There's a place down deep inside of us
That's seldom ever seen
A hidden place where poems grow
A virtual word machine

We stumble through this hidden place
Choosing words to write
They stand in line, waiting their turn
To shine in the poet's light

Sometimes words are cast aside
Their meaning, skewed or blurred
We'll move them to the end of the line
And choose another word

We want to choose the special words
Like, love , joy and stars
But sometimes the only words we'll find
Are pain, heartache and scars

We keep this place where poems grow
Hidden inside our heart
A secret place that's filled with words
To write our work of art

When poets die, their words live on
You see them everywhere
They're written in the moon and stars
Or maybe, a humble prayer

They're written in the morning sun
As the sunshine brings us light
You can find them in the sunsets
That ushers in the night

They're written in the summer breeze
That tempts the leaves to dance
They're written in the beautiful flowers
That brings the spring romance

They're written in the winter snows
As snowflakes start to fall
They're written in the autumn leaves
In trees, both big and small

When poets die, their words live on
They never pass away
Anywhere your heart can look
Our words are here to stay

The paper will always listen
To what a teardrop has to say
We write with tears to free the soul
As we wipe the stains away

Heartaches are filled with heavy words
Tears make our heartaches light
Whenever we feel the weight of the world
The tears begin to write

The paper will never judge us
No matter who we are
Its only purpose, is to catch the tears
And heal our spirit's scar

Inside of every tear that falls
A broken heart is found
It must slowly stain the paper
Before it can make a sound

It's a necessary combination
These heartache souvenirs
A marriage made in heaven
The paper and the tears

It happens every Tuesday night
As faithful as can be
Her mama comes to spend the night
Just to torment me

She sits in my recliner
Her stinky feet, up high
She'll always pass a little gas
Each time, as I walk by

With her false teeth on my table
And hair all over her back
She grunts outloud when she chews her food
She sounds like a half starved yak

My toilet has to be replaced
It's never quite the same
That woman's as blind as she can be
And doesn't have very good aim

She falls asleep in my favorite chair
With her bladder like a thimble
She always pees where ever she sits
Then smiles, and starts to tremble

My wife just sits and shakes her head
Knowing, that I'm in pain
She says it's just an accident
As I clean up the stain

It happens every Tuesday Night
Old faithful, at its worst
Some men love their mother-in-law
But me, well, I'm just cursed

Petals on the rose
Reflect your beauty and grace
Giving them their blush

Kissed by morning dew
Awakened by the sun's smile
The wind calls your name

The birds write their songs
With you as inspiration
I breathe your beauty

Awakened by your singing
Each morning at first light
I'd listen to your harmony
That you never got quite right

Smiling at your laughter
While lying in the bed
You giggling out of control
At something your sister said

I'd listen as you prayed each night
Before you went to sleep
Asking God, if you should die
Your soul for Him to keep

But now there's no more singing
No morning harmony
A house that's void of laughter
As quiet as can be

The prayer you prayed to God each night
I've hidden in my heart
The silence in this lonely house
Is truly the hardest part

There's something about those sad songs
That make us want to cry
Written when hearts are broken in two
When someone says goodbye

They play them on the radio
To remind us of our pain
It takes us to an empty place
A place, we can't explain

Sometimes it's just a memory
We never want to lose
We turn out the light late at night
As our hearts start singing the blues

They're written with pain and paper
Whenever you're feeling bad
A verbal tear, we long to hear
A song that makes us sad

There's something about those sad songs
That gives us back control
Written by broken hearted people
And soothes a hollow soul

It follows me where ever I go
Like a shadow on the street
While telling all of my secrets
To everyone I meet

I try to hide my face from him
While pretending he's not real
It's him that I'm ashamed of
But something, I can't conceal

Why does he have to follow me,
This demon I try to forget?
He mocks me when he shows his face
His teeth are filled with regret

He waits until my soul is weak
Walking close behind
Then devours the person I am
Starting with my mind

He knows you too, this evil one
It's a shadow, we all cast
He tells our secrets to one and all
This demon, we call our past

My wife said write a love poem
So that's what I will do
Someone said that roses are red
Or was it violets are blue?

Oh well, you understand my meaning
You know what I'm trying to say
Your eyes are like a pickled beet
So stop looking at me that way

Your kiss is like a bathroom plunger
Each time you **** my face
Your smile looks like a circus clown
That came from outer space

Your breath smells like an armpit
That brings me to my knees
Your hair is like a brillo pad
As stiff as a summer breeze

Your voice is like a banshee in heat
My wife say's, "That's Enough!!!"
I tried to tell her I don't know how
To write this mushy stuff

She hides it in the rafters
Above the loft, where she sleeps
Its pages wet, with liquid pain
From all the tears she weeps

It's called the book of secrets
Written with her tears
She tries to hide what's hidden inside
The hurt, she's felt for years

Fragments of a little girl's soul
Taken, against her will
This book is full of silent screams
That time can never heal

"Daddy has a secret,
That he told me not to tell"
She writes at night by candle light
Her verse, of living hell

Written with pain and paper
Memories wrapped with thread
It should have been her diary
But a book of secrets, instead

She hides it in the rafters
Above the loft, where she sleeps
Its pages wet, with liquid pain
From all the tears she weeps

Today she lives on memories
Morsels of her past
Betrayed by time and left to die
Death's shadow has been cast

The wrinkles on her lonely face
Tell stories of joys and pains
A map of sorts, of who she was
Is all that now remains

She has no need for future things
No need to understand
Living now because she must
Beyond the things she'd planned

No one to tell her stories to
They start to fade away
She sadly waits her time to die
While living in yesterday

Trapped between this life and death
Her tears begin to speak
Another memory, she won't share
Running down her cheek

She's now become invisible
It's like she don't exist
But when she's gone, it won't be long
Until she's truly missed

She had so much to offer us
Wisdom, that we refused
Silently, slipping through the cracks
A treasure, that we abused

She paid the dues that life demands
Then quietly disappears
Left alone, she fades away
The wrinkles and the tears

She saw him on the sidewalk
One evening in the spring
He was tall, dark and bashful
And quite a handsome thing

He never seemed to say a word
Each day as she passed by
He thought she didn't notice him
Or maybe, she was shy

Everyday when the sun came out
She saw him on the street
She wondered if he'd look her way
Or if they'd ever meet

He tried his best to call to her
But he couldn't say her name
He wanted to tell her how he felt
And hoped she felt the same

She saw him standing by a wall
Until it began to rain
For that's when shadows disappear
And vanish down the drain


Two Shadows in Love

You want me to say I love you
But I can only say I care
You want me to tell you all of my dreams
But I tell you, I don't dare

You ask me to hold you closer
But this is as close as I can get
You ask me to show you affection
But I'm just not ready yet

You need me to make you happy
But I don't know I can
You need me to say I need you
But I'm not that kind of man

You love me the way you're supposed to
But it's love I can't return
You love me unconditional
But it's love I'll never learn

The reason, I've hidden inside my heart
But I guess maybe most of all
No one ever steps into love
And I'm too afraid to fall

Here's another story, I just made up
About a mailman, that we'll call "Tom"
He was kinda ugly, bald and fat
He really wasn't the bomb

Tom was nice to everyone
As crazy as that sounds
He'd always wave and say "Hello"
As he made his morning rounds

"Here's your mail" we heard him say
As he smiled and tipped his hat
Did I mention he was kinda ugly
Even bald and fat?

Now here's when the story changes
But everyone try to stay calm
For we caught him looking in windows
Yep, he was a peeping Tom

He was doing so much more, you see
Than just delivering the mail
He was spying on the neighbors
With a video camera as well

He just cried and said he was sorry
As he told us he was blind
I spoke up and said, " Let him go"
And they thought I was just being kind

The crowd was turned to an angry mob
As they all began to scowl
'Til I told them the last thing he saw
Was my mother-in-law in only a towel

That poor man was punished enough
That image will haunt his mind
My mother-in-law wanted his number
She said, "A boyfriend is hard to find"

Well that's the end of my story
That's all I have to tell
Just always remember to pull your shades
When your mailman delivers your mail

You sure had a way with the flowers
You knew how to make them grow
You said it's in the care that you give
And in all the love you show

You would often talk to the roses
And sing to the morning glories
You gave them water to quench their thirst
And sometimes, you read them stories

We buried you in an empty grave
Where flowers never grow
But when we laid you in the ground
You became the flower's soul

The roses sprang toward the sky
Inspired by all your love
As if to thank the Father
In the Heavens up above

You sure had a way with the flowers
And though you had to go
Your love will live forever
Where the flowers never grow

I told my wife that I'm a poet
She said, "Okay dear that's great"
I said, "I'm gonna be famous someday"
She said, "Really?, I just can't wait"

Now I don't think she takes me seriously
Mostly by the way she grins
When I start typing with my serious face
That's when her grining begins

I say, "What's so dadgum funny?"
She says, "You type like a little girl"
I said, "I prefer to type with one finger"
She says, "Okay then give it a whirl"

And when I ask her to read it back
She says, "Sorry, I can't find my glasses"
And before I remember she has 20/20 vision
The moment just somehow passes

I told her, "One day I'll make you proud,
And I'll bring home tons of cash"
She said, "Honey if you wanna make me proud,
Then try taking out the trash"

Well I just keep on writing anyway
Her comments I've come to expect
Mean while I'll keep taking out the trash
So I can get my poor wife's respect

He glued down all of her pictures
And wrote the dates upon the side
In order, when they were taken
Of his lovely, blushing bride

Then he taped the old love letters
He'd written, when they first met
Then sprayed it with her perfume
A smell, he couldn't forget

He pressed a rose inside his book
To remind him of her smile
Then he put in all the valentines
He was able to compile

He taped down both their wedding bands
A promise, he'd planned to keep
He loved her 'til the day she died
This love he carried so deep

As he fumbles through the pages
He thanks the Lord above
On its binding he writes with tear stained eyes
This is our Book of Love

There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance

Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near

For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd

They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance

They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell

Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairies voices are frozen
'Til the next time the fairies sing

She ran through fields of daisies
Chasing her *** of gold
On the tail of every rainbow
She was only six years old

"Someday I'm gonna catch one"
She always used to say
I didn't have the heart to tell her
That soon she'd pass away

Stricken with cancer at the age of three
She lived life full and tall
I've questioned God so many times
Why take one so very small?

She fought hard those final days
It happened in the spring
She never found her *** of gold
That the rainbows always bring

We Buried her in those daisy fields
Deep beneath the ground
We marked it with a wooden cross
Where my gold can still be found

A breath of air with meaning
That often fills the soul
A soothing breeze with emotion
That our lips cannot control

A very soft, sweet I love you
With the essence of a kiss
A very slight brush of an angel's touch
Filled with Heavenly bliss

A secret, wrapped in mystery
Warm breath upon our cheek
A silent scream of affection
That sometimes makes us weak

A timid shout so quiet
That no one else can hear
A prisoner that our lungs release
A tickle, upon our ear

A breath of air with meaning
Can cause us to rejoice
A whisper comes in many forms
Our meaningful silent voice

"How do I know who I can trust?"
Said Eve to the garden snake
"You can trust me", the serpent replied
As his forked tongue began to shake

"I'll be your friend and you'll be mine,
And Adam doesn't even have to know"
"Just take one bite, it'll be alright,
And you can tell him I told you so"

Well a worm came out of that apple
Before Eve ever got it to her lips
He said, "What are you doing?, run away,
Don't listen to the snake's evil tips"

Eve was confused by the snake and the worm
And didn't know what to do
So she said, "Eeanie, meni, minie, moe,
I think I'm gonna pick you"

Now we all know who she chose that day
Not the worm, but the serpent instead
She had some protein with her forbidden fruit
When she bit off that poor worms head

I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough

Well, sometimes life is funny
The way some things unfold
It's like your second childhood
In the years when we grow old

We gotta go back in diapers
So that we won't *** the bed
We're way too old to hold a spoon
So we even gotta be fed

And since our teeth has fallen out
Our food's either mashed or cut
And everytime we have too go ****
Somebody wipes our ****

They even have to tie our shoes
And put on all our clothes
And if we come down with a cold
Somebody wipes our nose

So, when your days on earth is long
Remember this golden rule
Living long's not always fun
Because sometimes life is cruel

Your lies are like a familiar face
That scar me to my core
You've changed the person I used to be
I'm nothing like before

You've hardened every part of me
My heart is made of stone
You chiseled away, 'til there's nothing left
Not fit to look upon

You put me on a pedestal
So that everyone can see
But they don't know the person I was
Or what you've done to me

You're proud of your creation
You mold me to your will
You consider yourself the master poet
And me, just the poet's quill

You painted me to your perfection
And forgot about my heart
I no longer exist to me, but to you,
Your greatest work of art

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

Brother against brother
A war beyond reason
To escape this war
Would surely mean treason

The time came to choose
On which side to fight
Not knowing the truth
Or which one was right

A mother stands watching
As her sons choose sides
She shows no evidence
Of the sorrow she hides

The Blue or the Gray
A color was chosen
Blood paints their swords
As time stands frozen

The North or the South
Where do they stand
One brother is slain
By his own brother's hand

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

I hide my eyes, too scared to look
This corner, I never leave
Safe and sound as the world goes by
Not knowing what to believe

From here I can't see a future
I keep living my life in the past
I try to move on but my fears hold tight
Haunted, by the shadows they cast

Crippled, I sit, day after day
The whispers will keep me in place
Not strong enough to stand on my own
Too scared of what I will face

I sit in the corner and watch the world
Confused at what I see
While trying my best to figure out
What part of this world is me?

It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees

My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, "You're  just made that way"

If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat

Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, "I do"
She told the preacher, "Of course, he does"
So I just mumbled, "True"

If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, "You're all wrong"
She doesn't tell me what to do

So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, "Yes dear whatever you say"

Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife

He robbed her of her innocence
A man she's supposed to trust
She's used to be his princess
Now, his perverted lust

Each night she cries herself to sleep
Surrounded by her fears
She feels her daddy's footsteps
Like thunder, in her tears

He's much worse than any monster
A child should ever see
Haunted by his sinful touch
She fights him fervently

He comes to her without regret
And leaves an empty shell
A demon spawn without remorse
An evil, straight from hell

He never feels his daughters pain
But yet she understands why
For everyone knows that monsters are real
And monsters never cry

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakened by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

Death had returned to collect his debt
For the reaper would surely be paid
He auctioned his soul for the things that he stole
Until the highest bid was made

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For karma had knocked on his door

There's nothing worse on God's green earth
Than a woman with ultimate power
She'll time you when you sit on the throne
And it better not take an hour

Imagine if there was a Woman ******
Man would we be *******
You know, a woman who thinks she knows it all
But you would still swear she's a dude

A dinky little mustache beneath her nose
And a unibrow that looks like it's winkin'
I never noticed but the stubble on her chin
Kinda looks a little like Abraham Lincoln

This Woman ****** will change the world
And make slaves of all the men
She'd make a decloration that watching football
Would be the unpardonable sin

I bet you didn't know if you rearrange the letters
She's known to one and all
Just rearrange the letters in Woman ******
It's gonna spell Mother in law

What does it feel like to race the wind?
Or to dance in the warm spring rain?
How did it feel the first time you smiled?
Or you wake on your sheets, with a stain?

How did it feel the first time you cried?
The tears streaming down your face
Or the first time you lost at anything,
As you hung your head in disgrace?

How did it feel the first time you lied?
Or the first time you told the truth
How did it feel to sleep in the dark?
Or to pull your very first tooth

How did it feel to get your first kiss,
And wonder why your palms were sweaty?
How did it feel when a loved one died,
Somehow before you were ready?

How did it feel when you found heartache?
With your heart so broken and torn
This is just life, so take it or leave it
But it's how a poem is born

Now Mama didn't have any money
To buy us candy or a card
So we always had our valentine party
By the creek in our own back yard

Grandpa brought the pocket knives
And handed them out to the kids
Mama was watching every move we made
Peeking through her mama eyelids

We picked the biggest oak tree
To carve our lovers names
Yes box, No box, Maybe box
Written from Cindy to James

The whole dang town carved their names
All of them trying to get Julie
But Julie was already spoken for
Yep, she belongs to me (yours truly)

So if you're running out of valentines
Grab a knife and come with me
Carve Yes box, No box, Maybe box
In our Home town Valentine Tree

A hundred and fifty days have passed
Since I've seen your smiling face
I've looked this whole world over
I can't find you any place

A hundred and fifty prayers I've prayed
That's one for every day
But I'm still waiting for an answer
Sometimes it works that way

A hundred and fifty sleepless nights
Waiting to tuck you in
I have at least a million questions
Wondering where you've been

A hundred and fifty apologies
That's what I owe to you
I don't know what I was thinking
Lord what will I do?

A hundred and fifty lonely steps
From the mailbox to our door
I didn't know a stranger was there
Or what he had in store

A hundred a fifty days have gone
Since we laid you in the ground
We buried the picture you loved the most
Your body was never found

She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen

She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh

He screams her name with *** on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there

This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry

Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep

Heartache is a different pain
A cancer that grows inside
Tears, the only known relief
Like morphine when we've cried

Tears can be addictive though
This quiet liquid pain
It calms our screams a little while
But the heartaches still remain

Don't waste your tears on bad mistakes
You'll need them when it's right
Or maybe to say, "I'm sorry"
In the middle of some senseless fight

Tears can take the pain away
Though long it doesn't last
It's long enough to heal your heart
'Til your hurt has finally passed

Tears can cure a lot of things
That's bottled up inside
It heals the soul from the inside out
So don't be ashamed you cried

Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream

The dreams are plucked by young and old
Each night from the wishing ground
Then returned from whence they came
To the garden where they were found

Sometimes they're picked too early
That's when nightmares are born
Those are the dreams that's cast aside
Their roots then twisted and torn

The wishes are planted in Winter and Fall
And come to life in the Spring
The dreams in the garden have to be picked
To see what magic they bring

Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream

A momentary lapse of reason
Has brought me back to you
Even though I'll always know
The hurt you've put me through

With blinded eyes I come again
My heart won't let me leave
I can't deny the tears I cry
The evidence, on my sleeve

Doubt has now replaced the hope
That made my world worth while
Dread and fear will reappear
And steal away my smile

Like a puppet on a lonely stage
My strings are in your hands
I have no will to even feel
Just following your commands

I'm just going through the motions
Tired and feeling used
I tried today to stay away
But again, my heart refused

A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found
A place that you alone can see
Where love and hate abound

A poem is tears before you cry
Or a smile before you feel
A little pain your being craves
Before your heart can heal

A poem is memories cast aside
Before your mind is free
It's often dreams that's left behind
A misplaced destiny

A poem is what you feel inside
That makes you who you are
A poem is written with tears and blood
To mend that endless scar

A poem is felt before the words
And can cause your soul to bleed
A poem is never a state of mind
But a never ending need

Today I burned your letters
Filled with all your lies
The smell of broken promises
Even stung my eyes

I tore up all your pictures
And cast them in the flame
I washed my hands a thousand times
To free me of your shame

I tried to burn my memories
But the fire was way too hot
So I'll wait 'til you mean nothing
And be glad that I forgot

I tried to burn your kisses
But my lips couldn't reach the fire
So I found me someone new to love
That fills me with desire

Tomorrow I won't know you
It's her I'm thinking of
You'll no longer matter
Today I'm burning love

She walks through her garden of words
Choosing them carefully
She lays them all out leaving no doubt
The way it's supposed to be

All of her tears are standing in line
As she prepares to write
The darkness watches, and waits its turn
To hold her throughout the night

A sad song on her raido
Giving her tears their cue
The first one leaves finding her sleeves
As her pain starts breaking through

Her memories flooding her pen filled hand
She writes as fast as she can
Broken and mangled, her mind relents
Remembering her heartache again

Spilling her soul one drop at a time
She stumbles to her bed
Cleansing her mind, her words take their place
Knowing that all has been said

In this house that love built
Things are not the same
What once was filled with happiness
Is now just filled with blame

Mama started drinking again
When daddy stayed out late
With cold suppers on the table
Salted with tears of hate

No more friday night popcorn
Where we gathered to watch Tv
Now this house is filled with lies
Where once was honesty

What happened to the man an wife,
Who swore to love their spouse?
No one seems to remember me
They're strangers in my house

The little house that love built
Was sold the other day
They tell me that it wasn't my fault
At least that's what they say

She stumbles through the graveyard
And sits beside his stone
An empty soul broken and lost
A million miles alone

She comes by every single night
Just to sit and pass the day
She just can't stand being apart
For her lover passed away

She doesn't bring him flowers
She just sits alone and cries
You can hear her weeping late at night
Beneath the moonlit skies

He stumbles through the graveyard
And sits beside her stone
He just can't stand being apart
The only love he'd ever known

Buried apart, they walk each night
To sit by the others side
It's been that way for twenty-five years
Since the night when they both died

Love is not a thing we feel
It's a place where hearts can grow
An unseen land where dreams are born
And travel to and fro

A place where heartbeats beat the same
Where memories can be made
A place to dance beneath the stars
With no music being played

Where hugs and kisses stand in line
And taught to wait their turn
A place where tears are cast aside
And hearts are taught to yearn

Where honesty lives and learns to thrive
A place we practice trust
Where battles are fought and won each day
Against that thing called lust

Love is a place where lovers go
A land where commitment is free
A special place where hearts can grow
A place we long to be

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
Her scars are there but never show
She carries them deep inside

He calls her stupid, a worthless *****
It's been that way for years
Some nights she cries herself to sleep
While drowning in her tears

Her self-esteem is all but gone
He's stripped her of her shame
Keeping her an empty shell
Her soul now broken and maim

And though he's never raised his hand
His abuse is easy to find
She sees the world with hollow eyes
As he tries to control her mind

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
What we see is all that's left
For a piece of her has died

Mama, where did you go?
I can't see you anymore
What did I do to make you mad?
Why did you leave me for?

Mama, where did you go?
I can't hear your precious voice
Didn't you love me enough to stay?
Or did you have no choice?

Mama, where did you go?
I need you to hold my hand
Who will teach me how to walk,
Or steady me when I stand?

Mama, where did you go?
Did I do something wrong?
Please just give me one more chance
Come back where you belong

Mama, where did you go?
For your face I haven't seen
Tell me mama, I don't understand
What does abortion mean?

She writes with pure emotion
'Til her words begin to weep
She tries to free her soul from pain
But the hurt is just too deep

Each breath she takes she hesitates
Thinking it might be her last
Her mind betrays her future thoughts
While dwelling in the past

Her tears become the poet's ink
As she writes her heartache free
A stain becomes her work of art
Her quill, her misery

Her words become too heavy
Her will is much too weak
Her hands begin to quiver and shake
And her lips refuse to speak

She writes untill her heartache's gone
And her tears no longer remain
The last thing she does is name her feelings
It'a called, The Poet's Pain

Here's another story that I just made up
That just can't wait to be told
About a weary prospector, down on his luck
That gave his life for his gold

He was way up yonder in the hills, they say
Just him and his scrappy old mule
That poor old mule didn't have no teeth
So he'd sit around the camp and drool

Now that prospector, who we'll call Jake
Was as secret as he could be
He didn't like people snooping around
So he wasn't much for company

See, Jake had been on that mountain
For nigh on twenty years
But he never did hit the mother load
With all his sweat and tears

Then, one day he decided to go fishing
A fish pulled him right in the river
He tried to hang on with all of his might
It's hard to do when you shiver

Jake looked up and was headed toward the falls
So he decided he'd better let go
When he dropped that line, he sunk like a rock
And started thrashing to and fro

Now, Jake was a real good swimmer
He was on the prospector's Olympic team
But, everytime his head went under
All he could do was scream

Now Jake had prospected his whole life
But now, he was getting pretty old
He didn't know the reason he was drowning
But his pockets were full of gold

When he figured it out, he had gold fever
And he refused to let it go
All poor old Jake could think about
Was he finally hit the mother load

See, when that old fish had ****** him in
He was dragging him on the bottom
There was gold just laying everywhere
And that's where his pockets got 'em

Poor old Jake drowned that day
Richest man in the world, I think
His old mule was standing on the bank
Drooling, as he watched him sink

They fished his body out of that river
The next morning before dawn
But they found both pockets as empty as could be
It was stolen by a leprechaun

Well, I guess it's time for me to go
I can see as I look at my clocks
But if you really wanna protect your prospector's gold
Then let me suggest Fort Knox

When a man and woman get married
A new language will unfold
The man knows not to question why
Just do what he is told

She never has to say a word
Men will see it in that glare
It's the look that men never speak about
The "You better not do that" stare

You know the one I speaking of
Like when a woman on the street passes by
And if she catches you sneaking a peek
You'll get that evil eye

Or when you say something stupid
And your wife starts shaking her head
You know the look I'm talking about
That one that says, "You're dead"

Or when you're at her mother's
You better not say a word
You know her eyes are watching you
Even though she's never heard

It doesn't need any definition
Cause men know what it means
It's the look than causes your heart to stop
And can even rupture their spleens

So when you learn this language
Your words will surely die
The look she'll give will be enough
To even make a grown man cry

Once a year they'll disappear
To a place their wives can't go
With chicken wings and other things
To watch the super bowl

A place where chick flicks don't abide
For testosterone rules this place
A place where a man can be a man
With no girly stuff or lace

A place so secret even the FBI
Don't know of its existence
It's guarded by lots of ***** traps
And mans undying persistence

A place where women cannot enter
I'm talking about their wives
A secret knock will open the door
To a land of beer and high fives

So if your husbands disappear
Without even a kiss or a wave
He's only gone for once a year
To visit his secret Man Cave

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heartache beckons me to fall
A river of tears my destination
Do I heed my pain's endless call?

That ache down deep in my stomach
A feeling of eternal loss
There's no turning back from whence I came
I burn every bridge that I cross

Trust is now just a far away dream
A phantom with unfaithful eyes
A promise, no more than empty words
A truth that's no more than lies

My soul is hollow, my memories mist
That fade away with the breeze
Broken, I tend to my unhealing wounds
Destined to stand on my knees

Standing on the edge of loneliness
My heart now lost to this death
"Why does love have to hurt like this?"
I scream, with my final breath