Removing the stitches
Of a wound once inflicted
Brings back the pain
Of a time sick and twisted

A mother whose daughter
Never saw light,
Ripped from the womb
It just wasn't right

She was all to young
To support a new life,
Didn't want her baby
To deal with such strife

Despite laws and values
She made her choice,
The daughter inside her
Never had a voice

And now that it's over
And her child is gone
The scars just prove
That mother loved her daughter all along

A boy, sixteen,
Like he's seventy.
Things he's seen,
Bares with levity.
Two eyes, too young,
To be witness
To a crime
That's so hannis.
Still he talks,
To his family.
Recalls the day,
All this happened.
Just eleven,
Saw the burglar coming,
Kicked down the door
Took mom to heaven.
Dad ran in,
But had no chance,
And in a moment
His life had passed.
The boy was left,
In the closet.
Held his breath,
Untill he lost it.
Tears streamed down,
Dropped from his cheek.
And out he ran,
While he weeped.
The killer noticed,
And quick two shots.
The boy was hurt,
The bad man dropped.
The sirens heard,
Police had come
To save the day.
Cuffed the man,
Took the boy away.
But alas,
The boy's still haunted,
To join his parents,
Was all he wanted.

Mother must have said it a thousand times,
Look with your eyes, not with your hands
But I was careless, full of youth

I wasn't the most privileged coming up
I respected things though, knew the meaning of money
But I was careless, full of energy

The Squirrels Nest, oddities and antiques
Mom loved that place, pricey as it was
But I was careless, full of curiosity

She used to take me there, that odd corner store
Mom would browse while I explored the wonders within
But I was careless, full of nerves

I remember just how it felt when she slapped me,
Large Minoan vase, my helmet, shattered on the floor
But I was careless, full of destruction

Mother said it a thousand and one times,
Look with your eyes, not with your hands
And finally, I had learned

Sleeping in a hotel,
Away from home
The mattress seems cold and hard,
Like a prison floor
The body next to mine is warm,
Raising so slightly with her
Shallow morning breaths
How we got here,
I don’t remember
But the emptied bottle of
Grey Goose by the bed
Seems to be a clue
It even explains the aching,
A dull pain behind my eye
I roll closer to the stranger
Next to me, draping an arm
Over her soft skin
As if hoping to absorb,
The name of this beauty
Her hair, like straw,
A golden brown, the faint
Scent of smoke
From the night before
Soft lips press to mine
“Good morning”, she says,
Her voice seeming angelic
“Hey”, I reply,
And we share a smile,
After we rise
“Last night”, the words
Fumbling from my mouth
Before I could even finish,
“Don’t worry about it”,
The door shutting behind her,
She left me with nothing,
But I, was in love

Love is blind, or so I'm told
Deaf, blind, and mute, I'll never know
Circumstances change, the way you see
But i know, you're not like me

At least you know, I don't speak lies
I don't hear crying, and I dont see time
My world is dark, a lonely place
But at least for me, I know it's safe

So call me *******, and make your jokes
You don't bother me, I'll never know
They always wonder, do you want them back
But in this ignorant world, I'm not sure I'd last

Thanks but no, I'm rather pleased
Actually I feel bad, you can't live like me
Deaf, blind, and mute, is fine you see
Deaf, blind, and mute, just leave me be

I am bread without the butter
Filling, but not quite the full effect
I am the heel of the loaf,
The piece you only eat
When you really are that hungry
Satisfying, but not quite satisfactory
I am the slice with the moldy spot
The one you can only eat half of
Tainted, but not yet completely lost
I am the loaf thats gone stale
Crisp, but not because im toasted
I am whole wheat when you wanted white,
And white when you wanted rye
I am never what you want,
But I am what you get

Since I was seven, I've had a dream of a man
Taking off his head and giving it to his girlfriend.

While it scared me at first, I've come to realize
Just because he's headless doesn't mean that he dies.

The sleepiest of hollows, he still can ride on
It's just his head that's missing, his heart isn't gone.

So headless, the horsemen, still gallops forward
Chasing a love that can't be ignored.

Now his girlfriend holds his head close and dear
If you follow your heart, love will always be near.