I have given my words For you to walk upon You nod and smile But I see no understanding You ask about my day Yet my reply is chaste For I know now You do not hear My words reach your ears My voice in the void Yet evidence of hearing I do not see. You do not hear My heart And what it used to hold You do not see What I once had Seen in you You do not feel What once filled the emptiness Now inside. You did not hear And now I do not feel.

I used to be told, My feelings were important But when I was heard And then ignored I realized the truth. So I learned to lie To bottle myself up. Because it didn't matter Now I am asked Why I don't express Things that I feel And I look at them Knowing they are Partly the reason I don't speak out Because they don't hear me.

Alex trudged up the sand dunes, at last seeing the ruins beyond. The resting place of the djinn who had gifted him with a curse. Eternal life. But the cost? Every year, on his birthday, he would die. His body at least. His conscience would shift. Settle into a new body of someone just celebrating their own 23rd birthday. "Eternal life?", Alex thought to himself. After the first several 'shifts', he got used to the... complications, but after a thousand years, he was about to find rest.

People who live in poverty Who have never seen wealth Don't know what they don't have Until they get a taste. People who have a good life And have dreams of more Don't expect that more is real Until they get a taste. I have never been poor I have never been in want But I have had dreams Their sweetness fresh Upon my waking lips.

A wintry evening, the light of the cloud covered day waning into twilights embrace. White draped trees grow into grey lumbering giants of shadow and snow. Snowflakes fall, twisting, tumbling to the ground, their soft hiss the only sound. Birds, squirrels, all the small ones snuggled and nestled into their homes, leaving me to my thoughts, a mote of life, aware and alone.

In a world where we are measured by our successes, we are judged by our failures. A lifetime of good, of well doing, of being a benefit to society, and when our sin comes to light, no matter how small... That is that by which we are condemned. Our failures, or fear of such guide our actions, our anxieties, our very lives. Can one learn to be free of this fear?

Tangled sheets Whispered victories And Longing defeats Warm embrace Succulent kisses On Skin and lace Passion unfolded Hands clenched Our Bodies molded Writhing ecstasy Unbridled bliss Highest melody

I might put on a strong face Look like my life is prefectly in place Truth is I'm a disgrace Truth is I've lost my faith

I wonder if I like storms so much Because they reflect the turbulence I wonder If I like the fog and mist Because it feels like nothingness If I like the snow when it makes The whole world a blank slate I wonder if the weather I like Reflects my own emotional state

Im looking out the window Sipping on a cup of tea Admiring the white snow Wishing you were here with me On the couch all snuggled up With a book, show, or movie Your own steaming cup To enjoy peacefully.

A night with you Nowhere to be Nothing to do Holding your hand Admiring the view Thats how I want to spend A night with you

Clouds and rain Give me joy Hide my pain Sunshine glow Light my day Help me grow Moonless night Find me peace Away from light Starlight's shine Show me love I couldnt find

We broke down our walls. The defences we placed, Ones we depended on so much Crumbled at each others touch. Walking towards each other, One drenched in fire, One wreathed in rain, Two halves of the same soul yearning to meld once again. We saw through the masks, Through the smiles, And half truth lies. And boldly to each others surprise; We found love, Able to see the other Exposed, Unashamed, Wholly unburned by our one, true, flame.

We are like the moon In all of it phases When one is dark The other blazes And though we may find Ourselves without light For each other We will always fight For as long as we are connected And our bond is true Every phase of me Reflects every phase of you.

A white blanket covers the earth A fresh canvas, a monochrome slate Yet to rediscover its worth. Losing myself in this landscape The clean smell of powder In every breath I take. A muted quiet feeling Sounds of static around me As each landed flake brings healing. A world all of my own Quite contented here alone This world I call my home.

Dont feel, dont break The cracks in your smile Cover them quick For everyone elses sake The beating in my chest Pounding, drowning Echoing of too many thoughts Will there ever be any rest? Put up a front A wall of indifference Or cultivated emotions Avoid being blunt Dont tell what you crave For fear of the outcome Fear disaster that would come But in the end what is really saved?