"in hiding" --revised

Wounded--
a gasp, a stagger--
she fell away,
and in the midst
he lay there--
slain--
the foe of such a life--
of faint hearts
and cold eyes--
ground lost to tired feet
falling so soon?
wake the souls--
here comes the charge.

"in hiding"

Like an open wound
she fell away,
and in the midst
he lay there--
slain--
the foe of such a life--
of faint hearts
and cold eyes--
shall it all be done away?
and soon?
The taste of a sweet rebirth--
here comes the morning.

"another unheard…"

Tell me
does it hurt more
to be the cuts on my heart
or to see the cuts on my skin.
Well let me tell you,
the cuts on my skin are nothing
compared to the despair that fills me,
the deep wounds of a heart.
You tell me to not be stupid
to not hurt myself
to never do it again,
but you don't listen when I tell you
to be fair
to not hurt me…
you hurt me more than I could ever hurt myself.
So tell me what happens
if I cut, if I hit that vein, if I die,
is it your fault or mine?
I've already died inside.

"WARNING: viewer discretion advised."

Hello.
This is me.
If you don't want to know,
if you don't want to see,
if you don't want to hear,
then don't read.
I could be a million smiles,
I could be a million scars,
that's just me.
You could read me,
you could walk away,
but you can never tell me
what to write,
who to be.
Don't you know
that this is me.
Goodbye.

"how do you not see it?"

She says she does not see;
blind
but to my words
but to the pictures I paint
in her mind,
because she cannot see.

I do not believe her.

How could one not see?
when all the beauty
is there,
all to be seen
to be heard
to be breathed
to be savored
to be held,
is there before you.

She says she sees a rush
only the stresses of daily life;
this is why she doesn't see,
why she cannot see.
She says she wants to see it,
wants to see it soon,
but she need only take a step back
from the world
and breathe.

I find the colors of that sunset
in a stranger's eyes,
I find the sounds of that sky
in a soul's melody,
I find the fragrance of that evening
in the air about me,
I find the flavors of that beauty
in a life that passes by,
I find the arms of those clouds
in love.

I say she let life be to flow,
I say she live in the moment,
I say she take in the beauty,
I say for her to stop
and see.

"colors after sun"

"never gone"

To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see it in your eyes
and feel it on your breath.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see it in your movements,
and feel it on the air.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see your hand raise,
and feel it on the way.
To think that fear was gone,
but then to hear the anger,
to see the hand coming,
and to feel my guard go up
and to hear my voice
and to hold my own.
To think that fear was gone,
but now to feel your anger,
to see it in my mind
and to feel it in my heart.
What a fool am I,
to think that fear was gone.

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Should I long to fly
should I long to soar
should I run away
to find the door
and crash upon landing;
in flight
though grounded;
cold
crisp
I'm here.

"a beauty to behold"

What wonder
to happen upon this soul
so long there
yet untold;
and what beauty,
what stunning surprise
that such a heart
were lent to sight.
Hath mine eyes lied?
Hath mine sense
been fooled?
Surely;
but could such
be found?
Could such yet
be found unto me?
What wonder,
what blessing,
were lent to me,
to mine heart,
better choice despite.
And what beauty!
to be found
to befriend.
Were I not to
cherish
were I not to
honor
were I not to
nurture
were I not to
love,
would I beat upon
hell's gates
from the side of no return.
But here
such a one
as this
with heart mind soul
so pure
what wondrous beauty
hath been found
in one so close
and unto me.

"Grace"

laughing bright
blue
sunlight
she shines
and thought is done away
to warm
smiling eyes.

it's untitled

Thoughts falling down,
loose about her ankles,
stripped
bare
to the bone;
should trembling give her away;
but for
a
lone
arrow
that met her heart,
that took without question.

"Should All of Life be Lithe Yet"

"Butterflies"

A delicate beauty
fluttering
swaying on the breeze
soft
slow
stopped
perched on the edge
still.
Curves and jewels
yellow blue,
a smile in an
open palm,
a strong hold on
flying hearts;
and all pauses
for a moment
beauty
most delicate--
she flies away.

"bumps and thoughts and hereafters"

The air feels heavy on me.
Gravity wouldn't settle for force,
no, he wanted more,
and he pushes, he shoves,
a strength that pulls me down,
that shakes me sideways.
The room lurches
and with it, my sight, my core;
I beg to stand, to breathe,
to see straight,
I blink tears away,
I push the liquid back down,
but the room lurches again.
So heavy on me,
I sway,
a throbbing above me
and no control;
I've forgotten which way
to lay my head.