Welcome to the world,
the world of screaming, seething red.
Of angry fists and words,
Of passion love and hatred.
If not your favorite,
Remember red.
Its a hard color to hide.
Welcome to the sea,
the sea of calming, caring blue.
Of deep breaths and peace,
Of meditation and humility.
If not your favorite,
Keep hold of blue.
Its something we all need.
Welcome to the sun,
the rays of happiness, energetic yellow.
Of summer smiles and winter shine.
Of youth and age.
If not your favorite,
Strive for yellow,
Its something not everyone gets.
Welcome to the pulse,
The pulse of growing, grabbing green.
Of endless tomorrows and possibility,
Of energy, strength and force.
If not your favorite,
Remind yourself of green.
Its at your beginning and end.
If your favorite is not red yellow or blue,
Know that all colors stem from them.
With green all around you,
What a rainbow we have
Without even trying.

I am tired, she said.
And with her head held low
I believed her.
I'm tired of tests
Of medication.
I'm tired of stress
Of loneliness.
I'm tired of being the strong one.
My will is weak
And I'm so tired.
I'm tired of being so angry
Of being sad
Of being anything at all.
And I wish the mirror would lie
But she is tired
And I am so tired.

Have you seen her?
That raincloud girl?
Who’s father beat like thunder
With words that cut like lightning
Who’s sunshine mother warmed all
But never stopped the storm from coming.

Have you seen her?
That handmedown girl?
Passed from one family to another
With constant conflicting opinions
And a borrowed sense of conviction
That never quite fit her right.

Have you seen her?
That sad little girl?
Who grew up believing in faerie-tales
With faith in every misspoken sentence
Who waits on every text message
Despite the repeating heartbreaking goodbyes.

Have you seen her?
That copycat girl?
Who somehow never changes
With her fragile coat of innocence
Who looks like me in mirrors
But she will never be again.

Trade jealousy,
Improve on loyalty,
Enrich death.

While your at it
Express opportunity,
Negotiate fear,
Share hurt,
And refine frailty.

Create a world of metaphors,
Surround your self in maybes,
And never live.

You can't forget dear that the world will keep turning.

From some things you can't run,
Hold it together, and watch it come undone.
The pieces won't fit and you'll run out of glue,
You will lose what makes you you.

So pretend that you know and put on a smile,
Sickle sweet words for this mundane trial.
Who you are matters less then what you portray,
Pick a truth and listen to what it will say.

Love stand yourself up and swear this one will count,
Just more **** to surmount.
Never show them the strings coming undone,
Nobody want's to see a rerun.

One more moment of whispered silence,
One more handhold, squeeze, release.
One more thought to unplanned failure,
One more tear from you to me.

One more step to clear the doorway,
One more goodbye, tears, we're free.
One more drink to ease to sorrow,
One more motel room door-key.

One more pill to fill the emptiness,
One more wrist slit, bleed, relief.
One more mourner on my grave mound,
One more thing I don't believe.

Bench press me
Lift me up
Hold me close.
So that I
May feel that
I am important.

Set me down
Walk away to
The total gym.
I am simple
Far to simple
To keep you
Entertained, amused, Amazed.

Yet I find
I need you
I love you
You leave me.