big blue eyes of innocence

naïve in her five years of existence

calls out for daddy, for daddy to come

around 9 o'clock at night.

he enters the room, unsurprised,

this has become ritual.

check the closet, under the bed

for the creatures of the night.

kiss her head and tuck her in

then turn off the lights.

how beautiful this scenery was,

the innocence of it all.

a father's assurance was enough

to comfort her troubled mind.

the pure and unfailing trust

that everything will be alright.

but as the years passed

her faith began to weaken.

taking off the rosy shades

blindsided by reality.

through the pain and sorrow

she came to learn

the monsters do not live

underneath the beds

but in herself.

and with each saw of the blade

daddy's little girl fought those monsters.

big blue eyes of innocence

naïve in her five years of existence

calls out for daddy, for daddy to come

around 9 o'clock at night.

he enters the room, unsurprised,

this has become ritual.

check the closet, under the bed

for the creatures of the night.

kiss her head and tuck her in

then turn off the lights.

how beautiful this scenery was,

the innocence of it all.

a father's assurance was enough

to comfort her troubled mind.

the pure and unfailing trust

that everything will be alright.

but as the years passed

her faith began to weaken.

taking off the rosy shades

blindsided by reality.

through the pain and sorrow

she came to learn

the monsters do not live

underneath the beds

but in herself.

and with each saw of the blade

daddy's little girl fought those monsters.

"it is better to have loved
and lost" as they would like to say
but no wise words can stop the ache
this aggravating pain.

to not have loved would be to not have known
what could be taken away.
not to long for his movement, his touch
the smile that spreads across his face.

"it is better to have loved and lost"
but i have lost everything.
except his picture in my mind
that visits in my dreams.

You remind me of my favorite jasmine tea
When its cold you keep me warm
On the outside
But also inside
Like a warm fireplace in my fragile heart
When I'm sick you make me feel well
Healthy herbs like the strength of your love
Bits of tea leaves sift to the bottom of the cup
Makes the tea ***** but just as delicious
The aroma is sweet
Jasmine tea is my favorite thing
As you are
Sometimes I like to be alone
I'll ignore all my friends
But I'd never ignore you dear
And those moments where I draw, write, or watch TV
Those moments I share with no one but myself
I'd share with you
And a cup of jasmine tea
Because you're my favorite.

Hope
Isn't a wonderous thing
It doesn't deserve
to be praised
To be inked onto someone's body
Hope
Is a coward;
it destroys every ounce
Of your being
Of your mind
Of your soul.
Hope so much for something
it makes
Your body quiver and ache
And constantly lust after the impossible
And once you realize
Its all out of reach
You're left to somehow comprehend;
To try to uncover what not one can fathom
Hope
is a way to
Pretend its all going to be okay,
A way to say that the sun will always shine
Out of the black heartless night
A way to say
That happiness is almost at your reach
And that you're only a few feet away
From reaching the warm sand
And soaking in
the salty comfortingness of the sea
When you
were once stuck in a blizzard of snow
And now you finally are free
Hope
Is but an illusion
Hope so much your
Mind starts playing tricks on you
Promising you what you yearn for
Yet deep down know you'll never have it
Hope
Is just another way
To drive one insane,
Forever Trying to bring back
What once
was.

fallen leaves crunching under the weight of each step. i was accompanied by no one, but i was not alone. chorus of chirps and the rustle of the squirrels scurrying from one tree to another flowed melodically through the empty spaces, bringing life once again. despite, the chill of autumn air, the warmth grew inside of me. to be interconnected in this godly setting.

You stand alone beneath midnight stars
Stranded upon this wind swept plain

Alone except for the wind that draws your hair across your face
Hiding the pain that's forever been etched in place

I feel my heart break
At the sight of your shining tears

As I'm carried past I grasp at your hands
Screaming your name until I choke upon broken chords

But you do not hear
You can not feel me near

For you are alone
Alone beneath midnight stars

And I
I am simply a memory on the wind

Thief
of the falling
dreams.
Clutching tightly,
never letting on
that you know.
Thief
of the broken
hearts,
always letting on
that you came

Oh stranger standing in the rain
I can not help but notice your pain

Here in this distant land so far from home
Where everything's so different from what you've always know

As I hold your hands and look into your eyes
I fail to see what they've said's inside

No hatred or loathing
All I see is a person in different clothing

Why is it they must decree
One tongue speaks better than another

If our kings would sit silent for a moment and listen
They would hear we all laugh together as brothers

But instead the rain pours down
On this broken night

Oh stranger standing in the rain
Please forgive me

I wish this were another time
Before borders and orders

Dreamt up and imagined
By those with much who care for little

They say it's men like me
Who'll burn for eternity

If we do not do what's right
Bring the light into this night

But God it hurts so much
To see these strangers lying broken in the rain

Why can't they see
We look for heaven in different places

But in light or night
It's all the same sky we search in fright

Oh strangers dying in the rain
Please forgive me