Why are you so afraid?
Who takes the courage out of us
and leaves empty pages on our doorsteps?

If you'd ask me nicely I gladly lend you my aid
In return just be as good as you allow yourself to be and thus
I promise silently to instead of one I'll make two beds

Inside of these four sides and many scriptless lines
My love's never quite sure how to call itself
I call her by the only name that I know
but know that it's not enough, not quite

If I wouldn't know better I would beg for your trust in these strong-rooted vines
All I want is to let me be me for the sake of myself
And hold closely and in full daylight my beloved stranger, reflected in fresh-fallen snow
For I'd never want to be ashamed of keeping a feeling whole and tight

Please don't ever let me lose my hope in a strangers mind,
it's all I got left in a world full of shallow familiars and quiet pretenders
Don't let me go stray and leave the path less traveled

Let me have
one hand that's tender
that isn't my own
trying hard to hold
on to slippery simplicity

And tell me why
are
you
so
afraid,
heart?

‘Everything hurts’ I had screamed

I’d never thought I would find love it had seemed

Except I didn't know that I would soon fall

He had loved me and I thought that was all

Until it was over and he had left

But what he didn't know was that it was my heart that he still kept.

Her bookshelf to the brim and bursting
With pages worn, and well
Remembered for the virtues
Lost
And husbands in the war

Fallen woman--fall, and women
Harvests sown and reaped
Moon of full, of wax, of
Wane
Her heart of Shadow's seed

Hand of diamond and of band
Ashes, ashes, dust
A love once lived and now, one
Lost
The pages' faces face us
And sages burn, away

Absorbing the pain
letting nothing spill.
I feel the alluring darkness
enwrapping me with its wings.
Overriding my words
by the whispers in my head;
making me push people away
to keep them at bay.
I guess this is how darkness wins
by telling you to keep it all
to yourself.

You suffered a lot, I know
You've been through many things that no one knows
It made you cry
It made you weak
It made you lay on bed all day
Hoping when you wake up it's all gone
But despite all of those, you survived
Yes it's still there ---
But you're fighting
Keeping the faith
Making the best out of yourself

daily one looks and looks
to find the daily poem
so judiciously chosen
for the daily poem's nook

unsuccessful
one's search has been
it's as though
the daily poem
has just sauntered off
the computer's screen

one's radar finder
cannot seem to reel
the daily poem in
nor catch a trace
of its keeping tin

I got close to sleeping,
but stress has decided
on having a sleepover,
(again.)

It’s 1 in the morning
I stepped outside
I’m sure the air is nice
But I can’t breathe
Stars twinkle above
I can’t even find the beauty in that
All I see is my own unimportance
If I died right now
Nothing would change
I am meaningless
Because as I huddle outside
Alone and sobbing
I realize I have been here many times before
I don’t think I can ever get better
Life wasn’t supposed to end up this way
But look where I am