I have crossed over a river or two

I have crossed over a river or two,

And once athwart the ocean blue.

A pair of tracks for a train to ride,

Roads that dashed lines do divide.

But over time I held much inside.

A friend crossed my path one day,

But never did return to my dismay.

My heart was crossed by a few chaps,

Yet soon their coming began to relapse.

They were lost along the path, perhaps.

A newborn strength was possessed,

As no distress was seen expressed.

For to my heart did I adhere,

And it would never be unclear.

Yet I hurt more than I appeared.

I crossed over a river or two,

Wishing to sink and bid adieu.

Athwart the ocean blue I went,

And my survival did I lament.

Of cars and trains I had crossed

I hoped the brakes would exhaust.

In spite of that, I fear the depths of demise

So do not fret; one day the sun will arise.

‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age

‘Tis true I had a dalliance with a man but twice below my age.

His demure façade followed a ferrous object’s unfolding flight

And magnetized me with a field of charges so abiding, so strong.

That day I carelessly sat in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota

When the discordant crunch of leaves outside clattered within my ears.

‘Twas then that I peered through the frostbitten window and felt his force.

My mind dissipated and my heart was lost within his comely stature.

Inside I knew this desire was immoral for he was in a state of efflorescence:

His face held the rosy cheeks of a child; his eyes gleamed with innocence.

I stealthily slipped across the room and to the door to take a closer look.

His halcyon smile glimmered through the dimness of the winter evening.

It too glimmered through the dimness of the lonely world in which we stood.

I walked outside and made my first and sole blunder that forever remains in regret.

Beside the path we sat on stones withered down by much time and disaster,

And without thought I turned to him and foolishly professed for him my love.

But more foolishly than this, and that which I regret, was my abrupt escape.

I fled from the stones on which we sat upon the path and away from him.

I ran inside and closed my eyes and I cried and cried and cried!

I feared I’d forever change once I professed all my heart held inside.

Now I sit in my quaint bungalow just south of North Dakota and hide.

Hello, World

Hello, World,
What can I do ya for?
Ya hungry?
I see you've got little in your core.
Ya broke?
Don't worry, I help the poor
Regardless of any reward.
Are you all right?
You're looking mighty sore.
Your green and blue figure isn't so bright anymore.
Your skin is grey furthermore.
Your heart is cold.
Should I tell you more?
Well your heart is cold, but so is mine.
It's shaking and shivering inside.
But mine lacks hope
While yours needs more.
You need some peace and love in your core.
Stop fighting so; forget the war.

Believe what I say: salvage thy soul

Believe what I say: salvage thy soul

For there is not much for us to hold

Nor is there much that will hold us

From the ledge on which we stand.

With hands we grasp onto the ledge.

We hope one will salvage us from the depths below.

But we reject to know that they will never come.

You must believe what I say.

Stay distant from the perilous ledge

And salvage thy soul from the cold

‘Cause no one will save you

There’s no one to hold.

Open my heart

Open my heart

And steal all that’s inside.

Open it,

Open it!

And find what’s inside.

Find that it’s empty

With nothing to hold.

Find that it’s cold….

But no it’s not cold!

It’s solely alone

And has nothing to hold.

The major rage of thunder

The major rage of thunder

Trembles in the pink

Wrinkles of my mind.

And my head shakes

And it shakes

As the sunshine

Puts up its white flag.

It surrenders

And it surrenders

To the lightning shocks

For the pink wrinkles

Can only hold so much.

And they hold it all in

Until they break down,

Relinquish their strength.

And the rain falls

And the rain pours

And soon the sunshine

Can’t break through

The clouds anymore.

I’d like to say that you are me

I’d like to say that you are me

That little girl in the past

But if that was I back then

I would not let time fly fast

That little girl in the past

With a smile so carefree

I would not let time fly so fast

If that angel were truly me

With a smile so carefree

She giggled and enjoyed each day

If that angel were truly me

I wouldn’t have let that smile fade away

She giggled and enjoyed each day

Why, there’s no way that is me

For if that angel were truly me

My mind would be free

Why, there’s no way that is me

As I'm enveloped by anxiety

My mind would be free

If only that were me

I’m enveloped by anxiety

Oh, how I wish I could be free

If only that were me

I’d never, ever let go of me

Oh, how I wish I could be free

I’d never, ever let go of me

Cinquains

Angel,

If I could be

I would be anything

And I’d surely do everything

For you.

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Forget

Those memories

Of when you were gloomy

And remember the times of joy

Today.

Life takes us on a mystifying course

Life takes us on a mystifying course

To teach that kindness is truly the source

Of graciousness and joy and peace

And that malice needs to join the deceased.

Why have you been hiding?

Why have you been hiding?

Are you alone, too?

Then you and I can fight the world.

No longer will concealing do.

I rather be who I am.

How hapless to be like them!

They only pish and posh.

Their ways I do condemn.

I’m here for you and you for me,

So do not give up on this life.

The going is becoming rough,

But there is a world beyond this strife.

How can someone be so full of malice?

How can someone be so full of malice?

I loathe thee cruel words and thee horrid ways.

You do not listen as you are callous.

My fragile heart doth break on countless days.

Your vanity is one trait I deplore.

I despise your disheveled, crimson hair.

My breaking heart lies open on the floor.

After all this spite, I may die. I swear.

Under the bright stars and the murky sky,

Tears engulf me and drown me and tumble.

To you, I am benign. I wonder why.

Sometimes I do wish to be less humble.

But since I love and adore you, my friend,

Losing you would bring sorrow with no end.

Perchance it was not only my blunder

Perchance it was not only my blunder

Perhaps both you and I caused all the strife

Though I oft blamed myself for the thunder

Perchance it was not only my blunder

That you left my heart torn asunder

As you swiftly disappeared from my life

Perchance it was not only my blunder

Perhaps both you and I caused all the strife

The epitome of emptiness

The epitome

Of emptiness is this Earth

Where Carelessness is the queen;

Here is the nation

Of true apathy and spite

Where Voracity is king

With a forlorn soul and a contrite sigh

With a forlorn soul and a contrite sigh,

Without you and your love I can solely cry.

Joy entered my life the day I met thee.

Angel, you liberate me.

Since your departure, I can no longer laugh.

And my fragile heart has shattered in half.

I must hide from the world; so sullen I shall be

Angel, you liberate me.

Others do not value whom I am inside

For by their regulations I do not abide.

But thou dost my entire integrity see.

Angel, you liberate me.

A lonely feeling has returned to dwell.

It is time to revert to my shell.

For now, I only have one plea:

Angel, come back and liberate me.

I close my eyes and I am forced to see

I close my eyes and I am forced to see

More than the iris views without its sheet.

I’m blind to all but the rushing Red Sea,

Yet your face lies in my deep reverie.

With open eyes, I see an empty chair,

Two coffee cups when all I need is one.

Your gentle voice still fills the silent air,

A sweet sound lasting until Kingdom come.

I close my eyes and I am forced to see

The great arrival of a loved, lost mirth

That frees the heart from endless misery

As my mind’s eye creates divine rebirth.

Though your chair sits empty evermore,

Forever will your love lay in my core.

My mother broke every dish in the house that day.

My mother broke every dish in the house that day.

Everything was left in disarray.

Minuscule pieces from the pots and pans lay

On the floor only because I did not obey.

No, on that day, I did not obey.

The queen of the house, I did betray.

But she broke more than the dishes that day.

My mother broke my pottery piece that day.

The one she made for me out of clay.

Inscribed on top was the casual cliché

“Be mine on this Valentine’s Day.”

But on that day, I did not obey.

The queen of the house, I did betray.

Yet, she broke more than my pottery that day.

My mother broke my wrist that day,

As I tried to make my getaway.

I could not escape her cruel, foul play

When she found out that I did not obey.

Yes, on that day, I did not obey.

The queen of the house, I did betray.

But she broke more than my wrist that day.

My mother broke my heart that day

As if she were a lion chasing after her prey

She seized me, bruised me, and pushed me away

She said she never loved me a single day.

Yes, on that day, I did not obey.

The queen of the house, I did betray.

As soon as she left, I decided to pray

For someone to save me from that day.

Shall I do unto myself that which was done to you?

Shall I do unto myself that which was done to you?

For I have deemed it rather brave of me to do so.

Or shall I slice the very hand that performed such indecency?

It is up to you, my good friend that I’ve loved so well.

It is up to you to decide what shall be done.

There is no living with this spiteful soul free to roam,

So it is either he or I that must go; it is up to you.

I say it is you that must be the executioner

For it is you who hath been executed against His will,

Or was it His will that sent you to heaven’s gate?

No, no it was not your time to join the angels above.

Rather it was a malicious act taken by a malicious man,

Who hath no privilege to be still standing fearlessly.

And though you would not take such an act of selflessness

As I pluckily prepare to take for you, if that be your wish,

I do it because in life there is but one chance to withdraw

Your own guilt for past blunders—I must take this chance,

For if I help you and do what you choose, my friend,

My regrets no longer will haunt my thoughts and dreams

For I will know that I did at minimum one right deed,

A deed for one who hath always been there for me.

Now, it has reached that hour; it’s time for your pronouncement.

Shall it be he or I that must go; I ought to know.

And if there be no verdict, I’ll have to choose myself to kill

For the slaughter of someone shall only prove the untrue:

That forcing death upon another is acceptable to do.

Do not give up on the search for light.

Do not give up on the search for light.

The darkness will soon fade away.

You may feel blind, but you will find sight.

Tears tumble with the solitude of night,

Yet others too shed these tears, and they

Do not give up on the search for light.

Now your heart and mind must reunite.

Although dark faces may lead you astray,

You may feel blind, but you will find sight.

The hour has arrived for liberating flight,

The final escape from past, gone days.

Do not give up on the search for light.

And still you feel confined by the might

Of all the moments forlorn and gray.

You may feel blind, but you will find sight.

I know you say sorrow holds you tight,

But love and felicity will find a way!

So do not give up on the search for light!

You may feel blind, but you will find sight!

Though advised to depict a piece of art

Though advised to depict a piece of art
Of sublime and ethereal beautiy,
I chose to compose a piece on you
For 'tis true that thy rare perfection
Make thee lovelier than any piece
Of an artist's devout collection.

Gently gliding from side to side,
The brush kisses the canvas' cheek.
With each stroke, sweet serenity,
Yet no stroke dares to compare
To your charm and tranquility,
Despite the artist's prayers.

Amid such serenity come disaster,
As the brush glides faster and faster.
Darkness falls among the shadows.
With each stroke, misery follows.
Yet you clear that penumbra from view.
Like the sun, your rays of light exude.

Although art is beautiful, I cannot lie.
No art scintillates like the spark in your eyes.
No art articulates such thoughtful words.
No art can adore me, love me undeterred.
No art can envelop me in deep embrace.
No art can ever, ever take your place.

Though not restrained within a frame,
Like paintings on a wall aligned,
The way you never fail to listen
And the way your smile glistens
Will be forever frozen in my mind.