It is the struggles in life that give us strength to do our best and except whatever the future may give us or take away

Tears of yesterday

I have missed you
so and the times
we have shared
feeling the other
through the computer
we stare.

I wonder what still
draws me to those
long ago places but
the answer we have
already answered with
the stories told
and the tears that
fell,in the end we
all know the answers
need to no longer dwell.

Only once in a lifetime
can such be shared,this
includes even if our lives
are to follow others paths,
for the day will come
when all will be forgotten
within the heavens gates
that we will one day be
reacquainted

I see the world for what
it is and feel what most
will always miss.I am
intoned to who wishes
to deny,within my arms
all may cry.

Made up falsities

I am giving up,Laying my
life upon the ground.No
use peering at un-won
battles that were never
worth the fight of my
mind leaving me to always
be unsound as I remember
and look around through
the back door they are
always to be found.

You think you see and
know the story well
but the slumbering
truth from alls mind
shall always dwell
unseen among the earths
floor of misery that you
see as unpure along
the lines of the canvas
that within bleeds the
truth that will never
be seen by such a cold
entity worth nothing.

You walk the dream that
you deserve to see and
feel what hides beneath,
it takes heart,it takes
soul,understanding those
that you think you are
in control.You breathe
the breath of worthier
than another among the
streets that you walk,
you will be one of the
forgotten for in your
mind there is no other.

I will forfeit this life
that I have lived with
open arms and memories
of what once was so easily
given.I am one with the
past and inclined to throw
away the future ridding
all that may walk my way,
I am just a stray that
leaves her mark upon the
back of falsities.

Silent shards of glass

Silent bowed head dreams
of life outside of body,
perplexed feelings of
lost faith trickles down
a spine now weak.

Shards of glass lie
in palm waiting to
cut the flesh of
younger days gone
by.

Pieces of memories
take hold and once
again are lost from
mind,days gone by now
are harder to define
and control.

Shimmers of brilliance
catches a hold of
thoughts,gone again
forever to be lost
among the living and
distraught.

Torn from the bone
is any kind of reckless
wants to be ever found
again,giving up on
life and anything
that can hear the
drops of salty water
fall from cheeks.

Blades cut deep wounds
in softened places
that may never heal
again,the smell of
death always to be
noticed in the nights
air.

Silent bowed head
wishes to take their
soul far away,dreams
come true for some one
day.

Bottle blessings

I find myself falling
into the bottle again
just trying so hard to
chase away my memories
of pain,just praying
for everything to go
away and stay away.

I look at blank walls
and think of times gone
by and I have no other
option but to sit and
cry,another swallow to
pass my lips.Maybe this
time I will go numb
and sleep in bliss.

I cry for nothing but
yet everything,I search
my mind and ask why has
this been the life of
me,I so wish for life
to for once not deceive.
What more can I do?what
more can I say?What does
it take to make one want
to stay?I search my memories
and I am lost again.

Another drink to my
lips.maybe just for
another minute I will
be blessed enough to
forget!

The hidden me

It is the starlit glow
of the night that gives
me peace and time to
reflect on the past
that today will be
once again in lost
memories.I search
for the sun once again,
this time in hopes of
real peace and open
mindedness.

Searching for the
perfect touch to
my being, searching
for the strength
of lost arms I am
consumed with dis-
pleasurable feelings
that come from anyone
else and I have once
again thrown the useless
flesh upon the ground.

I walk over him and
his degrees of what
he believes in his
very own mind.I never
lied when I told him
he would not ever have
all of me so why now
act like he has been
hurt when we all know
it was really just a
ticking time bomb
ready to explode.

I cannot turn off
the timer of lost
things,I said it
from the very beginning
and should not have
to hide from the past
that my heart found
it's best friend.That
will never be found
again,I have said
it more than once
from my mouth and
pen.

In order to find
what lays beneath
you first have to
find the real me!
one you never took
the time to see!
Once again I will
say,there is only
one who took me to
heaven and back and
only he could I ever
really trust him.

Sorry I could not
take you to the
places you wished
to be,you could
of had it all if
you had took the
time to know the
real hidden me!

It is in between your heartbeat that you find peace in the reflections that are always to flood back to you,,,