Voices from the past spoken by ghosts are
booked with stories, stories till gone untold.
Tombstone whisperers with breathless lisps
Caress your mind with misty mystery
Beginning stories "once upon a time"
and ending them with the two words "The End."

We find ourselves wishing to hear stories
told by the living before they die but,
Only after they die do we listen
because everything they wanted to say
can now only be said with one word, dead.

I have folded up this pain
And tucked it into a drawer
One that I never open
But that sometimes opens itself.

It is not often that this happens
But when it does
I take out my pain
And I fold it again.

Someday I’ll hurt again
And have a new pain
Thrown carelessly onto the floor
Crumpled and beautiful.

I will keep it unfolded for a while
And study its shadow at night
The raw sight of fresh sorrow
Lingering around me.

But then I’ll get tired of it
It will start to look ugly
Always in the way
And I will fold it.

I will put it in the drawer with the other pain
The pain that doesn’t hurt anymore
But that remains with me
Because of how it used to hurt me.

So my new pain will not be alone
And I will not be afraid of it
Because in this drawer it is mine
But in this drawer it cannot hurt me.

I used to think it was all about
Having a special dream
But now I know
It's not that,
It's about
Making your dream special

I HATE:
How You left me open
How you don't say hello or hi anymore
How you act as if we were never together
How you don't think of me
How you said you won't forget about me
How you ignore me
How you try to erase me from your memories
How you don't speak much of me
I hate how I broke my heart by breaking your heart
I hate how you make me feel
I hate how I think about you
I hate how I want to forget about you so much but can't
I hate how you left me all alone
I hate how we aren't close anymore
I hate how you turned out to be
I hate how you walk past me as if you don't even know me
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
But deep down I'm crying and still I LOVE YOU.

Happiness*
Is just a ****
Side effect

A side effect of helping
A side effect of loving
A side effect of tragedy

The calm sea before
The raging storm;
The mirage before
The sudden realization

You see,
Happiness exists
But the search for it
Spoils everything

You **** with words
I **** with looks
Deal?