Lies

A shallow wishing well piled high with silver mounds of unanswered dreams, an empty grave for the longings of so many naive hearts. Each gem tossed away with the hope of a magic return, but sadly its only response is the echoed splash as it melts deep into the soggy mud of the well's wishing vacuum.

Just leave

Through rough and tangled dangerous fields he crawls
with eyes lowered and head bent
past the pain and the grief that folds in around him
beneath the smoke of disillusion and doubt that has pushed him down

far ahead he spies a glimmer of peace and clarity
though it seems too far, he crawls ever closer to its crystal newness
so long blinded by the war surrounding him
he's failed to see the delicate beauty that could someday be his

for now he must continue to bleed for the path he has chosen to take
his only choices are to drag himself into the pristine peace before him
or to let himself be slowly smothered by his now weak and lifeless spirit
through rough and tangled dangerous fields he must crawl

Sadness

A timid stream of raindrop pearls
Fall quietly from lowered eyes
Crystal dew upon a porcelain face
Frozen, emotionless stone

Moving On

A crisp cold slice of eerie ambivalence replaces the warm glowing embers of eye catching fire that once held me in its cradling arms. Doused by the water of obligation and morality, flame quickly becomes ash, choking and smothering the life of a child’s foolish longings.

Day Dreams

In her tightly shut eyes the sharp contrast of reality with its harsh truths and bolded reinforced borders becomes a shadowed place of what ifs and maybes. The wooded doors become crystal windows that seem to turn all light into magical rainbow snowflakes dancing against the backdrop of impossibility.