I can see the light,
it surrounds them.
It shines from within.
The light,
it spills from their mouths
and winks when they blink.
I see it spark from their fingertips,
roll in waves behind their footsteps.

Luminous beings,
such surreal things,
and I, a mere spectator.
Set apart from the rest
by the sharp pain in my chest,
I can do nothing
except concentrate on my breathing
and think about what I should do next.

I walk amid
the silence of broken hearts
and ghosts of the lives never lived.
Oblivious to
the echoes of dashed dreams
and the pall of dampened spirits.

I have received good news
and in this moment,
I am invincible.
Enclosed in a happy bubble,
I let the contentment wash over me.
Later I can return to my troubles
and be part of the crowd again.

You glow with happiness,
I hide in darkness.

You are so full of life,
I live in eternal strife.

You are your friends' darling,
I'm a lonely soul absently wandering.

Your face is a painting of a thousand lovely colours,
mine is an utter blank ever.

Compare and contrast, our match seems impossible,
Is this why I find you so irresistible?

A bad poem is a bush some fear might harbor thorns
A good one is chicken and readers chew even the bones

The day today is like any other day
But something's different from yesterday
Before, I was cheerful and happy
Today, I am lost and chappy

Nevertheless, the show of life must go on
In spite of transforming me into a con
Bizarre, is this feeling of course
Maybe something was to happen, for better or for worse

Whatever will happen can only be seen
In the near future, live, off the screen
Still, something bothers my mind
Just wishing the stars, to be kind


|AB|

i want to write
my inner words
i want to let
my deep cries out
but i can't have
you frightened child
stand up against
my vicious doubt

as too short nights go by
i see you less and less
the heart blocks you from mind
to keep from lack of bless

and then you show to warn
you won't be home tomorrow
and in return my heart goes numb
to ease these times of sorrow

We are all guilty of trying to mirror the love we see
Not sharing the love we know
Could love still be called 'true'

The best of logicians make the worst of lovers,
They do not believe in four-leaved clovers
Logicians know what's done is over
Lovers in love-drunkenness don't often think sober.

Logic is a thing of "the free men".
And lovers are not free especially when
They are chained to emotion and even then,
Love lets them fly free over tall feet ten.

When love set's you free, you cannot be caught
In so deep, haunting, immersing right thought.
When logic makes you free, love does not.
When love makes you fly, logic does naught.

There's no middle ground, there's no in between.
Only one or the other, only one could have been.
Tis a truth that only I might have seen,
So deep for someone who's merely a teen.

To concur, I say that even I don't know
Of on which side I would dare go.
I could have both, maybe, although,
Only one will reign a worthy glow.