Life is …

Life is the space between your ears,
Life is the song that no one hears,
Life is the place that only you know,
Life is the grass growing through snow,
Life is the touch of a lover’s hand,
Life is a castle melting in sand,
Life is the laugh that’s stuck in your throat
Life is a poem that god wrote
Life is the shiver on a warm night,
Life is like death, only not quite.

stolen from you
something so true
so pure a thing
then came its sting

torture succumbed
seeping into your soul
burrowing into depths and taking its toll

like a knife its cut came deep and swift
more and more began to rift
torn apart
made askew
darker things came out of you

but sealed away
now at last
what had happend
lies in the past
friends were there
to take you away
came to your rescue
erased that day

happiness found its light
friends' strong hands
holding you tight
never letting go
untill you stand high
upon this land
on the unstable ground we know as the sand

sitting there on the floor
humming a little tune
a child plays with her doll

she stares deeply into the painted eyes

wishing those eyes were her own
caresing its wooden body
worn with age and playing
she puts the doll down, a little too forceful for she hears a little crack

but she ignores it
her tune becoming angrier
she leaves the room and walks down the cold wooden stairs
on the second last step, she stumbles

the maid merely watches her, as she gets back up with a wet face
but the maid just continues on with her buisness
not wanting to even go near the child
"it's not right to go near such treacherous little things like that", she would always mumble under her breath

the child continued to walk on
hoping to find someone who would hear her
at least look at her like a nice person

for some reason people always looked at her like she was evil
like she came from something...unnatural

the cold old house was filled with sounds
always frightening the little girl
scaring her back to the room with her doll
but today would be different
no more running back to the room to hide
she would go farther than she ever had yet
maybe even make it to one of those things that she could see through
the maid called it a window
"what a weird name", the little girl would always say

walking down the lonely hallway
the little girl opens a door
rows upon rows of books filled her eyesight
catching her breath she stood in awe
walking slowly forward

a huge stack of books leant right against a window
and she quickly went over to it
looking outside, staring in more wonder, she saw weird little creatures flying through the air
as if floating upon the wind
she sat down and opened a dusty book
its pages marred yellow with age

Fallen, was the name of this book
and as she read its pages something began to happen
light started to cover her hands
working steadily up her arms
covering her entire body
and in the blink of an eye
she was gone

no one knows where the little girl went
the one with the opaque eyes that were always staring
many have looked
hoping for a clue
some sign of the child, but there was nothing
just an empty house with an old woman who came by every now and then to clean it up
always making sure that all the rooms remained as they were
bare, and windowless
the only window in the house was in a large room, which could have been a library
strange yes, but the woman never questioned it
she was always talking about how unnatural a child with opaque eyes would be

still unfound, the little girl remains

light streaming through the window
smiles cross his face
this little boy of 3 years old
sees nothing in distaste

he sees a game
an opportunity to explore
in the garden castle and see beyond its doors

with parents that are never there
and doors that are always locked
his secret haven
from them, they that are always gone

leaves fall on his face
the tree next to his window sharing its friendship
caring for him as best it can

pebbles cover his floor
with games of untold rules and lengths
each one having its unique perpose,  always something new in store

this little boy
who hears voices all around
but is forever alone in a large home

abandoned in a lonely world
which only he has entered

his parents have always been there......
their picture forgotten on the dresser
the walls echoing with sounds he can only say aren't those he knows

his parents
they moved on
to a new home
to make new memories
and to forget the painful ones

the painful sight of the son
they never had the chance to raise
for this little boy
this special boy

has a secret beyond the stars
lost, and never will he come back
he's gone
and yet they will always love him

his games he played in his room
with pebbles and imagination
forever engraved upon his tomb

lost but never known
this little boy
who plays with pebbles on his floor
still?  ......

to think of a heart
broken and torn
shot down, stamped on
talked to with scorn

can be mended and fixed
with kindness and care
thoughts of hope and happiness
and someone new to be there

another has found this heart on a string
taken it in
let it start to sing
enjoyed its company
shared its embrace
laughed in the silence
talked about anything and everything without haste

with friends and family
their sharing and caring
their happiness supporting and ever so daring

this is a heart  
happy and loved
with twists and turns
and wings of a dove

When you have no choice
But to lie –
Especially to your friends
And family.


When people cannot accept you
For who you really are,
And you have to continue the act
Just for them.


When your darkest secrets
Are discovered by your friends --
The ones you never wanted to know about it
In the first place.


When you think someone loves you,
Then they go and let you down.
Again.


When people think
They know best for you,
When all you want to do
Is follow your heart.


When someone acts
Like your friend,
Like they really care about you,
Then the next day
They go and bitch about you
Behind your back.


When two people,
Who both like each other,
Won’t go out with each other.


When the person you care for most
Will never know.


When your family,
Your own flesh and blood,
Turn against you.
Maybe water is thicker than blood?


When people make judgements
On your appearance
Instead of on the way you act.


When others cannot,
And do not,
Listen to your opinions
And simply think that your views
Do not matter.


When you have to learn to smile
When people expect it.


When someone stops loving you
And they tell you
It is because they have moved on.
When really you are not pretty enough
For them.


When you have to hurt yourself
So others cannot.


When you spill your heart
Trying in vain to make someone understand,
When they never will.


When people ask you
Why you are upset,
And you tell them.
Then they call you an attention seeker.


When people label you.


When you are in pain,
And no one knows.
And if they do know,
They don’t care.


When it only hurts
When you breathe.


When you realise
That if you were to take a gun,
Place it against your head,
And pull the trigger,
No one would ever notice.


When you think someone
Has broken your heart.
Then you realise that they couldn’t have
Because it was never full
In the first place.
When you want to cry
But the tears won’t come.


When all your life you’ve hoped,
And dreamed,
Of one thing.
Then you grow up and realise that
Wishes don’t come true.


When you try to forget the past.
And then you look down
And see your scars.
Then you are reminded of it again.


When you’re in a crowded room
Full of people
And you’re still alone.


When you are the closest thing
To perfect
But the furthest thing
From it.


When you are trapped
In that thing
Called life.


When you don’t eat for days
In a useless hope to be beautiful.
And no one is concerned.


When it takes more courage to suffer
Than to die.
But you have no courage.


When you are ripped open
Torn apart
And still
No one will take you.


When someone has wrecked your life
And you know you should hate them –
And you try to –
But you just keep loving them.


When you aren’t afraid of
Happy endings,
But you’re too scared
That your life will not turn out like that.


When you feel so numb
That you have to breathe
Just to know you are alive.


When you realise
That you will always be
A falling star.


When you bother to put
Eyeliner and
Mascara on,
Only to understand that
You will cry it off anyway.


When you trust someone
And give them your heart,
Only for them to shatter it
Right in front of
Your eyes.


When life gets you down,
But you're too afraid,
[Or too brave]
To show it.