Past Words

Ghosts of past memories
Haunt my thoughts of day
Leave me restless at night
With delusions of words I could speak to make you stay

The rewind button is constantly
Being pressed in my head
Leave me broken with my choices
The wishes alternative paths I should have walked and words I left unsaid

Dimming by every passing second
My once powerful ray of light
Is now searching in a lifeless cave
For any glimmer of hope to break up the darkness that clouded my sight

Misleading, confusing, baffled and lost
Thoughts of you hurt my disarrayed heart
Until the need to run becomes overwhelming
Trapped in my own soul replaying the times before our romance of glass shattered apart

Lost

Feeling lost today. Without a sense of direction, i seem to be wondering through the ever so slow moving hands of time. The grasp that seems to suffocate me. The fingers that know no mercy. The inescapable force of time.

Today's just fine

I feel like yelling at someone to see if he/she might take one second from their busy lives to see what's wrong with someone other than themselves. In a way, I'm setting myself up for disappointment. People always have better things to do. It's not like I would necessarily stop for a stranger on the streets either.

That makes me mad at myself.
Really.

Small Things in Life

It's strange how much pleasure unexplained pleasure I get.
It's complicated how the joy overflows and suddenly jumping along with a sappy cartoon theme song doesn't seem stupid anymore.
It's intriguing how the smile magically appears on my face and soon I'm laughing without knowing why.
It's unusual the way my eyes light up and the sun is mysteriously able to penetrate the barrier of the curtains to brighten the room now.
It's astonishing when I find the perfect piece to connect my broken puzzle and I want to tell everyone on my street.
It's mind-blowing when the smallest things give me so much happiness
Makes me think insignificant the insignificant things really do make a difference
In my life

I

A small raindrop
Unnoticed by the busy people on the old streets with things to do and places to be
As a car splashes her into a puddle on a lawn
Not even the grass accepts her as she gradually blends in

A puddle of water
The citizens of a restless city hurry to attend meetings on time and find a faster way home
Since home is their relaxation
But she has no where to go as she is pushed around in the puddle
And an abundance of high heels and leather shoes carelessly step on her

They don't see the beauty water
Nor the power that one droplet possesses

She is only another easily conquered obstacle as the puddle gradually over flows onto the pavement
More people avoid her and walk elsewhere
She is only delaying them from catching the bus on time
No one sees that one droplet
No one cares

She cannot help but wonder why she has to be so insignificant
Why her single voice cannot draw the attention of a society that always has better things to do

And even when she's apart of a larger necessity
Everyone starts avoiding her like a rampant disease
Afraid
To get wet

No one ever knew how shallow the water really was.

She is Strong

She bears the labor of being homeless with a child due in the cold winters of December
A season of giving
her baby is not a blessing of new life
Instead her curse of poverty weighs down on her like never before
Too heavy to stand Crushing any hope of a better tomorrow
The cries of the newborn will be accompanied by her own salty tears the refuse to stop
No one to lean on
As snow falls and the world turns just the same
There will be nobody to witness this women
And her will to survive

Non-Reflective Mirror

Fragrant rose petals
Delicately drifting snowflakes
Dying the pure untainted water
Until a sea of scarlet
Cold beyond winter nights
Inviting with beauty of no comparison
As frost glazes over
Has become a crimson glass pond