Mirror mirror
On the wall
Who's the fairest
Of them all?

Not you

Mirror mirror
On the wall
Who's the one
About to fall?

You are

I shatter the mirror
And use the shards
To bleed the memories
From my skin

Mirror mirror
On the wall
You pushed me
Off the cliff so tall

*You deserved it

When I was younger,
I ran barefoot,
Innocent and happy.

As I got older,
I began wearing shoes,
Because that was 'cool'

They hurt my feet,
And killed my innocence.
They drew me to the edge of a cliff
And as I walked along it's edge,
I tripped over
A stupid shoelace,

And now I am falling,
Dreading hitting the ground,
All so I could be 'cool'

This poem
Is for anyone
Who feels as if
Wave after wave
Is crashing down on them.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who lost their
Very best friend
And is in the depths of despair.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who crashed
To the ground
And doesn't know if they can get up again.

This poem
Is for anyone
Who can't breathe
At times
And doesn't know why

This poem
Is for anyone
Who is standing on a cliff
About to fall
With a strong wind at their backs

This poem
Is for anyone
Who wants to write
About real things
But can't force them into words

This poem
Is for anyone

When you found me there crying,
You said, "What can I do?
I said, "Weave me a rope,
Something to hold onto."

"Use a few strands of hope,
And a couple of joy.
A bundle of friendship,
And one strand of peace."

Yes,
Please weave me a rope,
And if it stays strong,
I can fall from the cliff,
But I will forever know;
*I will never fall.

Standing at the edge of a cliff
People surround you

One tells you to jump

Another tries to convince you not to

Then there's a person who'll push you

There's another who'll try to stop you from falling,
By clinging on to your arm

There's a person waiting at the bottom of the cliff,
Waiting to catch you

Then there's the person
Whose the reason why you're jumping




And then...
There's an unexpected person
Who'll *jump with you

I said I stand precariously close to the edge
but I almost feel like I've already fallen.
I'm falling and you've yet to decide
if I'll meet my death
or the glorious waves of the ocean.
I can see the black rocks beckoning me
and the pink ocean drawing me closer.
But with these words falling from your lips
like poison in your kisses
the wind flings me into the path of my death.
I brace for impact knowing I've made a mistake
but the only thing I feel is the gentle caress of your hand
as you pull me back to the edge of the cliff
back to you.
Over and over again I fall
and over and over again you pull me back up.
Pull me to your warm embrace and hold me close
and every time you let me take that step off
that could mean death and every time time your words
push and pull me closer to the black abyss.
Why can't I ever feel the warm spray
of that beautiful ocean on my fingertips?
I just wish that for once the warm pink ocean would embrace me
the way your arms do.
I wish my heart would let me walk away
...that you would jump off that cliff with me just once.
So that just once I could feel the embrace of the ocean
that's so like your arms when you hold me.

---------------
Your love-
is the cliff--
I stand on;---
dangerous--
-----------------**  
but I've never       so          
                         felt       alive
                                             inside

Grab a barrel cause,
if life is like a river
then there is a cliff.

© Matthew Harlovic