chain-knees
sullied
debut of
tie
&
episodes. A
secret
trill,
like an
eagle's evil cry, lacerates the die-hard spirit of death and hardship.

~MIKELSON

Know, how is the secret revealed?

No longer is it kept concealed.

Be cool; never doubt yourself.

Old thoughts are good for the bookshelf.

You'll find newness in the spring field.

If the law of attraction is believed

Then I will be fully relieved.

Truly that happens for itself.

Secret revealed

Ask, and it will be given if preconceived.

It opens up, never to be sealed.

Being early gives true joy to oneself.

Emotions indicate ourselves.

Be positive so dreams will be fulfilled.

Secret revealed

I woke to find
Everything packed away—
Carpets rolled up,
Bare floorboards
Revealed for the first time.

No one around,
My footsteps made
A strange
Sound

Then Gran came in.
"Your mummy and daddy
Aren't getting along."
This truth,
I learned too late,
Kept from me
Until this morning.

A day my mind
Will never forget,
A secret now
Unfolded.

We traveled to the new town,
My face
Wore
A
Frown.

The door slammed shut
Too quickly,
A bad case
Of homesickness.
What was severed
Now crystallized.

Now,
I never fail
To remember
Every
Detail.

i'm always a secret
but not the kind that's kept

my name is only said
in whispers,
private moments,
and in your head

i'm only looked at
from across the room,
passing in the halls,
and when i'm pretty like the moon

it's all the same,
people are shocked i know your name

i'm here for you when you need it,
when its convenient

i don't dare wave or say hi
i'll cave before i say goodbye

we've gone through more,
we've been here before

it's not anything new,
it's just me and you

When you're done with chores,
Taking the dishes to the sink,
gently rubbing each until one's
left that you mindlessly rub-
Is it true that I'm gone?

Albums of long lost memories
kept aside your closet beneath
neatly folded clothes- when touched,
you avoid them intentionally-
Is it true that I'm gone?

When pages of book flap in wind-
passing by you beside window,
your vacant gaze upon a line-
that stirred thoughts behind time,
Is it true that I'm gone?

Why is it that your coffee
left on table often gets cold?
Distracted- you sense an hour
passes by like your secret brief sigh.
Is it true that I'm gone?

Late at night, when lights go off-
birds go numb, in screaming silence,
is it that you still make a wish
for me in your dreams?
Is it true that I'm gone?

I have a secret obsession,
Which I could never admit.
It's like an unheard question,
That'll be forgotten to infinite

I have a secret obsession,
Like kids obsess over growing up
And adults over perfection;
Chasing dreams that never stop.

I have a secret obsession,
You'll never guess what it is;
But I'm guessing I could only give you this:
You're the truth I can not mention, due to my secret obsession.