The Box (a poem)

The Box

Written January 2nd, 2013

In my house, there is a box.

The box is mine, and in it I hide

When the house gets too loud

Filled with shouts and tension

Gossip and anger

When it’s too much on the outside

I shut the door on my box

And fill it with tears.

But it’s just cardboard

Very flimsy, very thin

Through its paper walls

I can still hear the agitated din.

Turn up music

Stuff cotton in my ears

Even when it’s quiet

I can still feel the scars

From all the dysfunctional years.

When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy strikes

There often is no warning

The soft sand on which you walk

Glittering with reflected sunlight

In a single step becomes sharp rocks

Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

Put Me to Sleep (a poem)

Put Me to Sleep

Written March 20th, 2011

Put me to sleep

Let me fall down to the sheets

Face down in the pillow

Please don't wake me

Leave me here

In this blissful coma

I don't want to wake up

Hero (a poem)

Hero

written March 16th, 2011

I'm dangling from a ledge

Thirty stores high

Hanging on with one hand

People down below looking to the sky

I hear sirens in the distance

But they won't get here before I fall and land

Tears stream down my face

As my fingers slip

How did I get here

So close to tumbling into space?

No one can help me

Is there anybody out there?

I need a hero today

Just A Little Too Close (a poem, intended lyrics, dedication)

Just A Little Too Close

Oh sweet child

With you gentle smile

I know you mean well

But my heart is the land

Of another man

[refrain]

I saw a lost and lonely soul

That needed someone to know

I gave you my hand

And as I pulled you up

You slipped and managed to land

Just a little too close

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty (a poem)

The Soldier's Sleeping Beauty

There was once a girl,
There was once a lad
She was his whole world
She loved him with everything she had

She counted every kiss
That he planted on her sweet lips
And when he was gone
Oh how she would miss
His careful touch
On her skin that she loved so much
The way he'd brush back her hair
And how into her eyes he'd stare

Saying farewell was the worst for him
When the bus came to take him away again
The flood of tears in her eyes
As he held her tight and whispered goodbye
He'd kiss her so deep
And cling to the memory as he lay up late in his bunk
Holding her picture as he quietly weeped

Crutch (a poem)

Crutch

You were falling
I loved you
So I let you use me
As your crutch

Your weight
Leaned down on me
Straining me, heavy
Cracking me, heavier

I gritted my teeth
And took it
Until I couldn't take it
Anymore

(Raise Your Voice) The Truth (a poem)

Added to 'Raise Your Voice' collection May 25th, 2011
The Truth

You
And your nasty words
That cut deep like a knife
Right into the life
Of someone beautiful
Who used to smile
Before they met you


They
Don’t know what to do
Just let you cut deeper
And deeper
Picking them apart
Revealing all of their insecurities
To the world
Leaving them weak and sore
Crying in the corner
Thinking they are unloved
Unwanted
Discarded

(Raise Your Voice) The Dark Secret He Keeps (a poem)

Added to 'Raise Your Voice' collection May 25th, 2011
The Dark Secret He Keeps

No one knows

That he cries softly in his room at night

Muffled in his pillow so his family won’t hear

So they won’t ask questions

They can’t find out

They can’t know

He doesn’t know

What to do himself

What to think

He tells himself it isn’t true

So much he almost believes it

He doesn’t want to know

The boys in class don’t know

How much their words hurt

They’re mean to him intentionally

But they don’t know just how deep

What they say really goes

I’d like to think they’d stop if they knew

These Are the Days (a poem)

These Are the Days

These are the days
When everything you eat falls to ash
At your lips
And even after you swallowed
The taste you wish would go away most
Remains
And your stomach is in pain
From digesting the delicacy
That was your favorite yesterday
Or any other normal day
But not today

*Reflections (a poem)

Reflections

I look in the mirror
I do not recognize the face I see
She looks the same as she always has
But her eyes- her eyes
Are haunted and hollow
From troubles to wise
For her age