Sitting in her favorite seat
in her dad's pick-up truck
between mom and dad
she admired them both
as they looked at each other and laughed
she was the happiest.
in the blink of an eye,
it was gone.
she felt the breeze in her hair
glass shattering
seeing the fear in her mothers eyes
and the shock in her fathers
as she reached to grasp everything before it was gone.

the plane started straight down.
she looked at her mother
Who just smiled
and sang.
with tears running down her cheeks,
she sang.
she said they would travel the world.
Squeezing her daughters hand,
she wasn't scared
she was fearless
she looked death in the eye
and smiled
not because she was happy
but because her mother was right by her side

we pour our souls and feelings out on paper
just to see if someone else will understand
a cry for help
a shared experience
trying to find the words to express the pain
the happiness
the confusion
It is like home on a rainy day
it is like rubbing ice on your skin on a hot day
what would life be without it?
a wordless mess.

Te vi de una distancia,
se me fue el alma del cuerpo.
sentía mis piernas convertirse en gelatina.
no pude respirar.
escalofrios por todo mis hombros,
que lindo brillo tenian tus ojos
lo único que quise hacer,
fue quemar la luz de esas hermosuras.
paralizar tu alma,
hacerte sentir como yo me he sentido
por, demasiado tiempo
causar una alma pura,
convertirse en algo horrible.
desde entonces
supe que ibas a ser mi proxima victima.

everyday is a never ending pain
like an endless hallway
to an injured soul
trying so hard to reach the end
and see the light, feel the warmth of its rays
wanting so bad to give up
thinking it would be better
no longer feeling pain
getting ready to write the letter
crying one last tear
life's to blame
for this never ending pain

she goes about her day
smiling and greeting everyone with kindness
but inside she was grey
wishing to cure others emotional blindness
molding her face, mind, and emotions like clay
but she can't hide that she is in a mid-life crisis
her feelings are at bay
but once again, swaying away
to portray what the society wants to see.
how carefree is she.

she stood at the top of the building
staring at the people living
walking around selfishly
unforgiving
speeding entities looking devilishly up at her
and laughing, who is she kidding?
her paranoia takes control
she sees herself fall gracefully
her body is what they stole
but her soul lingers peacefully.
an enigma, staring at the scene that took its toll
as an image that will never be forgotten.
like a paranoid Polaroid.
burnt into her eyes
Her own paranoid Polaroid.