Though now I lay you down to sleep
I won't be sad, I will not weep
If the pain I feel shall never cease
The love we had will bring me peace

I'll count the memories day by day
Until I too shall pass away
Life's a vapour, a momentary mist
A distant echo the wind has kissed

You're the blessing that grew a smile
But now you walk your final mile
And though we pause the life we've known
Be not afraid, you're not alone

Tears were made to reflect the pain
The reflection fades, but not the stain
And though you're in a better place
This road is rough that I must face

You've heard the words by our dear Lord
"Child enter in to your reward"
So look for me, for in only a while
I too will walk my final mile

Who shall lament at my demise
When this world below I leave?
Who bears proof with blood-shot eyes?
Will one among you grieve?

Who will stand when I cannot
To trumpet deeds I've done?
Am I the one that time forgot
The name that people shun?

Who will walk me to my grave
And mark the place I lay?
Will one step forth, he who's brave
One strong enough to pray?

The seeds I've sown have fell in vain
For the darkness steals the light
They'll simply say, "He was insane"
Because of things I write

If not one tear shall fall for me
The world will one day know
I need not your sympathy
For I am Edgar Allen Poe

Sometimes hidden behind a smile
We can find our darkest places
The laughter will last for only a while
For it's something the darkness erases

No words exist to even explain
This feeling of total despair
You try your best to hide the pain
And pretend that it's not there

It steals the soul in tiny pieces
Until there's nothing left
And though your joy slowly decreases
Your mind is aware of the theft

That's when life seems closer to death
Than you ever thought it could be
You ponder each and every breath
While hoping it sets you free

We should consider depression a crime
It replaces the joy with lies
It has a way of distorting time
Until the laughter dies


  R.I.P. Robin Williams

Buried deep in an unmarked grave
A child is given birth
Born to a corpse, now death's slave
He claws he way through the earth

He's not quite dead nor alive it seems
As he tinkers on the fringe
Conceived by the sound of his mother's screams
Hell bent on taking revenge

His mother lived only nineteen years
Then killed by a gang of three
Born through the hate in his mother's tears
Now karma has set him free

He searches the earth, both high and low
Till he finds his heart's desire
Making them suffer and all die slow
As he drags them through the fire

With the gates of hell now open wide
His deed on earth is done
But remember this warning, you can't hide
So beware of Karma's son

The whole world watched
As they fell to the ground
A multitude was lost
Only a few were found

An unseen evil
Came from the sky
Innocence, the target
We're left asking why

Mothers and Fathers
Sisters and Brothers
All lost their lives
And so many others

He came from the east
With death in his heart
He thought he would break us
And tear us apart

It only made us stronger
When the Twin Towers fell
For we trust in God
They're screaming in hell

As I listen to whispers trapped in my tears
I'm haunted by regret
A shadow that's followed me all of my years
Making sure I never forget

Time has recorded the mistakes I've made
And stores them in the past
Long and winding, the path that I've laid
I didn't expect it to last

Twisted and broken as days pass me by
Time will never relent
Uncertain, disheartened, as tomorrow draws nigh
I fear it's too late to repent

I see the world with a reprobate mind
Confused in all that I see
Today is so clear but my future is blind
Whatever will be, will be

Forever I'm tied to the path that I chose
Be it Heaven or be it hell
Will tomorrow bring judgement? nobody knows
It's still too early to tell

A silent emotion mixed with ink
A memory that just won't die
An ocean of tears brought to the brink
When you're much too broken to cry

A place where your pain can go to hide
Or a grave to bury the past
A sad goodbye to a love that's died
Or a future that didn't last

A place where your dreams just fade away
For you realize they wasn't real
A voice to those with nothing to say
When you're much too damaged to feel

Regret is spoken without a sound
Where "I love you" is just a waste
Where "I'm sorry" can always be found
"Forgive me" is uttered in haste

Words in this poem are now my life
Our marriage, nothing but a theft
I once was proud to call you my wife
Now these words are all that is left

Sorrow only hangs her head
While walking to the floor
Pride wants all the attention
While Greed keeps seeking more

Shame hides behind the curtains
While Anger demands his way
Fear is too afraid to dance
Impatience just wouldn't stay

Joy was dancing all over the place
While Lust's heart began to burn
Love just watched with stars in her eyes
While Patience was waiting his turn

Confusion didn't know what to do
While Surprise was doing the twist
Shock was so appalled of it all
While Temptation just couldn't resist

The Broken Hearts just sit and cried
While Doubt didn't believe it was real
Now you've seen the dance of emotions
So tell me, how do you feel?

My wife said to embrace my feminine side
So I thought I'd give it a whirl
And though I said I'll do my best
I don't make a very good girl

So I tried my hand at cooking
And now the chicken is crispy and black
The laundry was just my first attempt
And it almost broke my back

I even took a bubble bath
With candles on the side of the tub
But when I tried to shave my legs
The only thing left was a nub

And even though I must admit
I look pretty **** good in a dress
Those dadgum ***** hose were cramping my style
As you can probably already guess

That make-up made me feel kinda funny
And made me look just a little bit weird
I think it clashed with the leftover breakfast
That was hanging out inside my beard

My wife said I made an ugly girl
And she laughed so hard she cried
She said she'd never ask me again
To embrace my feminine side

A momentary lapse of reason
Has brought me back to you
Even though I'll always know
The hurt you've put me through

With blinded eyes I come again
My heart won't let me leave
I can't deny the tears I cry
The evidence, on my sleeve

Doubt has now replaced the hope
That made my world worth while
Dread and fear will reappear
And steal away my smile

Like a puppet on a lonely stage
My strings are in your hands
I have no will to even feel
Just following your commands

Broken dreams your voice commands
My will no more my own
A lonely seed, a useless ****
That you alone have sown

I'm just going through the motions
Tired and feeling used
I tried today to stay away
But again, my heart refused

Alone in the dark I wait for the light
To show me where I belong
I can't find my way until it is day
But the darkness is lasting so long

The things that I see in the darkness
Shadows are tempting the light
But there's nothing to fear for I'm used to it here
And your day will still be my night

Born in this world of silent screams
I can't even see my own tears
Try to understand I see with my hand
The darkness has held me for years

I wish someone would turn on the light
And let me taste what it's like to be free
But for now I am found in this world made of sound
Hoping that one day I'll see

Alone in the dark I wait for the light
Just a glimpse I'm praying to find
But I'm trapped in this hell with touch, sound and smell
For that's what it's like to be blind

I'm haunted by your memory
A ghost of things long passed
Trapped inside my hollow dreams
A love that didn't last

A spirit that taunts my very being
It will not set me free
Bound by the chains of my regrets
Its echo haunting me

I carry around this broken heart
My reward for misplaced trust
I chose to walk the path of love
But you, the path of lust

The spectre of your lying eyes
Follow where ever I go
Broken promises upon your lips
Piercing my very soul

Still haunted by your memory
No peace for me to find
Tormented by what could have been
This ghost you left behind

Sparrows bleed as trumpets scream
They fall to kiss the earth
Crimson proof it's not a dream
For death has given birth

Darkness smiles with broken wings
A feathered wake of sorts
When death is born no one sings
For joy somehow distorts

Devils dance and act a fool
Just barely out of sight
Shadows watch and start to drool
While laughing at the light

Empty tears, for no one cares
It happens every day
Far away an angel stares
There's nothing left to say

Twisted fate, we don't ask why
For death will come to all
When death is born, we must die
As sparrows start to fall

I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave

I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity

I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will

I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we can't control

I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough

Virginia walks where I cannot
The angels know her name
Where my name was is now a blot
My muse hands me the blame

I whisper love, she does not hear
She knows my heart tells lies
She listens with a cautious ear
And sees through my disguise

I try but cannot feel her pain
A mistress she shall stay
I try my best but can't explain
The demons I must slay

She hides my sin to no avail
The truth cuts like a knife
She knows that she will only fail
Name only, she's my wife

A mistress she will always be
I know it seems absurd
She'll ever be in love with me
But my love is the word

I'm the music and you're the song
You're every breath I take
You're my dream when I'm asleep
And my comfort when I wake

I'm the canvas and you're the brush
So paint me as you will
I'm the words the poet writes
And you, the poet's quill

You're the potter and I'm the clay
So shape with your hands
Without form I surrender all
Mold me to fit your plans

I'm the question and you're the answer
To everything I've known
I'm the shadow following close
You'll never be alone

You're the reason God made smiles
He just couldn't help Himself
He saw the world was sad and lonely
So He took you off the shelf

I sometimes hide inside myself
A place where no one sees
An empty wrong looking for right
Among a barren disease

I ***** my soul to feel alive
It brings no pain nor tears
An indifferent stain, out of touch
It's been this way for years

No echos feed my screams for help
For emotion is just a lie
I see the world in black and black
My eyes, too dead to cry

The smile I wear is my disguise
Although it's never real
It lets me hide the emptiness
And the darkness I conceal

I sometimes hide inside myself
Thank God that you're not there
For you feel pain, joy and love
But I simply cannot care

Born a garden fairy tale
Stands a simple rose
A story only she can tell
A story no one knows

Her beauty shines for all to see
But she's so much more than that
She longs to set her lover free
But can't see where he's at

The thorns that sit upon her stem
Will keep them far apart
She'll always be a part of him
He'll always have her heart

Deformed and twisted, not quite right
Not fit to look upon
He's buried deep and out of sight
Destined to be alone

This love between a rose and root
Will never be released
A love that he would not pollute
This beauty and the beast

Poets will try to hide their pain
Where tears will go unseen
They'll hide the countless demons slain
With words they find serene

Emotion will always find their sleeves
It's part of who they are
A special way the poet grieves
To mend that hidden scar

A poet is lost until they're found
They just can't find their way
A silent scream without a sound
Will chase their pain away

A poet is made of different stuff
They're not like all the rest
Peace, they never seem to have enough
Until their sin's confessed

They're haunted by their need to write
Their ink made to console
For most are prisoners to the night
And they're born with a paper soul

Today you wrote a letter
Intent on saying goodbye
You packed your things and moved away
Without even telling me why

You said the words began to cry
When the tears mixed with your ink
Your mind was confused and cloudy
You could barely even think

You told me that you're sorry
To have to leave this way
You hoped that I would understand
You simply couldn't stay

I've always loved the written word
Even letters I couldn't face
I tried to find the reason why
But found an empty space

Now words no longer have meaning
They're just an empty lie
I never thought I'd see the day
When words would simply die

A poem is never the words you read
It's what's written between the lines
For the words can only plant a seed
To grow the emotion a word defines

A feeling trapped inside our hearts
Or maybe a place we haven't seen
The words are where emotion starts
But the meaning is in-between

For our words can never write a smile
But yet you know it's there
It has nothing to do with the poet's style
Or even the words they share

The words we write have a silent voice
That the poets call their muse
But interpretation is the readers choice
From the words we didn't use

Emotion is always the in-betweens
Our words are only the signs
To understand what the poet means
You must read between the lines

Sometimes a whisper becomes a shout
Found in the words that we write
The silence is broken, it has to come out
In the colors of black and white

These colors it seems know how we feel
For they somehow give us a voice
Emotion is found on the tip of our quill
Our whispers without a choice

Echoes are found in these colors too
Each time we read the words back
That's when the shout starts tumbling through
Searching for words that we lack

The poet's emotions give ink its power
A slave to the shout that they make
Sometimes it's minutes or maybe an hour
No matter how long it might take

A whisper is silent and hidden inside
A shout will make things feel right
A poet's true colors are tested and tried
As it's written in black and white

Beneath the wings of hope's sweet kiss
I breathe once more to feel
But hidden deep within the scars
Lie shadows that I conceal

I try my best to name my pain
But sorrow doesn't fit
It screams each day for me to hear
Though nameless, it will not quit

I try to rise above the noise
But I cannot heal this sore
An empty heart of deja vu
I've seen this place before

A bitter rose will cover my grave
Its petals not quite right
The angel that I should have seen
Has already taken flight

All my memories fade away
I leave the way I came
There's no one here to remember me
No one knows my name

As light envelopes the eastern sky
And scatters in all directions
Darkness is born within the light
In the form of soulless reflections

The light commands the darkness
To hide upon the ground
And to move among the living
Where ever the light is found

The darkness is taught to follow
Whatever the light decrees
And in soulless reproductions
To mimic what it sees

But the darkness has an enemy
That causes it to wane
The light is always washed away
Each time it starts to rain

But when the light regains its place
And shines across the earth
The darkness once again is born
As shadows are given birth

You've said the words I refuse to hear
I beg you take them back
You want me to say goodbye I fear
The words I somehow lack

You said I knew this day would come
But I must disagree
I know this happens sometimes to some
But not to you and me

You said you no longer feel the same
But my love keeps growing stonger
You say it's you, I'm not the blame
Please try a little longer

What must I do to change your mind?
You say it's set in stone
A love like this is hard to find
You say you must move on

You walk away and say goodbye
There's one thing you should know
It doesn't matter how hard I try
My heart can't let you go

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
Her scars are there but never show
She carries them deep inside

He calls her stupid, a worthless girl
It's been that way for years
Some nights she cries herself to sleep
While drowning in her tears

Her self-esteem is all but gone
He's stripped her of her shame
Keeping her an empty shell
Her soul now broken and maim

And though he's never raised his hand
His abuse is easy to find
She sees the world with hollow eyes
As he tries to control her mind

He cuts her with his words of hate
She has no bruises to hide
What we see is all that's left
For a piece of her has died

The trees write poems of the beautiful green leaves
The leaves tell the story of the early spring breeze
The sun tells the story of the flowers that grow
The flowers write a poem about the sun's mighty glow

The stream tells a tale of the rocks and the fish
While a lone standing well harbors a wish
The willow writes of shadows that dance in the day
'Til the moon starts to rise and they all run away

The birds and the bees will write of their flight
The wind writes the breeze that makes them so light
The frogs sing a song as the moon starts to rise
The fireflies will dance as they light up the skies

The whippoorwill cries as the stars start to shine
The smell fills the air with some cedar and pine
We copy what we see as the earth starts to show it
Maybe we hold the quill but God is the poet

The Song
A Poem by Whiskurz

When does a poem become a song?
Does the music make it real?
A melody makes us sing along
But the words are from the quill

Without the words the music's blind
It can't see where to go
For the words are how a song's defined
And the music's just for show

Wrapped in notes and chords to tease
It's meant to entertain
But it always takes the words to please
Or the music's played in vain

The words are there to touch the heart
Or the music might be missed
For it only plays a minute part
If the words did not exist

Some has said that poetry's dead
But they couldn't be more wrong
For the poet sees the music's fed
Or there couldn't be a song
© 2013 Whiskurz

What kind of poem should I write today?
May something that makes you cry
Or maybe I'll write of happy things
So no one will have to die

Maybe I'll write of a love gone bad
Of broken hearts and dreams
Or maybe I'll write of nightmares
Where darkness is filled with screams

Maybe I'll write a political prose
Where everyone has a voice
Or maybe I'll write of abortion
Pro life or maybe pro choice

Maybe I'll write of memories
That fade away through time
Or maybe I'll write a sonnet of love
Where heartbeats always rhyme

What kind of poem should I write today?
Maybe the seasons, the coming of fall
Or maybe I'll keep my feelings inside
And just write nothing at all

Did you know I have two houses?
I even have a second car
Some people even wish they were me
But I wouldn't go that far

I even have two swimming pools
Of course they're in separate yards
Everybody says I'm just lucky
Or in must have been in the cards

I even have two sets of friends
I've been told it's quite unique
I try to see them as often as I can
Though we hardly ever speak

Did I tell that I have two pets
One is a dog, the other a cat
And Every time I leave my house
They're wondering where I'm at

In case you haven't guessed by now
I have two of everything of course
Because you see, I not lucky at all
I'm another child of divorce

My lips will whisper love unto thine heart
For my burden weighs heavy on my soul
I will invade your dreams when we're apart
Even by pain of death I'll pay the toll

Why not let Arthur choose another bride
For they stand in line to become his queen
I can't walk away, for God knows I've tried
It's you and I and Arthur in between

I took an oath to always serve my king
Even if it demands my final breath
But I couldn't have known what love would bring
And now I fear our love means certain death

I would give my life for all I hold dear
If Lancelot could be with Guinevere

Somewhere below the line of hope
I reach but cannot feel
Forgotten, I scream in the darkness
But the sound is silent and still

A wretched place without the light
A piercing silence prevails
Like a boat trapped on the river Styx
My soul becomes its sails

Hollow, my echo calls to me
Mocking me as I plead
Though wounded, my heart keeps beating
But my body refuses to bleed

A lonely wind filled with mistakes
Guiding me as I drift
I try to reach the line of hope
But the failure is still too swift

Somewhere below the line of hope
I'm lost and can't get out
I reach again and fall once more
Below the line of doubt

He went to have his future read
For he wanted his fortune told
So he went to a witch, a psychic of sorts
Who was said to be a hundred years old

She told him all he wanted to hear
She said, "By thirty you will be rich"
He tried to leave before he could pay
And in doing so angered the witch

"By thirty years old you'll have your wealth,
But your days are numbered at best"
"For when the last leaf falls from the sycamore tree,
You'll meet with life's ending rest"

Well the witch finally died, as the years went by
Her corpse now buried and rotten
Summer was ending as the leaves start to fade
And her prophecy all but forgotten

While raking his leaves that fell in his yard
A leaf came tumbling down
The very last leaf from the sycamore tree
That evening his body was found

They said that his heart just quit working
He turned thirty the day that he died
A million dollar check came in the mail
Life insurance, paid to his bride

With sweaty palms I take her hand
As I come to rest on one knee
The words were hung in the back of my throat
Trying their best to get free

My heart was shouting just do it
I could hear it with every beat
What would she say I will or I won't
Heavenly bliss or defeat?

Each time I tried to utter those words
My voice would quiver and shake
How many times have I practiced this
And how many times will it take

Only a whisper with one breath of air
Was all I was able to free
I just couldn't wait for her ears to accept
Those words, "Will you marry me?"

The seconds would seem like hours
Time would simply stand still
With two little words filled with tears
She uttered the sound, "I will"

Somewhere between you and me
There's a void I can't get by
A place I just can't seem to cross
No matter how hard I try

There are too many broken promises
Surrounded by too many lies
It's been there since the first time we met
I should have seen it in your eyes

Too much history for a future to grow
Where love's supposed to dwell
My heart is too hard for love to spring up
It's something I can already tell

There are too many tears for the sun to dry
Too many, "I'm sorry's" used
There's too much for me to try to forget
This time my heart has refused

Somewhere between you and me
Is where our love has died
You've made my heart push you away
Though we're standing side by side

Awakened by the hand of dread
An apprentice to the night
She pulls me from my chamber bed
And forces me to write

My mind still captive to my sleep
I do not understand
Clutching my quill, my fingers weep
It does not know my hand

A whisper slowly fills my soul
My quill now feels at ease
For I'm no longer in control
I write from my disease

Infected words now fill my quill
To spread a rancid lie
My paper silent and feeling ill
As pieces of it die

Dread no longer holds me tight
As her icy fingers release
She disappears into the night
And hands me back my peace

I wonder if the wind can hear
The cries from unmarked graves
People taken before their time
Doomed to be death's slaves

Those who've all gone missing
The stolen voices that remain
Trying their best to let us know
The purpose of their pain

They're buried in an barren field
Or under a giant oak tree
The places we pass everyday
With death we cannot see

Voices crying out hidden away
From deep within the ground
Hoping someone finally hears
Hoping they'll soon be found

Stolen voices are every where
The people that time forgot
A few are found and rest in peace
But most of them are not

There's a little bit of magic
In everyone that lives
A gift worthwhile is to bring a smile
And all the joy it gives

A heartfelt word of kindness
Can turn away their wrath
It can cause the strong to admit they're wrong
And seek a different path

There's magic in a warm embrace
That calms a fearful soul
When a broken heart is torn apart
A hug can help console

There's magic in a single tear
That can melt a heart of stone
We can't explain this liquid pain
This magic is still unknown

There's magic in a simple prayer
That can reach the throne above
The magic there is what we share
This magic we call love

I have to write away my far away feeling
And let my ink fulfill my need
Bring back the peace, the loneliness is stealing
And let my pen and paper intercede

Sometimes my mind just drifts away
To a place my heart can't see
Leaving me empty, filled with dismay
My spirit, as broken as can be

The silence screams, demanding attention
'Til my soul is out of reach
Leaving me lost in another dimension
Waiting for my tears to breach

That melancholy song plays in my head
I follow where ever it leads
I try to hang on to one little thread
'Til my heart just simply concedes

I have to write away my far away feeling
The loneliest part of me
The words that I write will start the healing
And maybe I'll one day be free

They sometimes call it talent
But we know that's not true
For talent is something worked for
Earned by only a few

They call it inspiration
Others say a muse
A silent partner that we can't see
Feeding us words to use

They say it's about emotion
We write the way we feel
Hoping to find a little peace
From what our souls conceal

They say it's all the pretty words
Stacked in a perfect place
They say it's found inside of us
A feeling we must embrace

But it's more than all the words we write
That gives our souls that lift
The poem becomes who we are
For a poem is a gift

I've whispered I love you, a million times
And I've given you ten- thousand kisses
I've written my love in five- thousand rhymes
An offering, your heart just dismisses

I've wiped at least a hundred-thousand tears
Whenever your sadness needed my sleeve
I've been by your side for twenty-two years
'Til you decided you wanted to leave

A thousand regrets imprisoned my mind
At least a dozen for each day we shared
I want back the love my heart had enshrined
For you will know that I'm sorry I cared

You've asked me to give it just one more try
I'm tired of counting, I'm saying goodbye

I am the king of a kingdom called hell
And you have become my queen
We rule the lands of Heartache and Spite
And everything in-between

Our castle is guarded by misery's knights
Surrounded by a moat full of tears
A dragon called Lust invades your heart
An enemy I've fought for years

Yet I fight with all of my strength
To defend the innocence of Trust
The harder I fight, the weaker I grow
I fear I'm defeated by Lust

Broken Promises break down the walls
With a word I cannot defend
Someone else has stolen your heart
And now you call me your friend

He's captured your heart, our kingdom is lost
For the walls have crumbled and fell
I'm just a king without you as my queen
Trapped in this kingdom of hell

I know that we were meant to be
For a time already past
A blessing God had sent to me
But wasn't meant to last

We walked the winding road of hope
Just destined to get lost
Where love became a slippery *****
On every path we crossed

A love that taught us how to grow
The kind that breaks your heart
But how were we supposed to know
We'd only grow apart?

Buried memories forced to die
They lay beside our dreams
A pain that hurts too much to cry
At least that's how it seems

A lesson learned, we walk away
Like we were never there
It's sad it had to end this way
Goodbye, yesterday's prayer

I wanted to buy a dozen red roses
But they refused to touch your hand
The chocolates said that, "You're much sweeter"
And, "Your lips would make them bland"

So I tried to find just the right card
But the words just ran away
There was nothing that the cards could do
There was nothing the words could say

I wanted to cook a Valentine's feast
But I fear it's just a waste
Your smile has crippled my need for food
My appetite's been erased

Then I tried to buy a diamond ring
But your beauty stole its shine
For it's never seen a love like ours
One like yours and mine

So I just want to say, "I love you"
And forget the other stuff
So Happy Valentines Day sweet darling
And I hope that that's enough

While most are counting sheep at night
When trying to go to sleep
The poet is searching for words to write
So the little lambs won't weep

The paper becomes the poet's sleeve
As he wipes his pain away
His pen becomes the poet's sword
To keep the wolves at bay

The sheep that cause our eyes to close
Must always be protected
For wolves can sneak into our dreams
Sometimes undetected

The poet writes of the sheep we count
While staring at the clock
Writing words to stop the wolves
From picking off the flock

So when you start to close your eyes
And count the sheep tonight
Remember the poet who slays the wolves
With the words that he will write

I wanted to believed in fairy tales
I hoped that dreams come true
I thought happy endings were real
Until the day that I met you

I thought I was your Prince Charming
And you, my Snow White bride
But who ever wrote our story of love
Was a little preoccupied

Because the story was never finished
We were loving from day to day
There wasn't a happily ever after
We didn't turn out that way

Like clouds in the sky, we drifted apart
Carried in different directions
Like ripples on a clear mountain stream
No more than broken reflections

I used to believe in fairy tales
But there is no happy ending
We turned out like all of the rest
With both of us pretending

I'd build the world's longest bridge
Just to reach your heart
For there's nothing in this whole wide world
That can keep our love apart

I'd build the world's tallest tower
Just to look in your eyes
I would climb all day 'til the sun goes down
And the moon begins to rise

I'd walk until there's no more road
Just to see your smile
I would walk all day 'til my shoes were worn
And cherish every mile

I would sail the oceans far and wide
Just to enjoy your smell
Your perfume guides me day and night
Your love will be my sail

Now I'm trying to make it to Heaven
You went so far away
I'll walk the straight and narrow path
'Til we meet again some day

If I could write like Edgar Allen Poe
Then everyone would know my name
Or maybe paint like Da Vinci
I would surely know his fame

But I don't have any life changing words
Or paintings to hang on the walls
They'll be no hall of fame for me
Or any other famous halls

If I could tell a captivating story
Like the stories that Mark Twain told
The things I'd write would be on display
And be worth their weight in gold

Or compose like Wolfgang Mozart
My music would be admired for years
A piece of history that will last forever
A legacy that never disappears

But if I were like any one of these here
Then my work would go unheard
And then who would tell my life's story
As my soul gives birth to word

The paper turns to crimson
As she writes with all her scars
Her quill becomes the poet's key
That unlocks her prison bars

With her prison doors wide open
She's free from all her pain
A prisoner of her past mistakes
That's left a lasting stain

Broken trust gave birth to grief
As she writes of her abuse
But everytime she tried to leave
He'd have another excuse

She tried her best to cover her bruises
After the beatings would start
But nothing could cover the pain she felt
From the break inside her heart

She found the strength to walk away
And leave the past behind
She writes each night to find her freedom
But it's truly hard to find

A mistress has found her way to my heart
With a love I cannot shake
I knew it was love right from the start
She often keeps me awake

She's on my mind both night and day
Her mystery fills me with glee
Each time she leaves I want her to stay
She's becoming a part of me

My wife just watches with a distant stare
For she knows she could never compete
She feels my love and she's willing to share
For my mistress makes me complete

She's been around for thousands of years
But things grow sweeter with age
They don't understand especially my peers
They question the words on this page

Guilt, I have none, for it's not what you think
And though you think it absurd
For my mistress is made entirely of ink
My mistress, the written word