nature comes through verse
comforting warm like the sun
till the cutting line.

Close your eyes,
Shut them tight,
Your mind is restless,
And it's late at night.

Your thoughts keep racing,
Your head is pounding,
And before you know it,
Your alarm will be sounding.

You need to rest,
Trust me, dear,
Go to sleep
And ignore your fears.

A new day is starting,
As this one comes to an end,
Gather your last thoughts,
And let the days mend.

You needn't worry,
Be anxious, or have fear,
No matter how far I am,
For you, I'll always be here.

There was a man
sitting at the end of the bar
so I bought him a drink.

“Thank you, miss,”
he said.
I smiled
and left the bar
being carried by gusts of warm wind.

I went to my apartment
and cleaned the entire place
blasting music
loud enough for the neighbors
to hear.

I drew large,
colorful
pictures
and taped them to the wall
by my bed
to look at from time to time.

I drank an entire bottle of wine,
white wine,
and went to sleep
wrapped in warm blankets
and warm thoughts.

The next morning
I woke up with a smile
taking up residence on my face.

Then I opened the door
and almost stepped out into the hall
before the cold, gray
ghosts
pushed me into the pool
of cold, ***** water.

I sat on the floor
wrapped in blankets
but unable to ward off the cold.

I banged my head on a table,
repeatedly
but didn't feel a thing.

I looked at all of the bottles
of pills
that I had collected.
And I contemplated taking a few
or the whole bottle.

But I didn't.

I downed half a bottle
of *****
and hated myself.

I looked at myself,
scowling in the mirror.
“Go **** yourself,”
I told the reflection.

All of the sudden
the warmth came back
and I put flowers in a vase
and gazed at them lovingly.

I smiled at myself in the mirror,
proud of who I was
and everything I had ever done.
I thought excitedly
about everything I would do tomorrow,
the next day
and the next day.

Then I purposely knocked the flowers
off the table
with my closed fist
and downed an entire bottle of pills.

Are roses really red?
Are violets really blue?
Of course not, they're violet,
A shade or perhaps a hue
Thats purple and blue.

So do roses express love?
Or do they express anger?
Red can mean either,
So how do we know if roses portray
Love or anger, or maybe neither?

But what do violets represent?
Melancholy, depression, or resentment?
Or does it even matter?
Do violets have a meaning,
Or do they exist to fit the rhyming pattern?

In a garden full of roses,
I am a violet.
In the world full of love,
I am the resentment.
Are we all one or the other?
Maybe thats what they represent.

So when you take the next girl,
To the "special romantic place",
And surprise, its the rose garden,
Ill be there, a violet, disguised as a rose,
Red for you may mean love
While in me, the anger grows.

for the broken-hearted
is this song
please dont be upset, darling
dont let you anylonger be teased and displeased
look on the shipwreck of your love
like on the new chance
you sure wont make the same mistake twice
be blessed and find the way
find the patience and the bliss
to give it to the one
who deserves your true love
these people you knew before
wont be around you anymore
you will walk to the willows and waterfalls
from the nature you will find new force
from the nature you will find new force
from the nature you will find new force

This is a different kind of pain
It's different because no one knows
because it's bottled up
but the pain is too much to live with alone

This is a different kind of pain
because you were the one that helped me through
it's because of you that I'm here today
but that didn't matter anyway

No pain is greater than loss
not unless you lose the one you've had for your losses,
Who knew you were bottling up pain,
who made you open up

No pain is greater than betrayal,
heartache, the end to something so strong
and it is the pain in my back
that reminds me not to take you back