What's the use in trying?
When it's always my blood drying?
You get up in a fuss, all you leave behind is dust.
I tried to pack my bags but all I got was ****** rags.
You strike, smash, and scream;
I was the one who made you steam.
Don't take out your anger;
Come back and sit, please don't hit.
I won't bite, well I might…
I don't want to fight,
I want to survive tonight.
Take a seat, release some of that heat.
I can't survive this abuse
While you just smirk and lurk;
A demon possessed,
A beating obsessed,
But still a little depressed,
Human.

It was dead of winter, the air, silent and cold
Layers of fresh snow falling, stacking on the old
I was completely frozen and felt so alone
I didn't realize how long i'd be waiting on my own

Then, in a dark shadow something caught my eye
I saw a warm smile, on which I felt I could rely
You knew to approach me slowly, so I wouldn't be scared away
For the first time in a long time I was seeing the light of day

You gently reached for my arm to guide me on my way
I felt your warm blooded skins touch through my every vein
You paused for a moment and I was confused
You said to close my eyes there was one thing you had to do

I felt you place something around my wrist
I was so immersed in the warm touch I barely noticed it
Although there was nothing to see, it felt thin like string
Oh well, never mind I thought, lets see what this journey may bring

So we walked and walked and laughed until the spring
Our laughter harmonized with the birds as they started to sing
We walked side by side, so closely but never crossed paths
I would've felt more whole being your other half

When it got dark at night you lit the path for me
I didn't know how important a stranger could one day be
One day it rained and I turned to you
When I saw you were the cloud, I didn't know what to do

I thought it's simple, it must be me
I must just attract these type of things
The rain cleared and you were there
We were still walking I just didn't know where

After every storm i'd drift slightly away to avoid the rath
Its hard to go far though when you feel like you're missing half
I tried to get the storms to stop, but you always had a reason
You had an explanation for why it had to rain in every season

It was understandable,  easy to accept and believe
What was my other choice I wasn't going to leave
One day it rained so hard I fell
I didn't feel the pain entranced by the rain's somber smell

The pain lasted, as did the rain
I could barely catch my breath or stay sane
I knew it once and for all I had to step away
I could see in the distance the dawn of a new day

But when I started to walk away, I couldn't really leave
There was a string attached to you, bound to my sleeve

It was sewn on so tight, there was no space to see
I knew if I were to cut it off, it would cut a little of me
But I realized wounds heal, it's okay to bleed
Sometimes If you feel like you can't be free, freedom is what you need

To you, she was splattered paint on a wrinkled page
Half stuck to your wall by one piece of tape
You always looked past it, but wouldn't throw it away
You barely realized how it complimented your day
So many colors, so bright, no direction
An overwhelming mess serving as calming affection
But still, you were passively looking, searching for art
Waiting to lay eyes on something that would pull on the strings of your heart

You wanted something flawless, with pretty pastels
Something that at upper-scale auctions would always sell
Once you found it you'd take her down
Bid her farewell, thank her for being around
Everyday you'd look past her unaware of the comfort she provided
Who could blame you? She wasn't what you were looking for, you just collided

Overtime, the tape weakened but you didn't see
You left the window wide open and she drifted away freely,
You came home and noticed something was different, but at first didn't know why
You noticed the painting was gone and to your surprise, started to cry
For the first time in a long time you felt that pulling at the strings of your heart
For the first time in your lifetime you realized that painting was art

No wonder you could never find it, that painting was yours
But you were never proud to own it, so it was no more
It's funny how they say art is never appreciated until the artist is gone
Such a tortured process the glory takes so long
Van Gogh was overlooked now he's timeless
His work went from invisible to priceless
To let something like that escape would be a sin
Some people save up their whole lives for a piece of him

So let her be your Van Gogh,
only appreciated once she had to go
Her messy colors once meant nothing to you,
now they're all you'll know

Eyes open wide for the first time
They wait on our cry to know we're alive
That's the first, but not last time
They'll return every time we feel torn apart inside

We start instantly being held and adored
The most innocent form of life in the world
With time like earth we'll become and bloom
Like all else, rise and fall with the sun and moon

One day we'll see fear
Stomach drops, heart beating fast
One day we'll be passing through a moment
Well hold on to it, we'll wish it could always last

We'll both cherish and regret the things we've done
Trapped in the foolish illusion we're alone, the only one

One day we'll feel warmth and peace and ease,
Our roots planted firmly in the ground, in a forest full of trees

Learning when to appreciate and differentiate moments of significance,
Learning to accept indulgence and enjoy without succumbing to decadence

Milestones from blank slate to grave,
Building distractions from wondering if we have souls to save

Morning Has Broken
By
Jude Kyrie
Morning has broken

Stumbling half asleep I pour my morning coffee.
The boost jolts me awake as always.
Our house is getting worn out.
The scratches on the wooden floor.
The cracked window pane from the kids.
The paint with crayon drawings from a baby.

Even my coffee cup that I  have  
used a thousand times
Has a chip in the rim.
Like all of us do now after all this time
We have familiar chips inside us.

Flaws that we do nothing about.
Wearing our imperfections like
A comfortable old Sunday sweater.
Letting them all survive even if damaged
and imperfect.

Looking outside into the new morning
The rain is falling from dreary clouds.
It is settling in for a gloomy day.
And I find the chair with the ricketty leg  
That wobbles when I move.

Then I take a long deep breath  
It is  the only me time  
I will get this day.
It is the warmest thought of the day.
It dances like mirror ball lights
Inside my chipped heart.
It smooths all the wrinkles and
chips inside our life.

And funnily enough  
All I can think about is you.

RAINY DAY PEOPLE

*Do you remember my darling
we were just children,
it was so long ago.
We played in the summer rain.
Dancing in puddles.
Splashing in colored rubber boots.

Drenched with happiness
in the pouring rain.
I think that's when
I first fell in love with you.
I knew even back then
we would marry one day.

Remember we always
loved walking in the rain.
The olive green days
of our life my love.
You, Me, the rain.

Then when the sickness came
you tried to hide it from me.
but I knew...I knew.....I knew
It was too strong for the
rain to wash away.

I remember that last day
my love.
you asked me is it raining?
I said yes my love.
It's rained all day.

Take me outside you whispered.
Dance with me in the rain
just one more time.
I carried you to the garden
we danced in the rain.

Then as you left me
I carried you to the window.
Two doves were sheltering
from the rain.on our window sill.
as though waiting
to carry your soul to heaven.

I folded my heart into a love letter
and placed it in your soul.
Then kissed you goodbye
for the last time.
Whispering
for you to read on
rainy days my love.

Drowning in emotions
I just can't seem to get away from them
My life jacket nowhere to be found
Misery like a current
Pulling at my ankles
Letting go just long enough
For me to gasp for air
Before dragging me back under
Pressure crushing my lungs
I can't breathe