The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday
Pressed between the pages
So they couldn't fade away

Grandma would read us stories
From her bible every night
But she'd stop to smell the roses
That the pages held so tight

She'd always smile and close her eyes
As she traced the petal's form
Her mind would drift to things long passed
As her broken heart would warm

She'd tell us of a oak tree
Where Grandpa carved her name
The place where they got married
When two hearts would beat the same

He gave her on their wedding day
This rose she loves to touch
It takes her back to yesterday
To a man she loved so much

The day that Grandma passed away
And we laid her in the grave
We buried her with that bible
And the flowers that Grandpa gave

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He drove her to the mountain top
Cause they wanted to be alone
They agreed before they left
That neither, would bring a phone

They were Romeo and Juliet
That's how they saw their love
For her parents had forbidden it
And it was never to be spoken of

She's sixteen, he's twenty-four
They said he was just too old
She blames herself for telling his age
For she knew she shouldn't have told

"What will we do?", she asked him
He told her it would be alright
She said, "We'll just have to make them listen"
As she stared, into the night

"We have to have a plan" she said
"We'll just runaway from home"
He said, "They'll just only look for us,
And they'll never leave us alone"

He leans across to kiss her
As he puts the car in gear
She screams No, as he presses the gas
Over the mountain, they disappear

They found them, three days later
Their bodies, still in the car
They said it was an accident
That he'd probably just driven too far

No marks were found on their bodies
But no one will ever forget
The bizarre accident, that took the lives
Of Romeo and Juliet

You were born to be a diamond
I was cursed to be the coal
Your beauty shines for all to see
I hide in a cold dark hole

They marvel at your reflection
And talk about your shine
They said that I'm too ordinary
To ever make you mine

It's kind of like that fairytale
Beauty and the Beast
One of the most beautiful things
In love, with one of the least

They said I couldn't keep you
You would turn your head in shame
And that you were just too special
To take on my last name

But when it's right, you know it is
Deep down in your soul
Like the marriage in this fairytale
Between the diamond and the coal

"Quit making that face"
Mama would say,
"It's gonna get stuck
and stay that way"

"Now eat your peas,
like you've got some sense,
"Go brush your teeth
and make sure you rinse"

"Close that door,
was you raised in a barn?
"I heard what you said,
you better mean ****"

"Do as I say,
and not as I do,
"Go comb your hair,
what's wrong with you?"

Well, forty years later,
I'm as ugly as sin
Not a tooth in my head,
with peas on my chin

I cuss like a sailor,
my house is a dump
No hair on my head,
like a bald Forest Gump

I could have been normal,
but I chose this instead
Just because I didn't listen,
to what my Mama said

Words can paint a picture
The brush is the writer's quill
The letters are our brush strokes
As it paints the writer's will

Like a modern day Picasso
In the words that we paint
The paper is our canvas
As we write without restraint

Framed in the eye of the beholder
It stands the test of time
Searching for the perfect words
As he paints to make it rhyme

The ink brings out the masterpiece
That's hidden in the writer's heart
With the reader, his museum
That displays his work of art

I dare not take even one more glance
For your beauty captures my soul
There's no escaping love's sweet trance
That comes from your radiant glow

You hold my desires, in the palm of your hand
With the mere mention of your name
Your wishes now, forever my command
Like a genie grants fortune and fame

You're the masterpiece, the artist paints
Each time that he raises his brush
Your presence, causes the flowers to faint
And your whisper, my heartbeat to hush

They speak of your beauty, in the Heavens above
They call you the treasure, the goddess of 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

As the borrowed sunrise, kisses the sky
Your beauty entraps my very being
My future, imprisoned as you walk by
Determined to keep my heart from fleeing

The moon and stars grow jealous of your smile
The mutinous stars, refusing to shine
The moon hides her face in blind denial
But in your presence the flowers will pine

Ten thousand poems are written of you
In declaration of undying love
The artists of old have painted you true
The vision, the poets were speaking of

My love is measured by each breath you take
Sealed with the promise that my heart will make

Who am I to stand in judgement?
For I too, am but a man
A constant whisper condemns me
For I've chosen not, which way to stand

You find her guilty, say you all
This evil practice, was satan learned
So now you tie her to the stake
Thru innocent cries, this witch is burned

Sleepless nights, now haunt your minds
As you prepare for another trial
You claim the witch invades your dreams
As she screams her songs of denial

The color of her eyes are not quite right
So you say she's satan's daughter
Instead of her right hand she uses her left
Which means, another witch to slaughter

I dare not stand in judgement
Though you say I must choose sides
You say that I'm satan's apprentice
In league with one of his brides

One more stake has been prepared
The flames now scream my name
Ignorance is judged when time's no more
And you won't have the witches to blame

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

She prayed everynight when the sun went down
I grew up with Mama on her knees
She'd kneel down beside me in her tattered old gown
Asking Jesus, to guide me, please

Daddy was gone before I turned three
The coal mines became his grave
Mama held his picture as tight as could be
And told of the love he gave

She'd sit with the bible and read everynight
As I listened to every word she read
She died Easter morning, before it got light
As I knelt beside her bed

She taught me what love was supposed to be
Though sometimes, life could get rough
When Daddy got killed, it just left us three
And that was always enough

I'll always remember her tears when she'd pray
As she prayed so fervently
I knew that somehow it would all be okay
Just Mama, Jesus and me

Well, I was gonna write a poem
But I can't remember how
I know words are involved
You know, like "thee" and "thou"

And I was gonna be famous
You know, like Edgar Allan Poe
Wait!, I think that was his name
Or was it David Allan Coe?

Yep, I was gonna be rich and famous
Til a friend of mine said
"You can't be rich and famous,
Til long after you're dead"

I knew right then I didn't wanna die
So a mediocre poet, I'd be
And if anybody ever said I was good
I'd say, "Huh?"... "Who me?"

Now words come easy to one like me
Course, I don't really know how to spell
But that just keeps me down to earth
We wouldn't want my head to swell

So if I write a poem that's really good
Don't say, "Great" say, "It's okay" instead
Cause I don't wanna be rich and famous
And I don't wanna turn up dead

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

There's a cabin on a hillside
Scattered leaves upon its floor
No curtains for its windows
No hinges for its door

A fireplace made of broken stones
Lined the outer wall
Outside becomes the inside
Painted by the Fall

A table in the corner
Where homemade bread would sit
A broken chair with wounded legs
Its binding, worn and split

Behind the cabin's hollow shell
A cross that marks the past
A tiny grave, that's filled with love
A daughter who had passed

This cabin tells a story
With hidden imagery
Filled with ghosts of yesterday
For all who want to see

In the center of every teardrop
Is a city that's seldom seen
It's filled with pain and heartache
And everything in between

The streets are paved with promises
That's broken, from start to finish
The skies are filled with hopelessness
That hope cannot diminnish

Each teardrop holds a memory
That vanishes into air
Forgotten dreams fill the breeze
Like fog in the city square

In the square there stands a fountain
Its waters are filled with lies
Shattered smiles that turns to tears
Each time that someone cries

In the center of every teardrop
Is a city that reappears
Trapped inside a broken heart
That's called The City of Tears


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Nothing will ever look the same
When you're told you're going to die
The things you took for granted
Will no longer pass you by

The flowers become more beautiful
'Cause you take the time to smell
And the things that went unnoticed
Now live to say farewell

The things you touch seem different
While marveling at the feel
You wonder why you have to die
To make things seem so real

The gentle winds that kiss your face
Now bring you to your knees
You never notice until it's too late
The joy that's in the breeze

The past becomes your future
Remembering your mistakes
You live each day to right the wrong
No matter what it takes

The hardest part is saying goodbye
To all the people you love
One more day is all you want
It's all you're thinking of

You're amazed by God's creation
While counting every breath
The world will never look the same
As you look through the eyes of death

I'm trapped in a void beyond my control
I have no place to turn
Surrounded by sorrows, I can't understand
My soul not able to yearn

What place is this my heart can't feel?
Is this hell or is this my grave?
The keeper is pain, of this dreadful place
And I've become his slave

The desire I've known is forever gone
I'm lost here without any reason
Complain though I might, no one will hear
For hope is a puppet to treason

Mistakes will follow me where ever I go
Reminding me of my past
My future is bleak, just out of reach
How long is this destined to last?

Memories here fade into darkness
Replaced with broken dreams
Smiles are lost to hopeless desires
Replaced with silent screams

Trapped in a void beyond my control
I wonder, when did this start?
It happened the day when you said goodbye
The day, that you broke my heart

Cut this cancer from my heart
It causes my soul to bleed
An empty echo filled with pain
Where peace can't intercede

Confusion has become my hiding place
Words, just a means to an end
My thoughts cry out in solitude
Looking for a way to ascend

Repetition is now just a prison
My memories, just scars from the past
My dreams fade away like a mist in the night
That are destined never to last

Hope, an illusion, no more than a myth
A lie just meant to deceive
Forgiveness, a promise born to be broken
A promise you'll never receive

Cut this cancer from my heart
Before I surely die
Malignant words I can't survive
Words like the sound of goodbye

Dance, little Angel
It's time to dance
You'll never know failure
Until you give it a chance

Traces of fairy dust
Will only enhance
This moment, we'll cherish
As we're watching you dance

Put on your slippers
And give us a twirl
Photographs are taken
Of our little girl

You can feel the music
As it sings from within
Don't be afraid
To give us a spin

A miracle hidden
Is so hard to find
Just dance, little Angel
Though you are blind

Death beckons me to heed his call
He bids me to hasten my departure
He woos me with his hypnotizing words
That fly true, like the arrows of an archer

For a season, his cries went unheard
As I marveled at the beat of my heart
But now, it seems, my life unfulfilling
I keep looking for ways to depart

He's ever present, as I wander this maze
Pleading for my jouney to end
Telling me lies of false understanding
And taking the appearance of a friend

He whispers my name, in subliminal message
That only my mind can perceive
A pale horse, stands, at the foot of my bed
Looking for ways to deceive

He whispers, "No mercy", no mercy indeed
For I too, must one day atone
No one can hear my cries for compassion
For it's true, we all die alone

Though life be predictable, no longer appealing
For now, in my purpose content
But growing so weary, of his never ending cadence
I fear, I too, must one day relent

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

Here's another story that's also true
Although I hate to admit it
You see, my wife didn't think it was funny
And she just won't let me forget it

I was sitting at the table with my wife and kids
Enjoying our evening meal
I'm tellin you now, I'm lucky to be alive
And wouldn't be if looks could ****

I was almost finished with my desert
When I said, "Hey look, your mom's a Flambe'"
(Caution), never light a match near a woman's head
She didn't tell me she was wearing hair spray

Well, I got a little too close, then up she went
****!!!, flames all over the place
I started beating her on the head as fast as I could
You should have seen that woman's face

The smoke detector singing as loud as it could
Trying to cover my wife's horrible scream
I could have been married to a bald headed woman
At least that's how she makes it seem

I finally got it out, the kids were laughing
But my wife just didn't see the humor
She stared at me til my brain went weak
I seriously thought I had a tumor

I hope everybody was paying attention
To this lesson that I had to learn
Never light a match near a woman's head
And never shout burn baby burn

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

I didn't know the moon could cry
But I saw it with my own eyes
It looked like rain the day you died
As tears fell from the skies

Some people said it was only rain
But I knew the moon was sad
It rose each night to stare at you
'Til the jealous stars got mad

These days it doesn't shine as bright
As it did for you back then
Sometimes it won't come out at night
Its sorrow keeps it in

The sun shines a little bit longer now
To cover for the moon
Some people say it's longer days
Not because you left too soon

I saw the moon the other night
Just before the rain
But we know it wasn't rain at all
It's tears from all its pain

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

The petals on the reddest rose
Blush as you walk by
Your beauty causes the willows to weep
And the mighty winds to sigh

The sparrows sing you love songs
Each morning as the sun gives birth
A gift from God to the hearts of men
You're the flower that paints the earth

Words can't describe your beauty and grace
The poets would only fail
Artists have tried to capture your smile
But no one will ever prevail

My heartbeat whispers I love you
It leaps with joy in my chest
Your name supplies the air that I breathe
As my love for you is confessed

You're much more to me than a person
My heart has made you my need
I am the garden where romance grows
And your beauty, the only seed

Do you recognize these teardrops,
That's flowing here once more?
My cheek's become their resting place
Like a thousand times before

My sleeves reach out in sympathy
To heal this liquid pain
But the scars stay hidden in silence
As the hurt begins to stain

You couldn't hear my heart break
But you can see it in my eyes
My tears bring forth the evidence
That my silent pain denies

Do these teardrops look familiar?
Each one feels the same
I'm tired of crying these reused tears
With only you to blame

You told me that you're sorry
But I've heard those words for years
It's time for me to say goodbye
And cry some different tears

Second hand smoke can **** you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove

You compare me to the way he was
Yet you never mention his name
But everytime I don't stack up
I'm the one that you blame

I see the way you look at me
With that cold and empty stare
Holding me and thinking of him
While wishing he was there

You talk about our future
While living in the past
I tell you how much I love you
You tell me I'm moving too fast

I die a little more each day
Because it's him you're thinking of
It's such a painful way to die
This thing, called second hand love

I am the honest poet
Okay maybe I'm not
I probably lie a little
Okay maybe I lie a lot

I mean does it really matter
If what I say is true?
It shouldn't matter at all
If I'm not talking to you

I often even lie to myself
I can't believe a word I say
I'm not very trustworthy
Maybe it's better that way

I lie and say I'm joking
Tho it was really a lie
Try and figure that on out
If you really wanna try

I'm not really a liar
See, I lied once more
No, I'm only kidding
Remember what I said before?

Okay, I guess I'll end this poem
Or maybe I might be lying
Okay I'm doin' the best I can
Okay, I'm not, but I'm trying

These bugs keep crawling all over my window
No matter what I do they won't go away
And I wish this eclipse would finally be over
And go from the darkness back to the day

Some kind of animal crawled under my house
He smells like he's been dead for a week
My well is empty we really need some rain
My voice so dry, I can hardly even speak

I wish my wife would hurry back home
How long can it take to go to the store?
She needs to vacuum as soon as she can
Just look at this dirt all over our floor

This house is starting to get too small
The walls feel like they're caving in
I'm gonna have to gain weight pretty soon
Cause I'm really starting to look too thin

There's those bugs again they won't go away
And now they're crawling all over my head
In case you haven't figured it out by now
Just read it again, I'm dead

Dear heartache, why must you hurt me so?
What must I do to end this pain, I beg you, let me go
You rip my soul to pieces, and steal my hopes and dreams
You've clouded my perception, for nothing's like it seems

Tomorrow holds no future, I'm a prisoner of the past
Cursed to live in darkness by the shadows that you cast
Your taste is in the food I eat, that's salted with my tears
Your stain is on my pillow case that never disappears

Dear heartache, when will you set me free?
What have I done to cause this pain, why must you torment me?
I've written you this letter inquiring of your spite
But I finally know the answer, you're the reason that I write

The cool breath of fall
Frees the leaves from their prison
Floating to their death

Why do you tempt me with your lovely smile?
Do you not see that my heart is too weak?
The spell that you cast was meant to beguile
Is it a victim to torment you seek?

Your beauty entices my very soul
You weaken it with all of your glances
A prisoner of love out on parole
Ever so tired of fleeting romances

Stay with me within my heart's secret place
A Queen, will I make you if you desire
I bow my head unworthy of your grace
This flame you command sets my heart on fire

Just a mere token of your affection
Will cast out the fear of your rejection


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The stars reflect her beauty
While competing for her smile
Each one thinks her love is their's
While filled with blind denial

She continues to entice them
As each one feels her stare
Her love belongs to all of them
But none will choose to share

A falling star is nothing more
Than a star with a broken heart
Crippled by her rejection
It will suddenly fall apart

Whenever you see a twinkling star
It's just the Lover's dance
Dying for her attention
In its quest to find romance

The Dippers, both big and small
Were formed to quench her thirst
They stand in line to honor her
As they battle to be the first

The Northern Star takes precedence
As he points which way to go
His countenance is blinding
As he absorbs her radiant glow

So, don't forget to watch the stars
And smile each time they swoon
For now you know this love story
Between the stars and moon

Have you ever seen a sunrise
As it climbs above the trees
Or, maybe, when is finally sets
And melts into the seas?

Have you ever felt the wind blow
As it's whispers thru your hair?
A force of nature we can't see
But yet, we know, it's there

Have you ever felt a raindrop
As it's rolling down your cheek
Or hear the sound the water makes
As it's running thru a creek?

Have you ever seen the lightning
As it lights the darkened skies
Or watch an eagle spread his wings
And wonder how he flies?

Have you ever heard the thunder
As it sounds it's mighty roar?
Never wondering even once
Is there something more?

Have you ever watched a snowflake
As it tumbles to the ground?
Marveling at its silence
When it doesn't make a sound

Have you ever thought of Heaven
And maybe think it odd?
How can someone see these things
And not believe in God?

While listening to my wife complain
She filled my head with a terrible pain
She says her ****'s getting fat
She even blames me for that
And then she waits for me to explain

Have you ever heard a teardrop fall
As it scars a innocent face
Heartbreak cries with bloodshot eyes
As pain begins to race

A tear is full of emotion
Not the other way around
Tears are heard without a word
Though it doesn't make a sound

A tear is a broken promise
Or maybe it's a lie
A tear will fall for one and all
When love has said goodbye

A teardrop has a purpose
They call it liquid pain
Cleansing the soul each time they flow
Though it always leaves a stain

So listen to a teardrop
Though silent it may be
The sound you hear from a single tear
Will tell its history

I must feed these demons that tear at my soul
For they hunger and thirst for my death
An offering of sorts, to appease and console
For they're lusting to covet my breath

The skin on my wrists begin to sigh
As the blade tries to comfort my veins
The death angel waits, he slowly draws nigh
Only a prayer for forgiveness remains

The demons rejoice in lieu of their prize
I can feel their claws holding tight
The darkness replaces the light in my eyes
I move farther away from the light

The floor turning crimson, the demons now drink
They grow drunk on this nectar of life
Death growing closer, he stands at the brink
And licks at the blood on my knife

The demons devour my last will to live
And mercy fades away like a mist
I gave them a gift that no man should give
Though I probably won't even be missed

A building was built in nineteen-ten
A place for the children to learn
Once filled with laughter, now the everafter
This schoolhouse would suddenly burn

Twenty-one souls, were lost that day
When the schoolhouse burned to the ground
A nightmarish cost, everyone was lost
A bible, the only thing found

A school once more, raised from the ashes
But later, turned into a home
With visions and dreams, of bloodcurdling screams
And oasis, for spirits to roam

Ghostly apparitions, now wander these rooms
Trying to escape from the flames
Trapped in this hell, their spirits now dwell
While calling their mother's names

Each night they play their childish games
Destined, to relive that day
Ever changing shape, while trying to escape
This place, where the children play

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

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

Where would any of us be
Without our guiding lights
The one who nursed us back to health
Through all our sleepless nights

The one who showed us patience
And taught us, right from wrong
She made us eat our vegetables
To make sure we'd grow up strong

The one who made us brush our teeth
And say our evening prayers
The one who wiped our tears away
To show us that she cares

The one who trapped those monsters
That were hiding beneath our beds
The one who tucked us in each night
And kissed us on our heads

She taught us all about Jesus
And of Heaven's Paradise
The one who gave us all she had
No matter, the sacrifice

There's no one like our mothers
Tho mine, has passed away
We thank you all, for all you give
And have a Happy Mother's Day

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

The wheat in the fields
Bowing to the harvest wind
It is time to reap

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Each teardrop makes us weaker
'Til soon it takes its toll

We shed our tears in sorrow
And time just slips away
Each and everytime we cry
We lose another day

How many tears were wasted,
On people who didn't care?
The tears we should have guarded
Are simply no longer there

The tears we cried for broken hearts
Were tears we cried in vain
Soon we'll cry our souls away
And nothing will remain

What if every teardrop,
Was a tiny piece of soul?
Would we guard the tears that we have left?
Or simply let them flow

Okay, It's time to write a serious poem
Enough of that funny stuff
I can write one without the humor
It's doesn't look that tough

Let me see now, where do I begin?
The rain in spain falls mainly in the plain
Ok, this may be harder than I thought
And it could even be somewhat a pain

I know I can do it though, wait and see
This poem's not finished yet
I mean, it's only just words right?
How much harder can it get

Okay, now I think I got it
Just wait til you see my next line
It's coming don't get impatient
You just gotta give me some time

Alright now, I think I'm ready
Maybe a poem about romance
To be or not to be, no that's not it
Wait!, don't leave, give me another chance

Maybe I'll write about heartbreak
"Frankly Scarlett, I don't give a ****"
Alright, I give up, I would love to write this stuff
But I guess I never can

I guess my life's been chosen for me
I'm just on a different path
You can write the serious stuff
And I'll just make people laugh

The words I write are best defined
As tiny pieces of soul
Trapped within my troubled mind
An ache I can't console

The memories and the heartaches
Dripping through my pen
Tell the stories of my mistakes
And regret I feel within

They will tell you who I am today
And what I used to be
They'll tell you all I have to say
If you'll look carefully

The words I write are lifetime earned
Through joy, strife and pain
Memories of the things I've learned
Are now my paper's stain

Born a legend, based on fact
The story of the blind woman's well
For she couldn't see the water's edge
And in the watery grave, she fell

When the moon shines full in the still of the night
You can still hear her mournful cries
She's begging for mercy from those in the light
From this place where her body lies

First blinded by darkness and then by revenge
She swore that she'd make them pay
She would take their children one by one
And in her watery grave they'd stay

For they knew that the woman went missing
But there were none who seemed to care
They had seen her bucket at the water's edge
But they chose to leave her there

She lured the children with promises of sweets
That this woman in the well had found
But when they would reach to claim their prize
She would hold them til they drowned

Twenty times two were the number of lives
Before the curse was finally broken
They filled in the well with tons of earth
To end those words she'd spoken

No more children would ever go missing
To their watery grave below
But in a well-shaped garden in the middle of town
Forty-one roses still grow

I just can't escape my fate
I guess I was born to write
I've joined the realm of rattling chains...( applies oil to chains )
And things that go bump in the night...( bump! )

A different dimension is now my home
And I can even walk through walls...( see? )
I'm cursed to write these funny poems
While walking and haunting your halls... ( trips over chair )

Now, I don't wear a sheet on my head... ( place ghostly moaning sound here )
That's simply not who I am... ( rattles chains! )
I'm something like an apparition
For I'm no longer a man

I dare you to read my poems
As I beckon from the grave... ( boo )
I'll poison you with my funny lines
Til you brains I shall enslave... ( coughs )

I've now become the Ghost Writer
The one you knew has vanished...( Where'd I go? )
So I'll haunt you with my ghostly verse
Til one day I'm finally banished...( The End )