Wounds Heal

Wounds heal, scars fade
You’ll get over it
It’s what they always say
Their convenient go-to phrase
There, that’ll do the trick

They don’t see
How much it matters
At least, to me
They didn’t know that’s why I got madder

One, two, three, four, five
There, NOW the hurt should be gone
You can survive
Meanwhile, I am looking beyond

That’s enough, they said
Stop your crying and move on
I cried more instead
The tears would not staunch

You don’t feel my pain
You remember your own
And that is not the same
Don’t say anymore, please don’t

You stuck a dam on my cries
I want so badly to burst
But no, you believe my lies
And see only the surface of my smile, so forced

It’s still stinging
I am too substantial; My being wants to perish
I am also, slowly, thinking
Of every little thing I will always cherish

Let me say

Would I regret a feeling I decided to feel?
Would I say an early good bye for who I decided to visit?
How embarrassing is to judge your own will.
How painful the scorn and look towards who in the corner sits.
Why so trick my mind and soul would be?
When I just want to unassuming have my life.
I wish you, unlikely me, never have to leave
I just want to speed my heart up,
To sweat, run and one more night keep up.
Up for me, for those who make me move.
For the unfailing and trustworthy love.
That quietly pulse, waiting the approve,
To come out and yell overall and above.
What more hurts is that I can’t speak out, be loud.
I guess who first hear those shouts through my eyes,
Truly friend of me would be called.
To walk step by step is hard,
when in front of you it is not possible to see.
Hey, let me hold your hand?
Let just someone at your side be.

Centered

I am lost
Rows of people
Block my sight

I seem to look without ever finding
Anything anyone
I see everything

The hidden looks in front of me
Behind me
For me

I am in the center
Yet lost in the midst

So many ways to get here
But none
To get out

A Riddle

Legs I have got, yet seldom do I walk;

I backbite many, yet I never talk:

In secret places most I seek to hide me,

For he who feeds me never can abide me. 

Advice to a Lover

The sea hath many thousand sands,
The sun hath motes as many;
The sky is full of stars, and Love
As full of woes as any:
Believe me, that do know the elf,
And make no trial by thyself!

It is in truth a pretty toy
For babes to play withal:
But O, the honies of our youth
Are oft our age's gall:
Self-proof in time will make thee know
He was a prophet told thee so:

A prophet that, Cassandra-like,
Tells truth without belief;
For headstrong Youth will run his race,
Although his goal be grief: -
Love's Martyr, when his heat is past,
Proves Care's Confessor at the last.

Winning

He stood at the starting line
Waiting for the word "go".
He knew he couldn't win
His crippled leg made him too slow.
"Winning is not everything". His grand-dad said.
"Taking part is the best thing to do.
You're a winner if you try
And we are so proud of you".

One

One star brightest in the sky,
One rose reddest to the eye,
One the bitterest of gall,
One - just one - the most of all.