Two strangers meet and fall in love
The way it's meant to be
Their love is pure and meant to last
As anyone can see

They start a family like lovers do
Two kids and brand new house
They fight the world to make it better
This husband and his spouse

They both attend the PTA
Their football games and such
They always do the best they can
But soon it becomes too much

The world keeps getting heavier
And they start to grow apart
Then distance sets up residence
Inside the lover's hearts

Then inside an empty courtroom
Custody becomes complete
Now on every other weekend
Is where two strangers meet

******* holds tight my heart
Benign, it will not grow
Held captive by my endless need
The scars begin to show

Your whispers try to warm my soul
But your voice is filled with lies
Your kisses tell my heart the truth
A truth my heart denies

Borrowed dreams have passed away
They were not mine to keep
A thousand times I've tried to leave
But I think I'm in too deep

It's me I think that went astray
With this picture that I've painted
I'm sorry love turned out this way
A love I somehow tainted

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

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

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

She got it a week before Christmas
Like every year before
A card written by her husband's hand
Who wasn't alive anymore

The card would wish her Christmas cheer
And told her of his love
He died in a accident on Christmas Eve
But it was her he's thinking of

For twenty-six years the cards would come
That's how long they were husband and wife
She never questioned why the the cards would come
They were written by the love of her life

He would write her a card for every year
And secretly tuck them aside
He gave a card to each of his friends
To mail long after he'd died

For twenty-six years the cards would come
Until she would pass away
They buried her beside her husband
With her cards on Christmas day

It happened 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

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

At three in the morning she turns on the light
While clutching her teddy bear
She runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing she's safe in there

Her pillow is tucked beneath her arm
As she silently starts to weep
She whispers to Teddy, she'll keep him from harm
A promise, she can't possibly keep

Night after night for sixteen years
Her closet becomes her bed
Her nightmare comes true, it brings her to tears
As she finds her poor mother dead

She's all grown up with a son of her own
Married to the love of her life
But bound to repeat the seeds that were sown
She becomes the next battered wife

At three in the morning he turns on the light
While clutching his teddy bear
He runs to the closet as they start to fight
Knowing he's safe in there.

Little by little I fall through the cracks
With no one to help me get out
I'm truly mundane alone in my pain
With no one to hear when I shout

A shadow's shadow an illusion at best
A memory that fades like the breeze
Hidden from view that nobody knew
I'm nothing that nobody sees

They gave me a name that they never use
I don't even know who I am
They made me this way I'm sorry to say
They've proven they don't give a ****

When I look in the mirror the reflection is gone
I can't even describe all my pain
My body survives my heartache still thrives
But my spirit is only a stain

Little by little I fall through the cracks
And I'm starting to disappear
For it won't be too long before I am gone
Just like I was not even here

Little by little I fall through the cracks
With no one to help me get out
I'm truly mundane alone in my pain
With no one to hear when I shout

A shadow's shadow an illusion at best
A memory that fades like the breeze
Hidden from view that nobody knew
I'm nothing that nobody sees

They gave me a name that they never use
I don't even know who I am
They made me this way I'm sorry to say
They've proven they don't give a ****

When I look in the mirror the reflection is gone
I can't even describe all my pain
My body survives my heartache still thrives
But my spirit is only a stain

Little by little I fall through the cracks
And I'm starting to disappear
For it won't be too long before I am gone
Just like I wasn't even here

My wife's been whining for some time now
Wanting me to take her on a cruise
Now we've been married for twenty-five years
So she wasn't gonna let me refuse

So we packed up our bags and off we went
Kinda like a second honeymoon
I said, "Fix us some sandwiches to eat on the way"
Then I told her we'd be there soon

She said, "Where are we going Hawaii or Bahamas?"
I said, "This place is better than that"
We stopped at a place that said, "Paddle Boats Here"
I said, "We're here, now don't forget your hat"

Well, now needless to say, I did something wrong
'Cause my wife started throwing such a fit
We went around circles for at least twenty minutes
'Cause everytime I'd paddle, she'd quit

Now I wasn't gonna pay for no life perservers
My bicycle tubes worked fine
My wife had that tube wrapped around her neck
And both of her hands around mine

Well, to make a long story short, she'll never forget
That time I took her on a cruise
And everytime I even try to forget it
I remember that horrible bruise

She would see it in the window
Each morning as she'd pass
The sun would make it come to life
This doll that was made of glass

Her eyes as blue as the deep blue sea
She was truly a vision of grace
Her mother marveled at her magnificent smile
Each time that they passed that place

This princess made of crystal
So fragile, yet so strong
Could somehow take her pain away
That she'd suffered for so long

Stricken with cancer at five years old
The chemo would come too late
There was nothing else anyone could do
To change this little girl's fate

They bought that crystal princess
And placed it by her bed
But two weeks later as the sun came up
They found the little girl dead

They put that doll made of glass
On the tombstone where she lies
And in the spring each time it rains
The crystal princess cries

If I could erase the mistakes I've made
You would be at the top of my list
I'd erase all the tears I made you cry
And all of the years we missed

I'd erase all the scars I ever caused
And the hurt you carried inside
I'd erase all the times I said "I cared"
But I knew in my heart I lied

I'd erase all the memories that turned out sad
The memories you couldn't forget
I'd erase all the years you waisted on me
The years you learned to regret

I'd erase all the kisses you couldn't take back
And the smiles you threw away
I'd erase all the times that I said I was sorry
I didn't mean them anyway

But for you to forget all the things that I've done
It's really quite easy to see
The only thing left for me to erase
Is nothing more than me

There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance

Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near

For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd

They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance

They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell

Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairie's voices are frozen
'Til next time the fairies sing

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

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

I'll hold your hand and keep you close
It's something I love to do
I come alive and forget to breathe
Whenever I'm touching you

Your perfume wakes the morning sun
The envious flowers as well
For their fragrance is always second best
When the breeze picks up your smell

The food of the gods has been retired
Their ambrosia has been replaced
Your lips are now their prized possession
For there's nothing like their taste

Each time you speak the angels will come
They listen as they draw near
For they've never heard a voice so pure
And each one has to hear

God made the sun, the moon and the stars
To keep you in the light
The world couldn't miss this treasure He made
For you're His most beautiful sight

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
I tend the flowers every sunday
Making sure they keep

You aways took care of the roses
Now they're taking care of you
Your grave is covered by dozens
Though I only planted a few

Rain or shine your flowers grow
While others don't survive
The way they did in your garden
Back when you were alive

Some people call it a miracle
As they come to watch them grow
But I know you feed the flowers
With the love that's in your soul

I carved the stone with my own hands
To watch you as you sleep
But when it rains it almost seems
The flowers begin to weep

The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday
Pressed between the pages
So they couldn't fade away

Grandma would read us stories
From her bible every night
But she'd stop to smell the roses
That the pages held so tight

She'd always smile and close her eyes
As she traced the petal's form
Her mind would drift to things long passed
As her broken heart would warm

She'd tell us of a oak tree
Where Grandpa carved her name
The place where they got married
Where two hearts beat the same

He gave her on their wedding day
This rose she loves to touch
It takes her back to yesterday
To a man she loved so much

The day that Grandma passed away
And we laid her in the grave
We buried her with that bible
And the flowers that Grandpa gave

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

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

Here's a story about a gang of grannies
Who knocked over a ***** hose store
They were nothing without their support hose
And they just couldn't take it anymore

Late one night at an old folks home
A few grannies were hatching a plan
Their varicose veins were getting in their way
Of catching themselves a man

So they decided enough was enough
And they'd reclaim their feminine wiles
And there happened to be a ***** hose store
Down the road just a couple of miles

Now if they got caught what would it matter?
'Cause it was a very small price to pay
And even if they gave them life in prison
Well that was probably just one more day

Now the leader of the gang was ninety years old
'Cause she had done this once before
She'd served a little time in granny prison
For robbing a false teeth store

Now their purses were their weapon of choice
Cause that's something they knew how to use
And if you've ever been hit by a granny purse
Then you know it can leave a bruise

Anyway, off they went to claim their prize
For it was much too late to turn back
Dressed in only their housecoats and slippers
Their purses and a burlap sack

To make a long story short they pulled it off
Just in time for the old folks dance
And you better believe those grannies looked sharp
In support hose and pink hot pants

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

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going through
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

I've never seen the rain so clear
As I do when it floods her eyes
I feel the pain she's going through
Each time my little girl cries

How do I tell her that she's dying,
That her hero can't save the day?
Some kind of hero I turned out to be
I can't even say "It's okay"

Death is something she don't understand
I don't think anybody really does
She keeps asking me, "Will it be over soon?",
And, "I want it to be like it was"

What do I tell her when she asks me this?
I just hold her hand and smile
I say, "Don't worry sunshine, I know it hurts,
It will all be over in a while"

There's nothing worse than losing a child
It will tear your world apart
She says, "Thank you daddy, for being the hero,
That I carry inside of my heart"

As she utters those final words of love
She quietly closes her eyes
I gently kiss her on top of her head
As a piece of her hero dies

Long ago, before words were known
Sound simply didn't exist
A smile was the only thing needed
Or a tear, if someone were missed

Love was then, the language of choice
A silent show of affection
Until that day when sound was invented
The heartbreaking cry of rejection

A teardrop had finally found its voice
The silence was broken in two
A broken heart had finally spoken
And the people knew not what to do

No words of comfort could pass their lips
For words were yet to be known
So the sound of heartbreak spread like cancer
For those, who would suffer alone

Words would one day come to fruition
And comfort would finally be found
But the silence was silenced forever more
Because the invention of sound

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

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

You're as beautiful as the day I met you
And it will always be that way
I said that I would always love you
And that still stands true today

You're the best mother a child ever had
And you're also the worlds greatest wife
You're the woman of a thousands dreams
That I've searched for all of my life

You always knew how to make me smile
Whenever I was feeling down
There was something in your magical voice
That would melt away my frown

I wanted to put you on a pedistal
But you said it was way too high
You said you didn't deserve it
But I never quite understood why

You're the reason that God made the sunshine
To compete with your beautiful smile
But you never thought you were special
For that was just never your style

We've made memories to last us a lifetime
And I promise to never forget
I've made you a million promises
And I haven't broken one yet

I come here today to say goodbye
And to give you one last kiss
I want you to know as they lower you down
How much you're gonna be missed

I found a place where love can't go
The silence is heard for miles
A place where dreams will never grow
In the land of broken smiles

A land where love has been replaced
With lots of empty things
The only sound that's been embraced
Is the sound a heartache brings

A land with echoes far and wide
A lonely and hollow sound
A barren place where hope has died
With smiles all over the ground

A land where trust is just a myth
A place where lies have grown
Where scars are built to justify with
For that's all I've ever known

Happy endings are cast aside
And stacked in tiny piles
The only place where love's denied
In the land of broken smiles

I planted the world's last flower
In the garden by the brook
Its beauty took my breath away
It only took one look

It's as precious as the finest gold
And jewels cannot compare
Nothing is quite as beautiful
As the flower I planted there

Its smell is like no other smell
That I have ever known
It's got to be God's pride and joy
The best He's ever sown

I covered this flower so carefully
As I placed it in the dirt
The tears I cried has quenched its thirst
But for me it only hurt

I planted the world's last flower
Under skies of purest blue
It was hard for me to walk away
For the world's last flower was you

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

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

My wife asked me to do the shopping
Then handed me a grocery list
It wasn't very big just some household stuff
And some other things that she had missed

"Piece of cake," I told my wife
And out the door I went
She yelled, "Don't forget to get a receipt,
So I can see how much you spent"

I got to the market and headed for the milk
It wasn't on the list per se
But being the man who knew what he wanted
I thought I'd get it anyway

Then I strolled on over to the frozen meat
And pick up some T-bone steaks
Again, it wasn't really on the grocery list
Just another one of her mistakes

I had to get some snacks for the football game
Cause a man can't have enough
I didn't check the list to see if it was there
'Cause I was busy doing other stuff

Before I knew it, the buggy was full
Okay, maybe there were three
But look at all this stuff I got
She'll be so proud of me

Nine hundred dollars and fifteen cents
And my wife got her ******* in a twist
I spent a whole months budget in twenty-five minutes
And didn't buy a thing from the list

I tell him what you want me to
Cause I've always been your friend
But can't you see it hurts me so?
And soon it has to end

Sometimes I feel invisible
When you tell me of your love
But it's not me who has your heart
It's him you're speaking of

I give him all your messages
When you've sealed it with a kiss
I tell him of your loneliness
But pretend it's me you miss

My heart's forever breaking
Each time I see you smile
Even though it belongs to him
I live in blind denial

He treats you like you don't exist
But you could be my queen
I'm the one you're lookin for
I'm standing in between

How much longer can this last?
I'm doing the best I can
I'm tired of him feeling your love
And I'm the middle man

When words are lost against their will
A search party will insue
The poet will look for just the right word
For nothing else will do

Sometimes he'll look for days on end
While conspiring with his muse
But no matter how hard the poet looks
There's nothing else he can use

The other words stand so tall and proud
Hoping to fill his space
But the poet keeps looking both day and night
With determination all over his face

The letters paitently wait their turn
To fill the poet's quill
But until he finds that special word
None of them ever will

And just when he's almost given up
A whisper from his muse makes him smile
He found the word that he couldn't find
Although it took him a while

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 saw a poet the other day
Just sitting with his muse
He said he's getting too old to write
So he gave her to me to use

She was filled with inspiration
But mostly filled with tears
She missed the poet she used to inspire
She was his for sixty-five years

I tried to write a poem that day
But the words came out all wrong
My muse was always distracted
She'd been with him so long

Again, I passed my poet friend
Just sitting on the street
He looked like he lost the love of his life
He was tired and wouldn't eat

I told him I couldn't use his muse
She was his to do as he will
That old man began to smile
As he dusted off his quill

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

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 borrowed your old picture
I just couldn't help myself
I picked you up and dusted you off
From high upon my shelf

I told you how much I miss you
I know you had to leave
While talking to your photograph
A memory finds my sleeve

Your eyes still hold me hostage
The way they used to do
And I still see a little of me
Each time I look at you

We couldn't have known forever
Would only mean ten years
Another memory finds my sleeve
Then slowly disappears

I never got to say goodbye
Before you went away
My heart's become the picture frame
Where you will always stay

Well I wrote a poem about my wife
But she said, "If you post it you die"
I said, "Don't worry babe you can count on me"
But she should have known that I lie

She had this pimple on the tip of her nose
And I couldn't help but stare
She thought I was listening to her every word
'Cause she didn't know it was there

Now that monster had me hypnotized
I even forgot how to blink
It looked at me with those come hither eyes
And I swear I saw it wink

Well that night we went out to dinner
To an all you can eat buffet
Before we left she said, "How do I look?"
But I didn't know what to say

Now the waiter was truly mesmerized
And my wife still none the wiser
She thought it was rude when he asked her politely
"Would you nose like an appetizer?

She excused herself to powder her nose
At least that's what she said
But when she got back, she had fire in her eyes
And said, "When we get home you're dead"

Well that pimple finally faded away
But my wife won't let me forget
I think she knows that I posted this poem
'Cause she's still not over it yet

Silence calms the evening breeze
The flowers all standing tall
The mountains tower above the trees
Making them all look small

A mountain lake reflects the sky
The clouds all wiped away
A place where time itself must sigh
For it's such a beautiful day

Untouched by man, it's plain to see
Corruption no where in sight
The way the land was meant to be
Surrounded by the light

Places like this are a special kind
It's beauty can be seen for miles
No wonder it's so impossible to find
For this is the place God smiles

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

She writes the words so carefully
Making sure they rhyme
Her poem is simply a work of art
She patiently takes her time

She tells the story of a dragon
And how his wings unfurled
A magical place beyond the clouds
In some far and distant world

She writes about the dragon's heart
And the place from whence he came
She writes about his breath of fire
And the power of his mighty flame

She pauses a moment, to gather her thoughts
As inspiration guides her hand
She writes about a golden lake
In this forsaken fairytale land

A land that's filled with shadows
With danger around every turn
Her dragon seeks his victims out
With another village to burn

Then she writes her hero's entrance
A knight with a golden lance
He enters on his stallion of white
For he is their only chance

Her dragon attacks with a vengance
To deliver her knight his pain
But his lance had flown straight and true
And the poet's dragon was slain

She smiles as she turns the page
And basks in her dragon's defeat
Her work of art now sealed with a kiss
Is one she hopes to repeat

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

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 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

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind

Every year when her birthday came
I gave her a purple rose
But when she died I couldn't find
The flower she always chose

I looked the earth both high and low
But the rose was no where in sight
They said the flower had disappeared
Stricken with some kind of blight

The first time I went to visit her grave
With flowers in my hand
I saw a sight that I'll never forget
Something I don't understand

Her grave was covered with roses
Growing right out of the ground
The only place on the face of the earth
Where purple roses are found

She always loved the purple rose
The hardest rose to find
I said they were always just like her
Truly one of a kind