Broken Sentence for a Broken Soul

Biting my lip as I watch and wait, time strangles me.
Robbed of my voice, it feels like my words falls on deaf ears.
Open arguments course through me like poison in my blood.
Killing my heart, my soul refuses to be moved.
Even with my life falling before my eyes I cannot move.
Nothing is all I do.

My Greatest Fear

The acrid smell of seawater stings the back of my throat
life is like that
a burning feeling of loss like a helpless little boat
confusion in a sea of change.

Old friends, new friends, happy friends, funny friends
which friends are real
friends who don't use and abuse to meet their own ends
people who will stay by your side forever?

Ten years ten friends try to stay loyal
but they chip themselves away from my heart by force
but through pretending, excuses, and arguments, they ignore our long toil
or worse stare at me with blank eyes, unmoved, uncaring.

Others leave as they give their hearts away
pairing off for "true love" they know
forgetting my loss, their eyes wander astray
I am crying without them but they ignore my unshed tears.

Ten years ten friends have tried to be together
failing now and forever
though for a while we survived even stormy weather
we are not broken and battered.

If I have made ten friends in ten years
but not one of them remains
it is no wonder I shed no tears
use to my sufferings and pains.

They talk of heartbreak and love, marriage and life
but none of life's romances are for me
their words cut deep into my empty heart like a knife
how can I find love if I cannot even choose friends?

Just being there, "loyal" just isn't right
for real, true friends
for those willing to put up a fight
life becomes worthwhile if you have something to give.

I lie in a net of hurt and hate
I unwittingly pre-ordained my future by choosing wrongly
a fate without true love or true friends is a horrible fate
and so sadder but safer I jump into the sea.

Modern Day America

Today I am a whirlwind mess
with politics, war, pollution, hate, and strife.
The poor and the weak I simply oppress,
too preoccupied with my selfish life.

My own glaring problems I push away.
But I would rather you be in this country
than any other place, on any other day.
Here all are equal, all are free.

If I protect you, will you protect me?

A Winter Chill

Cruel winter shows her cold and dreary face,
casting a chill upon the earth's poor ground.
Dead leaves fly, running as laughing winds chase.
Scarves and hats are ripped away and not found.

White, deep, falling snow floats down to blanket.
The entire world in one great sweep is gone,
replaced by a snow world one can't forget.
The winter birds burst into glorious song.

Though dreary, wet, and cold winter may be,
new snow inspires happiness and glee.

Sight

Sight diminishes as age conquers the body.
the magic, the fairies, the monsters, the fey,
all seem to vanish or just slip away.

while children Sight mermaids, their hair jeweled and gaudy,
they always dismiss fins as sharks or fish.
they think all is made believe, just a child's wish.

they insist the children are lying and naughty.
imagination and wonders and miracles flee
their Sight, for everything, to them, has plausibility.

how can they understand when they are so haughty?
for some intriguing happenings of the world hold no explanation,
save when you ask a small girl with Sight, who has no hesitation.

she'll tell you with a Sight strong and not spotty,
"It's magic. The dwarfs are mad, but don't fear.
soon they'll stop fighting and water will appear."

they'll laugh. they'll call her a snotty
nosed kid. yet then, as sure are the sun,
you'll Sight the river rise up and then start to run.

Sight diminishes as age conquers the body.
for age holds imagination in an impenetrable cage,
where it is held back, unable to engage

the mind with Truth.