what if there are no signs?
what if there was one?
and I missed it?
because I was happy
in your happiness
what if I missed
the single tear
that fell down your face
and was licked away
at the corner of your smile
what if I was happy
you were happy
(because you said so)
so I, I don't know,
I like, started keeping pace
with the anomalies in my life
I took my glance
away from you
for just a second
and everything wasn't
all right?
What if there were
no signs
but they were as subtle
as the first snow
if I forever live
on tenterhooks
I'd know!
but...
if I miss a sign
and the edge appears
on a knife
I'm consigned
to live a half life

she cried!
he said, come
to bed she denies
the warmth he radiates
because in the corner
of her own little
horner, she's
trying
to create her own fantasy
one he possibly can't see
where every word said
creates an illusion
inside a head that
picks at a brain
that should have been silent
just what are these words about?
as she twists and turns she shouts
in front of a blank mirror where
no reflection has ever been seen
she only hears one voice and
how it could have been
it makes no sense
it seems
bottom
to top
her
words
**sc re am

does anybody
really know
who we are?
can they tell
just by looking
upon our scars?
do they think
when we bleed
in blackened tones,
our bodies ink
just seemed to seep
from an unturned stone?
who we are
is night and day
a happy home
or just a place
to stay
winters in front
of fireplaces
or in cardboard boxes
in empty spaces
who we are
is where we've been
it's stories from things
that can never be unseen
it's how we laugh,
or choke or scream
it's about where we are going
it's not about presentation
it's all about the journey
to our ultimate destination

ten thousand words
bleed from eyes
that look upon
the ground
*not one of them
made a sound