With no true friend around I talk to myself.
Or maybe I'll head outside and tune in to the clouds
I've never been intentionally hurt by a flower.
And the grass breathes life into my restless soul.
The breeze carries me away from this plastic world.

I don't belong here amongst the dour faces and slippery minds
Why was I forced to leave the light and inhabit this body?
Some say choice, others say fate. Above me the cosmos twirl indifferently.
A lone tear slowly weaves its way down my creased cheek.

One day I’ll get to look upon your beautiful face,
no longer dependent on a camera…I’ll witness your beauty with my own two eyes.
One day I’ll touch your beautiful face with my own two hands,
and I’ll look into those gorgeous blue eyes.
I’ll help you build your dreams,
together we’ll face this world.
One day I’ll wrap you in these two arms,
holding you tightly as if I’ll never let go…and I won’t let go.
One day you’ll see…I had every intention of keeping that promise,
the one made so long ago.
One night I’ll take your hands in mine…I’ll lead you outside,
and I’ll dance with you under that star-filled sky.
One night I’ll run my fingers through your hair,
holding you close as you fall asleep.
And one morning I’ll still be there beside you,
waking up to your still beautiful face.
©Rainah J. Tabers
12-23-10
12:12am

The whiskey tickles my tongue
as I think of you and where
you are, but then again
I dont really care

I dont think I will ever care
because I think I always
loved the thought of you more
than I ever actually loved you

But there is another now
whom I adore from head to toe.
One day you will look back
and realise you were wrong

One day you will see me smile
and realise it isn't for you.
That is when your world will crash
just like mine had so many times

*djm

All day long
I stare at people walking by
I drink bitter coffee, smoke cheap cigarettes
In front and behind my back I don’t see anyone
I flirt with men that I don’t like
Tell jokes and don’t laugh
Write poems in the moonlight
And rip them under sunlight
Given promises in the morning
In the evening I forget
I walk away from life and she taunts me
I’m frightened from forgetfulness
More than I do from the fire
And I feel lonely
As a wounded beast in the cage
Will I be completely Dead
when I die?

All the time I pray to Buddha
I keep on
killing mosquitoes.