Winter sugar falls on my tongue,
White chocolate flecks in the Godiva night.
But I only eat January snowflakes
Because they’re the ripest in the dead
Of winter, when the temperature is just above oblivion.

The frosting you make when you breathe
Disappears inches from my face
And if I open my lips a little bit
It’s bittersweet...
Like the darkness around us.
If you’re not a good little boy this year
Your candy coated shell will crack
Because it’s just too cold to hold our own.

We are like the chocolate chip cookies
Placed on the plastic Santa Clause plate
By the children, who wait for this all year.
They scribble their wishes onto paper
With a cherry-flavored crayon.
Its waxy red slaps me in the face
Because I know (and it breaks my heart).
And although you hold my hand
Much like the dough holds the morsels
We can never really be together,
Because the chocolate never really melts enough.

Make me Silent, that I may eloquently converse with Thee.

I wandered through forests of incessant searchings, and arrived at the mystery door of Thy presence. On the doors of silence I knocked loudly with my persistent blows of faith, and the doors of space opened. There, on the altar of glorious visions, I beheld Thee, resting.

I stood, with restless eyes, waiting for Thee to speak. I heard not Thy creation-making voice. At last the spell of stillness stole upon me, and in whispers taught me the language of angels. With the lisping voice of new-born freedom, I tried to speak, and the lights of Thy temple assumed sudden brilliancy and wrote letters of light.

In my little chamber of quietness, I am always resting: I never speak but with the voice of my silence. Through my silence, eloquently converse with me.

From: Whispers from Eternity
A Book of Answered Prayers
1949 Edition

The way the moonlight hits the mountainside
so tender and so true
like the cascade of a waterfall
brilliant and blue
and over seas fly the dreams
breaking atmosphere
and toward the light of gleaming stars
taking refuge there

I'm the girl who holds this smile,
which is not near the truth,
I'm the girl who sits next to you,
I'm the girl who begs the Lord:
'Free me of thinking it's O.K.
to hide my feelings and emotions.'
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who falls asleep crying,
I'm the girl who's good at 'lying',
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who says she's O.K.
but look in her eyes,
hear her voice,
there's a different story,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who looks happy on the outside,
but if you felt how I feel on the inside,
then...you'd understand,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who listens,
the girl who has sympathy and empathy,
the girl who has her own problems...but would rather hear yours,
I am that girl.
I'm the girl who hurts on the inside,
but smiles on the outside,
so...
remember, when you look at me with a smile,
and I smile back,
know there is something more,
more to that smile,
I am that girl.
There are SO many people who say:
'Oh, she looks so happy! '
So THAT'S why I wrote this poem,
for those of you who don't know me...

I was content in my delusion
  wanting to love unconditionally
   trusting you completely
    believing in your word

I was ignorant in my bliss
  assuming your commitment was permanent
   dismissing your inconsistencies
    choosing blind faith over healthy skepticism

                   But,

I refuse to abandon my nature
  reject being jaded by despair
   insist on being openhearted
    though now I've learned the risks

*You know...I should really be grateful since
  the truth is that you are a terrible liar
   thanks for the crash course
    hope to hell that I passed

The Lizard King drinks from his goblet.

The wood sprites flitter and flit from tree to tree.

The colossus eats his fill.

Witching hour.

Silence and a dead calm.

The spirits are restless and demons walk.

Contributed by Tulip Chowdhury

                                              See My Inner Being

See my inner being;
The soul that roams around
The heart that shares your life
All the tears and the smiles,
The doors are open
You can come and explore
And definitely you’ll find
A Me, that is full of empathy
Full of light to show you ways,
Willing to love
And reach out both hands,
When you are in doubts
To be there
Pointing out the right ways.

The outside self;
Is up to you to judge
But I would request
See my inside.
And then you decide
If you really want
To accept me
For what I am
And walk along
Stride by stride
Holding my hands
While two hearts
Beat as one!

Will you do that, just for once
And see my heart, for what I am?