The wisp of a girl at the corner standing
is scantily dressed and looking cheap.
She is willing to sell her soul for something to eat,
for a handful of cash thrown at her feet
after a few gropes in the dark.
Body cruelly used, only commodity worth trading,
while her name remains unknown.
No one cares to know, their only concern:
what they can take from the fading girl.
While a boy about four cuddles close to mother’s warmth.
Gazing up with smile wide, he never sees how she trembles,
fights to hide how much she struggles to keep them both alive.
Memories of a happier past are digging holes into her chest.
Heart, cracked, on the verge of breaking,
beneath the weight of battles she must face.
Home taken when bills left unpaid,
when husband was lost, life stolen away.
Now, she is all that stands
in the way of the reaper’s blade.
One street over and looking bleak,
cowers a woman with trails and tracks
running stories down bone-thin arms.
Marks from where she tired to numb empty arms,
the growing hole in her heart.
Fuzzy childhood dimming fast,
lost moments where laughter rose and hugs were warm,
a time there was no reason to fear for love was near.
But in a moment, what she trusted was love,
sent her from home, disgrace to family name.
The life flicking inside something to be shamed.
Parents quick to forget their child she was.
Mother, she never was, unable to protect her baby
from the monsters who shared her street-side home.
Close to where she sleeps, hides a bruised boy
having escaped hands hard and unforgiving.
Hands which should have soothed, not raged and abused.
He fled, no longer able to take the hate.
Barely teenager, still a boy,
streets now the place to call his home.
A place where demons stand at every turn,
wait to prey upon the weakened souls,
where hunger and cold have become friends well-known.
Old man, crumpled form of rags
has become nothing more than
skin stretched across brittle bones.
Shaking from the addiction he cannot give up,
the only thing left that’s his,
the cold bottle he clutches in trembling hands.
Once a soldier, he fought proud
before, home, covered in battle marks,
memories scarred into flesh and seared into mind
he arrived, no longer feeling right.
He was never allowed to forget
the sound of bombs and bullets tearing flesh,
seeing friends fall, unable to stop death's reaping,
the smell of blood and bodies burning.
Living locked inside a nightmare made real,
he is left a shell, nothing found behind deadened eyes.
So many lives we turn from seeing.
Not caring to know their sorrow tales.
Thinking them less,
how wrong we are.
Forgetting all the times we’ve stumbled,
but we were lucky enough
to find hands reaching, to stop us from falling.
How do we return the favor?
Look away, pretending not to see
the souls dying on our streets.
We should be ashamed of our selfish ways.
We need to learn to change and how to care,
learn to see beyond the bubbles we live inside,
and remember we'd be nothing if not for the person
who helped us when we fell down.
Like soft putty in your hands, I was molded
to fit the structure you chose for me.
I allowed myself to be bent
into this person you deemed worthy.
Gone was my old self,
the one I had once loved dearly,
and in its place was a woman I didn't know
but you loved.
My hair was hacked, cut to pieces.
The color I once thought pretty,
darkened to night.
You decided the makeup,
the method to use them,
while I was left to watch
myself be made over by professional hands.
I watched, lost in a corner
my eyes taking in,
as I was dressed in fancy clothes
fit for a princess, now me.
High heels like glass slippers
were placed on my feet.
Worn sneakers thrown into the trash,
along with what was left of me.
My new reflection was one of sophistication,
no colors running out of lines. Perfection,
in cool-colored clothes melted on skin,
and bright ice shinning on neck and wrist.
She was gorgeous.
She wasn't me.
The smiles I gave freely
have all washed away, wiped off my mouth
with red lipstick and gloss.
My eyes that once twinkled
with laughter and glee
have been replaced with
smokey eyes and mascara.
The spirit of a child locked within
has now been smothered, yanked away.
I have lost the essence of me.
I made all these changes,
lost myself completely,
in the tangled woman you made
because you promised to love me.
You would make me happy.
So, why do my eyes shed invisible tears
and this heart of mine that is no longer,
miss the silly, unsophisticated girl
I used to be?
that's who I always was.
were the pieces of my heart.
always passed on by it seemed
until the day
you caused my life to change.
You found and saved me,
showed me that I was more.
Now I'm floating,
you brought hope into my storm,
where I had hid in
always afraid of venturing out.
I'm basking in your warmth and heart.
No longer frightened,
you tore and broke down all the walls
that I had crafted,
desperate to keep my heart safe.
It only kept me caged,
until you opened the door.
Don't know how it happened,
your hands met and holding mine,
pulling me upwards
and somehow I'm now your love.
Your arms around me
has my heart racing fast.
Never saw it coming,
you handing me your heart,
and I am whole now
no longer a puzzle in pieces.
You are my soul and
now I can finally see
all the rainbows
inside clouds painted in greys.
All because you found me,
took me in your arms and held me.
Because of you
I know love now
and I am whole now,
and finally I am yours now
you gave me your heart.
I see you;
see the look of pain you hide
inside wounded eyes.
See the smudges from no sleep curving them
with harsh uncaring hands.
You’re not as invisible as you think.
I hear you;
hear the muffled tormented cries
you try to hide, keep inside your mouth.
The yells of a soul stripped
Untouchable, you pretend to be.
Slowly, you're fading.
I know you.
Know every secret that you keep
buried deep in a heart you forgot still feels.
Fears, hopes, disappointments, betrayal,
none can be veiled from my eyes.
To me, you are readable
I would hold you, keep you in my arms,
let you know loved you are,
if only these arms could hug.
I would sing you songs to keep you smiling,
whisper loving words to melt your heart,
heal your wounds
if only these lips of mine worked.
I would understand why this world is cruel,
why such a fragile soul is treated
like a caged criminal,
and pain so easy to share
while love is held back, locked in metal,
if only my brain could work.
I’d be your best friend
if only toys were real.
In his heart darkness lies.
Loss of love, loss of life.
Empty shell and vacant home,
nothing to show, no pride to hold.
Burning tears filling eyes,
running tales down cheeks gone pale,
showing the world his life is nothing,
showing all, that here, his soul is weak.
There is no hope left inside of him.
His mouth, it will not speak,
words are trapped behind his teeth,
choking him from need to release,
to share dark woes with those who’d care,
but they cannot escape, so they’ll stay
spreading shame in him.
Mute and troubled, wearing shame,
a heavy cape on shoulders dragging,
his body struggles, unable to hold
endless loads that are not his alone.
Stumbles, he falls onto the ground.
No more can he find air to breathe,
his heart is weary and hope depleted.
And into ball he curls and stays
thinking back to better days.
You may not see me
but by your side I am standing,
heart full and ready to spill,
hand it over to you
wrapped in shiny bow and string.
You may not be able hear me
but I am singing songs to sooth
the worry brow above your eyes,
the strain pulling your smile.
I sing my love to you.
You may not feel these arms
but they are holding you with care.
I am using my body as a shelter,
to prevent harm from drawing near.
Theses arms of mine will never fall.
You may think you stand alone,
desolate wasteland before you,
never ending in its solitude,
but I follow in your steps.
I am your shadow, always near.
Feel my hand slip into yours,
and our hearts beat as one.
Just turn around, see me,
see alone you were never,
and with me never will you be.
The hand of man is hard, with little thought
to the consequence one rough touch can cause.
In fist, it curls when anger wins,
when Common Sense leaves Erratic Emotions with
controls gripped in their hands.
When opened, palm out, a slap across the unsuspecting face,
it leaves its print to rise on sad one's skin.
A warning of what's to come, should victim forget
who is the master and who must bow.
So much damage one touch can bring
if no thought is given to the consequences hate can cause.
Hands are to gentle, sooth and calm,
not burn and slap, or to cause harm.
Strength should not be used when hate steps in,
should be used to carry those who are weak in limb.
Do not touch if pain you seek to cause,
only reach out your hand, if in your heart
love waits to join the face you cup.
Within her life grows
and she hopes a good mother she will be
even with fears festering
and inadequacies stacking up,
she holds to hope she will not fail
in carrying you, keeping you sheltered
from the raging storm
that is this world of selfish deeds.
She feels you move in her,
kicking to let her know you're there
seeking attention, so she sings to settle,
sings to send you off to sleep.
Hand to belly, she cradles you,
awaiting day when in her arms
you will rest and stay.
You will remain a part of her,
the miracle growing,
the life she carries in her heart.
You are her everything,
You are her soul,
and every beating of her heart.
We remember those we have lost,
who fought battles long and hard,
who carried burdens with smiles wide,
who saw the good in their dark skies.
We wait beside those in midst of war,
who wear new scars with strength not scorn,
who hold our hands and squeeze them tight,
who live each day with brave intent.
We remember with our hearts,
those whose lights still carry on,
in the memories and laughter made,
in the hugs and stories we will share,
so that their lights will never fade.
We remember with our tears,
the salted drops that fall
when in the dark, grief draws near.
And remember with our hearts filled with love
and with their presence still near to us.
We remember, now, with those who stand,
arms linked and holding hands,
for those who walked for the ones who can't,
who walked in memory of warrior friends.
And those who fight, here, on this day,
we remember to encourage and keep them steady,
ensure them, with them, we are always.
For all who have ever taken a breath,
we will remember them,
When I am lost inside my thoughts,
preferring fiction to fact,
only you can pull me from my wondering,
show me how, here, my life is good.
When the day is growing dark
and the sun hides behind clouds of heavy grey,
you make me feel like a child in father's arms, secure.
You wrap me in a hug that drives the dark away.
You protect me from childhood fears,
from monsters who laid in wait,
stalking me into my adult years, so that I must
always be wary of empty rooms and shadowed corners.
When I am unsure,
weaving upon feet, unsteady, and knees weak,
I know against your strength I can lean,
and never will you allow me to falter.
With you, I will find solid ground to keep me steady.
You are each morning, bright with promise
and every night’s promise of restful sleep.
My beginning and my end, and all the moments between.
You are my confidence and my modesty,
the child who dreamed and who, on stars, placed a wish.
the me I was forever meant to be.
You walk this line scared of falling,
worried just how far you have left to go.
You can't look down
for fear of heights,
can’t look up,
frightened of becoming dizzy,
so where else is there to look
but straight ahead?
Eyes stare, hardly seeing,
as you place one foot before the other.
Will you make it?
Will you fall or fumble?
You shrug, take a breath.
then slowly, carefully,
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Nothing stays the same.
Life is given and is lost,
love made and discarded.
A flower blooms only to face death
when autumn gives into winter
and icicles form where leaves left their branch homes.
become the past with a breath,
with the blink of a child's eye,
adult they become, no longer can they see
through innocent eyes as
sand slips through fingers aging, fast.
Only hold we have is love,
it is the only frozen moment
in the speeding time of our lives.
But even love fades if people neglect,
do not remember to nurture fragile seed once planted.
They will find, too late, life meeting end and fate.
Do not allow love to slip by
with the racing of a life, unnoticed.
Grab it in your hand and hold on tight.
Pause, one second, in your hectic life.
Watch the seed grow, watch it extend your time,
giving new hope and life
to your once speeding, lonely life.
You act as though the world is yours,
a stage to stand on with,
backdrop and props under your control.
The curtain opened on your date of birth,
and will not close until last breath taken.
You talk as though your words are gold,
leaving your lips, and all should obey
orders, decrees, and your many whims,
while those who stand beside you are left mute.
Voices trapped in boxes until
you permit them to make a sound.
You walk as though there is no ground,
only air beneath your feet.
Wings of entitlement keep you from touching,
marring perfect image with dirt and grass.
You don't seem to remember
the ones who came before,
paving the path on which you travel.
The ones who wait up ahead,
who will learn from failures you pretend not to make.
Nor do you see those, who in middle, wait
to be acknowledged, seen as equal,
for you have shielded your eyes,
trained them to see you,
and only you alone.
Stand with heart in hand,
offering your love to any
who in return will give
a fragment of affection.
Accept you cannot determine
who is true and who will play false,
for all wear masks to hide the truth.
Bare yourself to the world,
all imperfections showing,
wear no make-up to cover old hurt
or clothing to hide defeated form.
Lift shoulders up and head held high,
beauty comes with living, life.
Call out all your faults,
where you lack and what has gone wrong.
Be honest in your regrets,
carry no shame in mistakes made.
It is from where we stumbled,
where we fell, that we grew strong.
Never back down.
Never give up.
Never allow your heart to turn and cower.
Never be someone you are not.
Never think, believe, you are less.
Never see yourself as anything
Her heart carries scars running deep,
imperfections caused by rejections and betrayals.
With every blow and cold shoulder,
another wound is carved into her chest.
A memory to burn red
with every beat and every breath.
And yet she loves.
Opening her arms, handing out her heart
to any who seeks a warming touch or
asks for a second chance, third or fourth.
She always forgives.
She would rather cup a battered heart,
one that has seen pain and shame
than hold a heart untouched,
a heart too afraid to feel.
No, a tattered heart she holds dear,
is all she needs and time to heal,
before another is gifted with her love,
and heart in hand she’ll give it away
As the thorn that pricks the finger
of an unsuspecting child,
the beauty of the flower hides
and the danger it holds close,
a brief moment of surprise and pain,
quickly forgotten by shocking perfection,
I find myself being pulled in.
And just like an infant
seeking arms of a loving parent,
knowing safety in that cradle found,
I find myself aching for your arms,
the strength your touch gives.
My heart forgot hope
until your embrace gave back life.
With a summer sun whose rays
meet ice and cold,
I find I am a puddle of slush
at your waiting feet.
Your smile brighter,
bringing both light and laughter
where dreary thoughts once reigned.
I give my all to you,
no thought to how, now,
I am made vulnerable.
And with the eyes of baby newly born,
first time seeing this world,
I find myself starving,
thirsty for the sight of your face.
You are my world.
You teased me with that sly, slimy smile,
telling the world you cared.
But I see the truth your eyes have veiled,
that twinkle of laughter is a lie.
Your heart left your body long ago,
and all you have left to give
is fury and cold
hugs that leave me shaking,
frostbitten in a blizzard of rejection.
You’ve lost your soul,
sold to the highest bidder.
Fame the ultimate desire,
seducing you until you fell.
Our love had a price,
bartered for the right exchange,
and my heart I had given
was thrown away.
I fell, empty.
There is sadness in these knowing eyes,
a truth of life, seeing all the shadows and strife,
blackened hope and drowning faith
brought on by the savage hands of man.
The knowledge of cynicism
dwelling in the hearts of old calculating heroes,
has crippling stabs of depression
wrapping around a failing, dying body.
Acceptance of greed in men and selfish desires
comes quickly in hand beside the need for
material possessions choking the neck of women.
Another cream is created,
an injection of poison to stop age from showing.
Ridiculous goals from human-kind
while small nature life dies with silent cries.
Mother Nature cries over the destruction of her home.
We, the cause of smog sucking up clean air,
fillings lungs until fire ignites,
and bodies tumble to the ground,
do not care.
This lesson is unlearned.
Eyes watch as others turn away from
the environmental murder humans commit.
Salted drops fall.
Wilted stems bend.
These petal-eyes close.
This flower life
And no one knows.
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There's nothing residing inside my chest,
but gray and black flecks of ash
where your love once smoldered fierce.
It buried beneath my woman's flesh,
burning through blood and tissue,
then slowed my heart to nonexistence,
coming to rest behind a bone cage.
Fragile trust once had arms overflowing,
cradling burdens and weight not mine to bear,
but your touch devoured muscle,
leaving saggy skin behind while
your glutinous mouth
slurped up my senses, greedy,
to possess my very essence.
Leaving not but a shelled body
starving for a morsel of affection.
smugly wrapped in my white flag of defeat,
you preen you feathers of glory
as I, now, am forced to live in shadows.
The ability to tell friend
from those who wish to cause pain has smeared.
The difference between them smudged beyond recognition.
Intuition betrayed the ones who needed it most,
and gut feelings ran away when desperation
for a guiding hand consumed bodies.
Trust fled when deception suddenly became more appealing,
and hate for others easier to swallow.
Acceptance becomes unwanted when tempting isolation begins
to look so much more enticing.
Seducing all,making them crawl, grovel on knees naked.
Rough gravel slices skin; Rock embedded in fresh cuts
to cause inflammation and infection,
wounding the invincible soldiers of faith and optimism.
Optimism droops beneath heavy rains of cynicism,
leaving us to drown.
And blinds our eyes, hungry for a fleeting glimpse of home,
from seeing hope’s dying light.
In the darkness, we are left to dwell.