Beams of light cut through the rain.
Searing with energy, melting to wane.
Thinning and wearing, shadows emerge.
Thousands of droplets, driven like herds.
Repelling and splashing fighting for space,
thanking the sun for the delight of a chase.

He said that I was his
And that he loved me so
I tried to run away
He grabbed me and said no

He used to be so kind
Before he turned like this
He once was very gentle
But most of all his kiss

Now he hits and beats me
And tells me not to cry
For if I do he says
That I will surely die


I'm scared he's gonna **** me
And take away my life
For every night I hear
Him sharpening his knife

You have never known my pain
Until you have to cover every inch of yourself,
Tugging sleeves and pants in the heat;
Tape on a smile to mask the anxiety in your eyes,
Longing for the intimacy your flawed skin won't allow.
You have never known my pain
Until the shower cleans more than sweat and dirt.
It becomes a hiding place that cleans the shadows from your soul.
Until you fear every pair of eyes, even your own.
You have never known my pain
Until you have carried the scars I do
And hidden yourself away from the light in your life
Cowering in the darkness, somehow you don’t deserve the light that tries to find you

If you do know my pain, my god, how my heart aches with yours
If you bear these scars, my god, how my soul weeps with yours
If you do share this pain, my god, feel my hand in yours
But before you jump, open your ears and listen
My god, my heart sings for the future I know you hold
Because I finally saw mine
And my god, don’t you know that you don’t have to jump to fly?

she looked deep into the eyes
of a boy whom she knew
would never be hers
         'never in a million years' she was told
and she knew that this was true
but her eyes would not falter
her gaze could not move
and there was something about this boy
            that she admired so truly
            and so deeply
and her mind could not begin
to fathom what it was
it was incomprehensible
and it broke her down
into the tiniest shards
of confusion and admiration

the pools of blue in this boys eyes
were like endless oceans
of pure wonder
and thoughts so intricate
no mind could decode
the secrets of the waters
that lie behind those irises

The ugly is no face no color no skin
It you won’t find on surface
The ugly also known as bad’s worse twin
May hide beneath a pretty face.
None is born ugly but later convert
Lured by power and greed
Ugly is ugly from meanness of heart
A shameless and self centred creed.
Bad for this world that it usually rules
Dominates politics and governance
Both bad and good are to ugly easy fools
Victims of ugly’s pretense.
The clan of ugly raises its head
To shed blood and wage wars
When ugly reigns the good falls dead
Struck by its satanic curse.
The bad is one that lives on threshold
Can go with either on ride
Deviant of good its soul isn’t sold
If wants can switch to good’s side.
Bad isn’t as bad as ugly can be
It has quite a few streaks of good
It still has the choice to make itself free
And be as good as it could.
The good is surely of the three the only wise
That serves without craving for glory
Makes for us this earth a paradise
Hardly finds a place in history.

i find the right key
and unlock the front door.
i am greeted by the silence
that was filled by you a few years before.

i sit on the edge of the sofa
the one you used to sleep on.
i close my eyes;
i see you there again.

coughing and painful cries
echo in my ears.
you reach for the machine
which once helps you breathe.

i open my eyes,
and you disappear.
the silence is depressing.

i wish you were still here.

I guess I’m always going to have to 
Pretend that my heart doesn’t sing
Every time it sees you and
Registers your eyes, your smile, your dimples
I’ll numb all of that heart-thumping joy
And pretend again that you’re just a friend.
Just a little more than a friend. 

I guess I’m always going to dismiss your sweet words
And just force myself look the other way, the “right" way,
Away from your eyes, your smile, your dimples
But I’m always going to put one hand behind my back
Just in case one day, you’d hold it and then
You’d hold me and somehow, just somehow,
We’d be imperfectly perfect together.