Snow AngelsTwo people dancing in the snow,
They barely touch & off they go
He swings her left, swings her right.
Brings her up with all his might.
Looking into her face,
Her legs straight up in the air.
She brings herself down with grace,
A coolness so fair.
Its getting faster everything's a blur.
He's so afraid he will drop her.
So he slows down,
And puts her feet back on the ground.
They stand there for a while admiring each others eyes.
A snowflake lands on her nose and she blinks.
In that second he released.
He loved her, or at lest he thinks.
Things go up, and then downhill.
They're still friends, call it what you will.
But that spark has all but burnt out.
At least now I have something to write about.
PAINtWhy do you paint on your face every day?
What do you have to hide?
Will your beauty steal the day away,
Or will it curl up and die?
What is behind that façade.
Of pale pastel hues?
Is it the hand of god,
Or the devil beneath the pews?
Do I want to see?
Or do I do well to hide?
Is it really up to me,
Or did you really lie?
Maybe that's why,
You line your eyes with black.
So you can see when you cry,
To keep them from coming back.
To think about,
The words you said.
And all the stout,
Things nature bred.
So why do you paint on your face?
Is it because paint is just pain with a T?
So none will know your fall from grace.
Accept your conscience, and me…
When I Think to HardWhen I think of who I am,
What I have become, where I stand.
I look at all the things I've done.
All the battles lost the battles won.
My brief foray into love and hate.
Made being single something to appreciate.
A costly snow boarding accident.
I ended up with a lot of teeth bent.
Many changes happened in these four years.
Lots of joy and to many tears.
Much of good and bad lies on circumstance.
I still try to find recompense.
My actions may seem rash or in haste.
But I live for joy and the adrenaline taste.
So far life has been kind to my person.
Times may get better, times may worsen.
But that's life, the way we live.
Feeling what is too much, to little to give.
To find the medium is perfection.
But for now I'll settle for a resurrection.
Of what it was like to have no worries.
To dance and play in snow flurries.
I miss the carefree days of childhood bliss.
Kicked out of the door without a hug or kiss.
So now I lay to rest the child hood dream.
Paleontologist nothing good it seems.
The Chronicals of my LifeThe chronicles of my life are a roller coaster ride.
With all the ups and downs spastic inside outside,
Emotional, physical trauma.
I'll get you a view of the whole panorama.
I fell in and out of love.
So fast I blinked and it was above,
Me, falling farther away.
Getting darker each day.
Then a brilliance shown into my life.
Something I took for granted till that dark night,
That I realized I was better than them.
Some times you look back, and wish you could do differently again.
So now I sit hear at this screen.
Typing words to show you what I mean,
From my heart, mind, and soul.
Typing trying to take back all the things you stole.
Linger With MeI am afraid to wait, because that look in your eyes might be gone.
The one that made me feel so special so strong.
The one that told me that I could do anything and you'd always be by my side.
The one that wrapped me in deep ice pools and let me slide,
Far away from this world, into a place where we would be together all the time.
Slide right into your wonderful mind.
I am afraid to wait because you might find someone new.
If that happened I don't know what I would do.
So we're stuck at an impasse teetering at the brink.
One way we fly; one way we sink.
Why when we are born with wings do we choose to crawl through life?
I will never know; it feels so right.
Now hear my plea, the homage of my heart.
See the hurdle, jump and give it a start.
Listen to love, your heart, spirit and mind.
Linger with me for a while and see what you will find.
Amber, Emeralds and RubiesThey say the pen is more powerful than the sword, how true.
It can start a war or say I love you.
A pen can hurt, a pen can heal.
I hope it will allow me your heart to steal.
Like a bandit at night, dark clothes and mask.
To walk this path is a dangerous task.
Full of pitfalls, traps, and night.
At the end of it though, what a sight.
A cascade of rubies all over your lips.
Amber hair falling all the way to your hips.
Emeralds from your eyes like dewdrops fall.
To a heart pure as diamond, hear my call.
I know using gems to compare,
Them with you isnt quite fair,
Because your beauty extends it all.
Bringing me to the edge, I trip and fall.
I keep tumbling over and over, in love with you.
Your in my very core, through and through.