Behold the silent battle
That the changing seasons bring
Winter's grip is loosened
As the robin begins to sing

The flowers strain toward Heaven
As their fragrance fills the air
For spring has given notice
But winter will not despair

Winter will not be broken
As it fights with its last breath
But spring's warm winds are endless
And the reason for winter's death

Spring proclaims its victory
As it watches its rival die
The snowflakes have changed to raindrops
As winter begins to cry

I've often wondered where we went wrong
What led to the steps that we took
I try to look back to see the mistakes
But it hurts too much when I look

Who was at fault, who do we blame?
Was it you or something I did?
Did both of us know something was wrong
And was it simply something we hid?

The harder we tried, the more my heart tore
I could feel it down deep in my chest
You always tried to cover your pain
And I knew you were trying your best

Why does this happen to people like us?
For you were the love of my life
We even talked about starting a family
Becoming a husband and wife

I can't tell you why things turn out this way
I don't think that anyone can
We could have mended the holes in our hearts
If we knew where the rip had began

Sometimes in November
When the sun is sitting high
A warm Fall breeze will steal the leaves
And cause the trees to cry

Sometimes in November
A butterfly will appear
A cherished thought, a battle fought
For one you loved so dear

Sometimes in November
A daughter will pass away
You wallow in grief, seek relief
And then you learn to pray

Sometimes in November
An angel gets its wings
It's good and bad but always sad
Both joy and pain this brings

Sometimes in November
A family must say goodbye
As Heaven awaits to open its gates
To November's butterfly

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

Wrinkled an wilted its stem can't stand
I carried it where ever I went
The sun gave it strength and the rain gave it joy
Though its better days were already spent

Its beauty and grace were unmatched in its day
People couldn't help but stare
It held to my hand every where I'd go
There was nothing that we didn't share

All the other flowers couldn't get my attention
No matter how hard they tried
For my eyes were made to look at my rose
Rose is the name of my bride

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

She wasted her talent for most of her life
Buried down deep in her soul
Knowing she had the words to heal
But no one would ever know

She could see inside a person's heart
She knew how to fix their pain
She could even find the rainbow
Each time that it started to rain

And though she had never been there
She could still understand their grief
She knew what each one was looking for
And could offer a little relief

She was more than your everyday poet
For she had such a special gift
She could always bring her words to life
To set our souls adrift

There was something about the words she chose
That was simple, with understanding
Her words were kind and well defined
Suggesting, but never demanding

How many lives could this poet have touched
If she would have only followed through?
Don't be afraid to write what you feel
For this poet, could even be you

The distant sounds of silent screams
Echo through my soul
A nightmare filled with broken dreams
That time cannot console

My helpless mind will not yield
To these voices that I hear
My captive thoughts have not revealed
The purpose of my fear

Loneliness mocks my very being
As time comes screeching to a halt
Blame still hides my eyes from seeing
Insisting it's not my fault

They say I'm mad, mad indeed
They know nothing of my pain
There's no one here to intercede
So this madness must remain

My soul cries out in sad remorse
But I fear it's already too late
I cannot alter this dreadful course
That somehow holds my fate

They call me a poet, poet indeed
How is it they do not know?
Can't they see the words I bleed?
I'm Edgar Allan Poe

A poem is just a teardrop
A form of liquid pain
Released to pen and paper
Our words become a stain

The hurt that's bottled up inside
Can come out through our eyes
Promises made, but never kept
Are nothing but liquid lies

As the teardrop hits the paper
The words begin to form
Releasing all the pain inside
To calm the coming storm

Heartache is just another word
That's written by our tears
The pain becomes the writer's quill
'Til a little relief appears

A poem is just a teardrop
That's worded carefully
Liquid pain becomes a stain
And sets the poet free

Pieces of my imperfection
Lie hopelessly on display
The inner me I've come to know
Breaks a little more each day

The air I breathe is poison
Contaminated by my fear
Each breath I take, my lungs reject
Knowing you're not here

Loneliness invades my crippled mind
And deprives me of my sleep
The night, reserved for reflection
All the memories that I weep

I'm not whole without your smile
And your touch that says I'm real
An empty vessel cracked and worn
Too damaged to ever feel

The you in me gave me life
I was the lost that you had found
I was the one who died today
Though they laid you in the ground

When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Though it's a voice not heard by human ears
The evidence is seen through the angel's tears
Accepted by all as the evening rain
Because a butterfly song is hard to explain

The music is made by the the butterfly's wings
But only nature itself hears the song it sings
It causes the flowers and the trees to sprout
And the birds and the bees to dance about

When a flower is seen it won't be long
'Til spring is born with a butterfly song
So listen close when Winter calls Spring
And you might just hear a butterfly sing

When the butterflies sing, the angels cry
A sound so pure the flowers will sigh
The butterfly song is the beginning of spring
It happens each year when the butterflies sing

Sleepless nights were made for poets
We write when we can't sleep
Emptying our souls with pen and paper
From heartaches buried so deep

Haunted souls keep us awake
'Til late into the night
Our inner demons hold us captive
But freed by the words we write

Bound by thoughts our lips can't speak
Our pens, our only release
We write our pain in black and white
The colors that bring us peace

Silence fills the poet's heart
As our minds are filled with doubt
Held hostage to our agony
'Til our words come tumbling out

Finding the reason for all our pain
Our words begin to weep
Only then can the poet rest
And finally go to sleep

It happen one snowy Christmas eve
The snow was too heavy for flight
So Santa and those eight tiny reindeer
Were stranded with me for the night

After hot chocolate we all went to sleep
With them on my living room floor
The reindeer kept tossing and turning
And all Santa could do was snore

Well, I woke up in the middle of the night
And those reindeer were all in my bed
Comet and Cupid were holding me tight
And Prancer was kissing my head

Then in a flash the room went dark
And in the corner, a tiny elf appears
Believe it or not on top of his head
He had one of my wife's brassieres

I got out of bed to find old Santa
I was hoping he might have an answer
I found him soaking in my garden tub
Where he was taking a bath with Dancer

So I hurried back to the bedroom
But my wife was no where in sight
I found her in the kitchen playing spin the bottle
And that elf said she's mine for the night

Well that did it, I finally lost my temper
I started screaming for them to get out
Santa says, "We can't leave, my clothes aren't dry"
And that's when I started to shout

He pointed to my fireplace mantle
And my stockings were no longer there
For hanging on the nail, still dripping wet
Was Santa's long john underwear

I ran to the bedroom for my rifle
But when I returned they were already gone
My house was a wreck and that elf stole my wife
So I burned Santa's ****** 'til dawn

I think my muse has fallen ill
I've lost my inspiration
I sit alone and grasp my quill
In hopeless anticipation

I scribble lines that make no sense
Only to be erased
The air around me becomes intense
The words I choose, a waste

I cannot choose the words I write
The words, they must choose me
Without my muse my words aren't right
As anyone can see

How can I free my tortured soul,
Without my muse's hand?
The words I choose cannot console
They do not understand

I think my muse has fallen ill
My words have been betrayed
The poems I write I cannot feel
My thoughts have all decayed

Wisdom is earned through many years
Built on heartaches, trials and tears
For it takes a lifetime to become a sage
Growing ever wiser each day they age

There's not many things that they haven't seen
Their bodies grow older, their minds staying keen
With answers to questions that we haven't learned
Working each day for the wisdom they've earned

Sometimes we think that their just out of touch
But they've seen it all and we haven't seen much
Sometimes we say that they don't understand
But the things that we know has come from their hand

Teaching us things through the stories they tell
Some will grow wiser, while others will fail
Wisdom is something that cannot be bought
For time is our teacher, it can only be taught

It's all a matter of opinion
We all have one of these
We always have something to say
Even if no one else agrees

My wife says I don't have one
I have to ask her what to say
She thinks I'll say something stupid
She says, 'You're just made that way'

If we go to a fancy restaurant
She orders what food we'll eat
She tells me when I'm finished
And when to leave my seat

Even on our wedding day
Before I could say, 'I do'
She told the preacher, 'Of course, he does'
So I just mumbled, 'True'

If it sounds like I am henpecked
My wife says that's not true
She says to tell you, 'You're all wrong'
She doesn't tell me what to do

So be glad you're not in my shoes
A man who lives this way
The only words I'm allowed to utter
Is, 'Yes dear, whatever you say'

Well, I think I'll end this poem
And try to get on with my life
But before I go, I want you to know
I probably better ask my wife

Today I found an angel's wing
Just lying on the ground
As I held the feathers in my hand
I couldn't utter a sound

I wondered if she had fallen
Or maybe been hit by a plane
I had to go ask my mama
I knew mama could explain

As I ran into the kitchen
I couldn't find her anywhere
She wasn't on the front porch swing
Sometimes I'd find her there

When I stepped into the backyard
I saw mama on the ground
I ran to my neighbors as fast as I could
And told them where mama was found

The neighbors called the ambulance
They said mama had gone to Heaven
Daddy came home as fast as he could
To his sons just six and seven

Daddy tried his best to explain
Why sometimes people die
He said she's in a better place
And that it's okay to cry

Mama took us to church on Sundays
And she was always the first to sing
But I knew Jesus needed my mama that day
To help the angel with the broken wing

A poem is a song that our souls need to sing
Written to the music our emotions bring
The melancholy tune that our spirit dreads
Cause the words to sing that's inside our heads

Through the poet's quill a poem finds its voice
His paper made a stage for it doesn't have a choice
The poet, just an instrument for the songs to play
His muse writes the words, telling the poet what to say

The poet finds the rhythm through the beat of his heart
While doing his best to perfect his art
The letters all audition while the music is made
Praying to be the star when the song is played

As the melancholy tune starts to slowly die
The poet knows the ending is now drawing nigh
He lays down his quill that he's held so long
The poet's finally finished with his poet's song

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a land where dreams are grown
Where the seeds of hope are planted
And the wishes in life are sown

It's guarded by children's laughter
Where nightmares are cast aside
A place where darkness fades away
And the sun refuses to hide

Where way up high beyond the clouds
The garden of smiles is found
Where all of our happy endings
Are lying on top of the ground

A place that's neither here nor there
For it's simply in between
A land that only a few will find
A place that's seldom seen

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a place where tears are banished
A land where hopes and dreams are grown
When all your cares have vanished

I write to find my inner peace
A place the world can't see
It's inbetween the wrong and right
The deepest part of me

I write to to find a little relief
To write my pain away
Life's too hard to hold it in
There's things I need to say

I write to find compassion
To calm my inner being
I write of things important to me
The things that you're not seeing

I write to tell a story of hope
To all who's lost their way
I write to turn the darkest night
Into the brightest day

I write for many reasons
But to tell you honestly
The truest reason I write each day
I write because of me

Does anyone know where pain comes from?
It's invisible, but easy to find
Is it buried down deep inside the heart?
Is it growing inside our mind?

Or maybe it has a mind of its own
Choosing which victim to touch
Never relenting or showing restraint
Not knowing the meaning, "Too Much!"

And though it comes in many forms
It will always feel the same
Reasons will come and reasons will go
Giving us no one to blame

Pain doesn't care if we're young or old
It's been known to last for years
Our bodies will fight with all of its might
Releasing the pain through our tears

No one knows where pain comes from
We all play the hand that we're dealt
It's written in poems and songs alike
And something that everyone's felt

Nothing will ever look the same
When you're told you're going to die
The things you took for granted
Will no longer pass you by

The flowers become more beautiful
'Cause you take the time to smell
And the things that went unnoticed
Now live to say farewell

The things you touch seem different
While marveling at the feel
You wonder why you have to die
To make things seem so real

The gentle winds that kiss your face
Now bring you to your knees
You never notice until it's too late
The joy that's in the breeze

The past becomes your future
Remembering your mistakes
You live each day to right the wrong
No matter what it takes

The hardest part is saying goodbye
To all the people you love
One more day is all you want
It's all you're thinking of

You're amazed by God's creation
While counting every breath
The world will never look the same
As you look through the eyes of death

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
They stay hidden so far out of sight
Spirits of the past keep haunting my mind
With invisible things I just can't fight

You say that you love me and I know it's true
For your smile doesn't give me a choice
But your eyes are the windows that tell on you
It comes from your heart's secret voice

I try to compete with the phantom of dreams
Someone that I've never met
At least when I'm with you that's how it seems
He's someone you can't forget

You always stare at some far away place
Some place I've never been
You're looking at me but seeing his face
I try, but I just can't get in

Sometimes secrets can be hard to find
The heart can wear a disguise
And though you've tried to leave him behind
I can still see him in your eyes

You sure had a way with the flowers
And knew how to make them grow
You said it's in the care you give
And in all the love you show

You would often talk to the roses
And sing to the morning glories
You gave them water to quench their thirst
And sometimes you read them stories

We buried you in an empty grave
Where flowers never grow
But when we laid you in the ground
You became the flower's soul

The roses sprang toward the sky
Inspired by all your love
As if to thank the Father
In the Heavens up above

You sure had a way with the flowers
And though you had to go
Your love will live forever
Where the flowers never grow

I lied when I said I didn't care
Before you walked away
And when I told you, "Don't come back"
I wanted you to stay

When I said I didn't love you
The pain was on your face
I said it wasn't meant to be
I said I needed space

I told you I didn't need you
You hung your head and cried
I want you to know it wasn't true
I'm sorry that I lied

You stole my heart the day we met
And you never gave it back
And all the good you have inside
Is all the good I lack

You've taken all I had to give
You left my heart a void
Between us both we can't turn back
Our love has been destroyed

You're better than me, you always were
And though this love was brief
I'll never forget the love we had
The liar and the thief

Have you ever heard a teardrop fall
As it scars a innocent face
Heartbreak cries with bloodshot eyes
As pain begins to race

A tear is full of emotion
Not the other way around
Tears are heard without a word
Though it doesn't make a sound

A tear is a broken promise
Or maybe it's a lie
A tear will fall for one and all
When love has said goodbye

A teardrop has a purpose
They call it liquid pain
Cleansing the soul each time they flow
Though it always leaves a stain

So listen to a teardrop
Though silent it may be
The sound you hear from a single tear
Will tell its history

He sits on the bench, day after day
Just to pass away the time
Feeding the pigeons his left over dinner
A man, well past his prime

He smiles and waves as people pass by
Like he's known them all of his life
A tragic story wrapped in loneliness
For one who's lost his wife

Thirty-eight years they were married
He's lost a piece of his heart
A woman who honered her wedding vows
Who promised, "Til death do us part"

He's not looking for companionship
For he will love her 'til the end
He wouldn't mind someone to talk to
Someone to call a friend

Time no longer has meaning
For it's just another day
So he sits on the bench, feeding the pigeons
Just to pass the time away

If tomorrow I should pass away,
What would my last thoughts be?
Would I think of all the harm I've caused,
Throughout my history?

Would my whole life flash before me,
Like they say when someone dies?
Would I think of all the dreams I missed,
That I couldn't realize?

Would I leave behind a thousand regrets?
Or things I should have done?
Would I think of all the plans I made,
That hadn't yet begun?

Would I wish for maybe one more day,
To right things that were wrong?
To put things in their proper place
Where proper things belong

If tomorrow I should pass away,
What would my mind review?
I'd think myself a lucky man
'Cause my thoughts would be of you

I listened to their horrible screams
As the teeth gnawed at their flesh
I couldn't see the predator's hand
But the smell of death was fresh

I wanted to run as I heard them cry
But my roots were buried too deep
It sounded like thunder as each one fell
But all I could do was weep

Each day they chased the shade away
The shadows had no where to hide
The knots in my stomach began to grow
My leaves grew brittle and dried

Then one day the screams drew silent
But nothing was ever the same
I waited for death to claim his reward
But somehow it never came

I looked through the leaves that covered my eyes
The only one left was me
There's no one to talk to, I'm all alone
I was the very last tree

Dear heartache, why must you hurt me so?
What must I do to end this pain, I beg you, let me go
You rip my soul to pieces, and steal my hopes and dreams
You've clouded my perception, for nothing's like it seems

Tomorrow holds no future, I'm a prisoner of the past
Cursed to live in darkness by the shadows that you cast
Your taste is in the food I eat that's salted with my tears
Your stain is on my pillow case that never disappears

Dear heartache, when will you set me free?
What have I done to cause this pain, why must you torment me?
I've written you this letter inquiring of your spite
But I finally know the answer, you're the reason why I write

She picks up a photograph
And cleans it with her dress
A smile, stolen from better times
Strewn among the mess

A coffee cup with a broken rim
An earring covered in gold
Tiny pieces of who they were
Memories, she can hold

The dream they called their loving home
Lay scattered upon the ground
Her joy becomes her agony
With every piece that's found

A mirror stands without a crack
Reflecting the morning sun
The twister chose to pass it by
Among the damage done

Her future ripped in tiny pieces
Her husband, now lay dead
A day before her birthday
Her wishes turn to dread

She finds the family bible
Its pages wet and torn
All alone she stumbles on,
In silence, begins to mourn

Another day has come and gone
For this lonely widowed wife
She tries to find her way back home
Through her tiny pieces of life

The little girl has never spoken
Not even a single word
Her voice since birth was broken
A sentence was never heard

She liked to watch the birds each day
As they played in the summer breeze
They'd always take her breath away
As she watched them in the trees

The mocking bird, her bird of choice
Would make her smile appear
She loved to hear his magical voice
Each time that he came near

And though her voice was far away
She'd whistle for his reply
She'd listen to the songs he'd play
Until he said goodbye

He made her feel like she could speak
A language they both understood
And though they used their own technique
They spoke every chance they could

A little girl and her mocking bird
Has quite the conversation
They talk all day without a word
Through the gift of imitation

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

Wrinkled an wilted its stem can't stand
I carried it where ever I went
The sun gave it strength and the rain gave it joy
Though its better days were already spent

Its beauty and grace were unmatched in its day
People couldn't help but stare
It held to my hand every where I'd go
There was nothing that we didn't share

All the other flowers couldn't get my attention
No matter how hard they tried
For my eyes were made to look at my rose
Rose is the name of my bride

I planted a rose in the garden today
Its petals were tired and worn
My beautiful rose has seen better days
But today it will cause me to mourn

The paper will always listen
To what a teardrop has to say
We write with tears to free the soul
As we wipe the stains away

Heartaches are filled with heavy words
Tears make our heartaches light
Whenever we feel the weight of the world
The tears begin to write

The paper will never judge us
No matter who we are
Its only purpose is to catch the tears
And heal our spirit's scar

Inside of every tear that falls
A broken heart is found
It must slowly stain the paper
Before it can make a sound

It's a necessary combination
These heartache souvenirs
A marriage made in heaven
The paper and the tears

I buried an angel on top of the hill
Under the magnolia tree
Her wings are long since silent
But she still means the world to me

The magnolia's flowers cover her grave
Decorated in majestic white
She said the scent was Heaven's perfume
And their smell was pure delight

I was married to this angel for forty-one years
Before Heaven called her away
I knew she had to leave this world
Even though I begged her to stay

I know that my loss is Heaven's gain
I guess they were one angel short
I know they wouldn't have taken her away
Unless it was their last resort

Sometimes when I start missing her
I can't wait 'til the magnolias bloom
We can sit and talk for hours
While smelling their sweet perfume

She said, "This is as close to Heaven
as anyone could ever be"
So I buried her on that hillside
Underneath the magnolia tree

It's not in the rhymes you make
That tells one who you are
It's not what you feel inside
No matter how bizzare

It's not in the story you tell
That makes the reader cry
It's not in all the mystery
That leaves them asking why

It's not in the joy you bring
That causes them to smile
Or all the fancy words you use
Or because they love your style

It's not the tales of forgotten love
That makes the reader weep
It's not the broken promises
That someone's pledged to keep

It's not in all the anger
That flows from the writer's pen
Or the feelings of betrayal
We sometimes feel within

It's not in our descriptions
That makes the reader soar
Or the feelings of bewilderment
As we leave them wanting more

It's not in all the broken hearts
That's written across the page
The hope of being famous
Or to make the world your stage

One definition cannot define
The gift that a poem brings
A poem is so much more than that
For it is all these things

My breath somehow forsakes me
It will not whisper your name
My heart says I'm unworthy
It cannot ignite this flame

My soul cries out for recognition
But my lips won't let me smile
Tempted by your heavenly beauty
But captive to denial

My dreams filled with your vision
I dare not close my eyes
Everytime you pass me by
Another piece of me dies

I am but a simple man
And you, a goddess of desire
A treasure meant to entice my soul
One I can't acquire

How much longer must I suffer
How long will my soul beseech
Alas, I turn and walk away
For you're simply out of reach

I wanted to write you a love poem
But there's nothing I haven't said
The words of love have all been used
So I'll talk about us instead

I was nothing until you came along
And showed me what love was about
You planted the seeds of passion
Where loneliness used to sprout

I never noticed the lover's moon
Until I saw it in your eyes
You even stole the star's reflection
That lights the darkest skies

I used to dread the coming rain
'Til we danced to the beat of its drops
You'd hold me close, all night long
'Til nature's music stops

I wanted to write you a love poem
Before they lay you in the ground
I tried my best to say goodbye
But I couldn't make a sound

My granny was only twelve years old
When she got her first tattoo
She was kind of a rebellious child
Back in nineteen twenty-two

She hid that thing for a little while
'Til her daddy finally got wise
He took that girl to the woodshed
With ****** in both of his eyes

He asked that girl, "What did you do,
Don't you know that's gotta be a sin?"
"Now look what you've done to your body,
Has your mama seen your skin?"

Now my granny was a stubborn child
She didn't listen to a word he said
She didn't hide the one she already had
But she got three more instead

Now as my granny got older, so did her skin
And her ink was droopy and sad
You'd think that woman would feel remorse
But I think she was almost glad

Now the art sunk down to her elbows
As it wobbled to and fro
The butterfly tats would take to flight
Everywhere Granny would go

Now another tat was a bloodshot eye
But now it was always winking
On the other arm was a battleship
But of course that thing was sinking

Well that's the story of my granny's art
She lived to be a hundred and two
The day she died it said "Rest in peace"
Not the gravestone, her last tattoo

When poets bleed they fill their quills
And write their words in red
The letters scream each time they're made
In the hope of being read

The page becomes a sounding board
A mirror to the soul
A reflection meant to bring them peace
To comfort or console

They choose their words so carefully
Not wasting a drop of blood
Writing words that lift them up
As tears begin to flood

They'll write with true conviction
Each time they start to weep
They write sometimes to clear their minds
Before they get to sleep

When poets bleed a word is born
Trying to appease their need
Shining a light to the whole wide world
And all who want to read

You said to stop and smell the roses
Each time you pass them by
Don't be in such a hurry
For even roses have to die

A fragrance like no other
A smell your senses consume
A drop of love from up above
A little of Heaven's perfume

It's the flower of perfection
That its stem so gently adorns
Its petals hold such beauty
That they're guarded by its thorns

You said to stop and smell the roses
And for twenty years I've tried
I'm no longer in a hurry
Without you by my side

The roses are a part of me
Knowing the joy they gave
So I stop and smell the roses
As I place them on your grave

I wonder is Poe could have known
That his pain would bring him fame?
His words would become his legacy
So the world would know his name

Then there's "Romeo and Juliet"
A Shakespeare contribution
This was written centuries ago
But it's still in distribution

And what about this man named Frost
Known for "A Road Not Taken"
Did he know the fire he'd light inside?
Or the hunger that he'd awaken?

Then there's a man named Whitman
Known for "Song of Myself"
Did he know that these words he quietly penned,
Would be a treasure on someone's shelf?

And Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Said, "Let Me Count the Ways"
Did she understand these magical words,
Would bring her so much praise?

I'm sure they'd love to see this day
For it would bring them much delight
They are the heart of our inspiration
And the reason why we write

A prism stains the sands of time
Where rainbows fear to go
While shining light on better days
Forgiveness starts to show

A new beginning starts to rise
To bury past mistakes
As one year passes in the night
A new one always wakes

Looking back while moving on
We see where we have been
We can't undo what we have done
But we're sorry for our sin

One day older but none the wiser
We cross the great unknown
We take the path that fate demands
To see what life has sown

A brand new world of hopes and dreams
Will meet the coming dawn
And one more year will start anew
For another has come and gone

All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put our love back together again
You've broken the trust that acts as the glue
There's nothing to fix between me and you

The words that we used are now said in vain
The memories we grew are reminders of pain
The smiles that we shared are lost to the past
The promises we made, destined not to last

Our love has been banished because of your lies
Your repeated transgressions have broken all ties
"I'm sorry" to me is but a very old song
That tells of the things that always went wrong

A knight I was not, I made no such claim
I promised no fortune, I promised no fame
I promised no castle that stood on a hill
But yet you promised your love to me still

'Twas a dragon called lust that tore us apart
His flame of desire has captured your heart
And all the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put our love back together again

Where the little ones dwell that's lost in the night
Be sure of your journey, beware of your plight
When love has failed you and all seems lost
The path that you choose will come with a cost

The choices you make are yours to keep
Mired in frustration, you're buried too deep
Escaping the past was your only plan
Running away from where it began

The hurt seems to follow where ever you run
Nothing can change the things that's been done
Forced to grow up before you were grown
Abandoned by love, you're now on your own

The dreams that you take move further away
They have to be earned and you'll have to pay
Though life is a gift, freedom has a cost
In finding yourself sometimes you get lost

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst
She died in the night while she slept
Everything was burned the very next morning
Except for the feather that he kept

The feather was found on the bed where she lay
Lost from her down pillow's tear
They told him the feather had come from a goose
But he knew that an angel was there

He carried that feather all through the town
Showing it to anyone who'd look
He'd tell them the story about the angel who came
And his wife was the one that they took

Again, they told him that it came from a goose
But it was something he wouldn't believe
So they finally decided they'd leave him alone
For they thought that he needed to grieve

He carried that feather for the rest of his life
'Til one day they found the man dead
He died in his sleep with the feather in his hand
With another one found on his bed

What spirit is this that steals my sleep
And haunts me from the past?
'Tis a phantom of a tragedy
That her mournful shadow casts

A restless soul that invades my dreams
While walking to and fro
She bids that I should come to her
And be her Romeo

She wanders through my bedroom door
When I am fast asleep
Awakened by her cries for help
As I listen to her weep

This ghost I fear has evil intent
Though I cannot see her face
She casts her spell upon my heart
And will not leave this place

I cannot be her Romeo
For he sleeps in days done spent
I dare not go where she wants me to,
Where he's already went

This apparition calls to me
As I try to resist her voice
Alas, I feel I'm growing weaker
And soon I'll have no choice

Though she beckons me to go with her
I dare not surrender yet
I'm cursed to be a tortured soul
By the ghost of Juliet

They said we were as different
As the night is from the day
They said you were the purebred
And I was just the stray

They said we'd never make it
Though opposites attract
For all that you held dearly
Were all the things I lacked

They said you were a princess
But I could never be a prince
Who'd I think that I was fooling,
Who'd I think that I'd convince?

They said that you were the story
And I was just pretending
I was just the sad song
And you the happy ending

But then they didn't know
That we were Heaven chose
For if the petals have no thorns
There couldn't be a rose

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a land where dreams are grown
Where the seeds of hope are planted
And the wishes in life are sown

It's guarded by children's laughter
Where nightmares are cast aside
A place where darkness fades away
And the sun refuses to hide

Where way up high beyond the clouds
The garden of smiles is found
Where all of our happy endings
Are lying on top of the ground

A place that's neither here nor there
For it's simply in between
A land that only a few will find
A place that's seldom seen

Beyond the mountain's whisper
Is a place where tears are banished
A land where hopes and dreams are grown
When all your cares have vanished

A poem can be a heartbeat
Or just a simple smile
Meant to mend a broken soul
That's smothered with denial

It can be about forgiveness
Words your lips can't speak
"I'm sorry" written on paper
That solace that you seek

It can be about the sunshine
Or the tears that's in the rain
Maybe a long lost memory
That fills your heart with pain

It can be about relationships
Written with your pain
Built on broken promises
With the lies that now remain

A poem can tell us who we are
Or who we used to be
But most of all a poem is written
To set our emotions free

My passion sits beneath a stone
A place where I can't go
For death has come to half of me
With one half dying slow

How cruel is death to take my heart?
But yet it lets me breathe
It came between the two of us
And it will not let me leave

Half of me has forsaken life
It lays out in a field
The other half will not let go
It simply will not yield

I pray for death to come my way
Each day on her behalf
But death can't see how much I miss
My beloved second half?

My passion sits beneath a stone
Where one day I will be
I can't be whole until I'm back
With the other half of me

Every teardrop tells a story
As its running down our cheek
The sound it makes cannot be heard
For its voice is much too weak

Listen to a teardrop fall
But listen with your soul
The silent screams of broken hearts
Is a sound you can't console

Teardrops are a language
That's spoken from the heart
An endless stream of liquid pain
That hurts right from the start

Tears are often misunderstood
As a cleansing of the soul
But they leave scars that go unseen
When the pain begins to flow

Tears are filled with part of us
A part we try to hide
They can come from many places
To show what's hidden inside

Every teardrop tells a story
That most will never hear
For they don't understand the language
That's spoken by a tear