Enchanted

There no footsteps outside the door,
And I know he's really gone
But every time I open that door,
I hope to see him waiting with a smile,
That wicked, wild smile.

There are no songs playing aloud,
Yet I can hear them in my mind.
But every time I say his name out loud,
I hope to see him waiting with a smile,
That wicked, wild smile. 

There are no nightmares that awake me,
And I am sleeping tonight on time,

But every time I close my eyes,

I hope to see him waiting with a smile,

That wicked, wild smile.

There are no tears in these eyes,
Yet I can feel them in my heart. 
But every time I think of him,
I hope to see him waiting with a smile,
That wicked, wild smile.

Writer

Each time you want to write afresh you must
Erase the black scribbles on the white board
The more you write the more you wipe out
How many black markers can you afford?

Ambitions

Firm lines of sky-high trees
Line the park where she sits.
A warm, breezy day cozily envelops
Her rose-cheeked face full of wonder,
As she keenly watches passers by.
Face in palms, white frills fluttering away,
She asks a simple, sweet question
To every patron she sees.

If you could be anything in nature,
What would you be and why?
Young and old, cynic and fool,
All smiled at her innocent question.
Answered and moved on, as the sky grew pink.
At dusk, she stood up, three feet tall,
Smiled to herself, and took the path back home.

She thought about what each one said to her.
I want to be the wind, go where I want,
Let no one see me, whisper in an ear,
Caress a cheek, and carry rain to lands far away.
I want to be the forest, grow dense and deep,
Envelop life in a mystery, be wild, be the path and the end too.

I want to be the roses in every garden,
Smell sweet and bring love to the world.
I want to be the diamonds on the shore,
Sparkle bright, be unbreakable and hard to find.
I want to be the stars, live forever and shine at night.

I want to be the moon, bring light at night,
Sway the tides as lovers swear their love by me.
I want to be the earth, upon which life is built,
Stay firm even though a billion feet trample away.

But no one thought the way she thought,
They all wanted to be something more, something else.
The raindrops danced on her window, she thought long and hard.

Didn't they answer truthfully, or did they take it in jest?
Why did no one want to be what she wanted to be?

The dust that permeates everything, and that is the fate of everything.

Making It

The world thinks it's an honour and all good fun.
But the truth is it's a nightmare that's only just begun.

Girl in this World

They ask so sweetly,
To twirl a hair or plaster on a blush.
It seems awfully rude to reject.
They have so much love to give.

Then, they ask ever so gently,
Why not braid your hair this way,
And rouge your pretty lips?
Who has the insensitive heart to refuse?

I can relate the words of wisdom and philosophy,
And my thoughts on travel and adventure,
But it may seem a bit inappropriate for now,
So let us save it for a another day.

They suggest instead that it be best to share
Some pleasantries with gallant company,
And smile my sweet smile before them
Oh how lovely and charming I can be!

Then, they remark that I ought to dress smart
And I should try on that gold they bought,
And I should give up my books and tales,
For who reads them that are forgot.

Then they wish that I bear their secrets,
And the banes they inflict upon each other,
For love is only a ravishing garment
That is put on display for another.

I am not mine, but theirs to order
Oh how silly to think that I am unique!
Take me for I was meant to give,
A girl born but never to speak.

Invisible

He asked me why I was wailing
But I told him that I don't cry.
His eyes, they stared right through me,
And I turned to see the lie.

There was a girl standing behind me
With tears swimming down her face
I moved my hand to wipe them off,
But all I felt was empty space.

I turned to sit on my bed and breathe,
But I started to sink endlessly.
I groped around for something to hold,
But he stood there laughing cruelly.

You'd be wrong to think I was a ghost, 
Because I hit the floor with a smack.
I had wished so badly I could disappear,
That I did it and couldn't turn back. 

Intoxication

Rain is my friend, I am me in the rain,

Intoxicating rain, wipe away the sane, the mundane, the pain.

Music breaks me, and heals me,

Feels me, sees me, the way I am in the rain,

In the pain, I am me, insane, in pain.

Break me, heal me, feel me,

I am life. I am strife, I am sight, I am light.

No I am death, I am fight, I am height. 

Tears are not you, I am you, 

The world is you, now, forever.

Severe, me from you, pain from love, hate from love, logic from love.

I don't need you,

I can say it, I can lie it, I can fight it.

But I'm liar, weaker against your fire.

I need the ice, in me, and the fire you breathe into me.

I can stoop so low, you don't know,

I'm not so low, but this row, this flow, it's dragging me to sin.

Sin. Sin so sweet, tiramisu.

Melt, like snow, it will grow, it will show,

I may be slow, but oh, I will overcome.

I will become, the earth, the heaven, the hell,

You want, you don't want.

I'm bulletproof, shoot me all you want,

I am freedom.

I am wisdom.

I am elysium.  

I am love. I am life.

I am all you ever you wanted to be,

Because I am me, and you try to be me. 

And you're a figment of my imagination, a fascination,

Not a superstition, I don't believe in God.

I'm not so odd, but I'm flawed, I don't believe in God.

Don't be awed, I am you.