It's when the tears dry up,
when the arms are no longer
feeling the loss, when unkissed
the days end that sorrow becomes
memory only and the flat back
of yesterday loses color.

Try harder to replace the moments
strangely forgotten, to remember
the trust, to relive.  Wrapped in memories that once slayed
the dragons of doubt only to
find the pieces of a life unloved
after all in simple shards incapable
of stinging that the ends of
believing are achieved.

This ceases to be a cause for
fear, this lost labor at last
unexpected but tired with
unstrain and blurred with
yesterday's tears.

To lose is always a shock.
To cease to be moved
is a thud in the soul of time.


Caroline Shank

I woke up this morning, not ready
My room all messy just like my heart
And I'm always being labelled as "lazy" for not cleaning it

I'm that type of girl that would stay indoors
While my peers are out shopping
I love cooking but the kitchen never loved me
I lock myself in my room and chain my ears down with music
Because its my only venue of escape

I write it to heal my pain
To express my sorrow
Distress and unstrain

I jogg to run away from my problems
And at times I bottle my feelings
I burst in tears
Not because I'm weak
But because
I don't wanna have anyone's neck stuck between my palms

Lastly I don't believe in pure love
Because if then it was true
The world would be a better place to be