Mascara Dripping Down Her Cheek

The heavy scars behind a tear,
The scenes unfolding, year after year,
She's sick of it all, unleashing her fear,
She's done with playing it by the ear.
*
Her emotions brew a flood,
Her heavy tears of blood,
Her heart melting into the mud,
Yearning to bloom into that bud.
*
The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; face showing no grace,
Her heart damp, torn and looking for space.
*
Scenarios come and go,
Her tears take up more,
Waiting for that moment sweep-her-off-the-floor,
Anticipating something; turning out a big blow.
*
That moment, so fake,
Passes by with her ache,
That moment, although real,
Already made the seal.
*
The mascara running down her face,
As she struggles with winning that one race,
Her lips wet; evident disgrace,
Heart all damp; losing at her own pace.

Another Lie

Only one wish....
I just have only one wish...
I want to learn for this...
this world where we leave...
I want to know how...
how everybody feel...
I want to know what...
what they think...
I want to be somebody...
and escape from nobody...
I want to feel, to love, to dream...
to see, to hear, to fly!
I want to touch the sky...

But all this world is just another
beautiful lie...

Catch Me, If You Can

--

Rippling forth, water tempts your fingertips;

Smiling, you take the bait as I wet my lips.

The question flutters like a breeze:

“Why are you such a tease?”

--

Can you catch a wave?

Whether it charges forward or slides past,

All day you could slave,

And it would drift away, never meant to last.

Can you understand,

That which demands freedom in silence or in screams?

Entrance is banned,

To those who cannot fathom the sweetest, dangerous dreams.

--

“Catch me, if you can,”

Alight and alive with a grin,

I entice you to close the distance.

But I withdraw, it’s part of my persistence;

Chases are dull without resistance.

Singing away like when I ran,

“Catch me, if you can.”

--

If you can handle me, it’s a dare;

Gripping my wrist, you intensify my stare.

Please understand, I hate to lose, so I will advise:

If you cannot handle me, it will be your heart’s demise.

--

Locking my eyes with yours, your trap fails with my smile;

Certainly this was fun, but restraints fade after a while.

Show me something new or watch me disappear;

Like a ripple I am warped but crystal clear.

--

“Catch me, if you can,”

Alight and alive with a grin,

I entice you to close the distance.

But I withdraw, it’s part of my persistence;

Chases are dull without resistance.

Singing away like when I ran,

“Catch me, if you can.”

StillBorn

"Push!"the doctor tells me
As I do what I am told
"Count to ten" says the nurse
As my breathing I control.

After a few more pushes
My baby boy is out
But something isn't right?
There's no cry, no scream or shout.

"What is wrong with him?"
I get the energy to ask
Looking over at my baby
On his face they place a mask.

I ask the same question
But this time i'm more upset
The nurses try to calm me down
And another doctor they go get.

Rushing from the room
My baby is taken away
"I want to hold my baby boy!,
Why can't he just stay?!"

Then everything goes silent
Before the doctor speaks
I know that something's wrong
My eyes begin to leak.

"I'm sorry for your loss,
Ma'am, i'm sorry you must mourn
But the child you delivered
Has come out a stillborn..."

Inspiration - Written by a great friend of mine

Same Old Day

We all have bad days, but the world pushes us forward like machines, and like robots we keep waking up in the morning to another day of the same old thing.

And yeah, my eyes are melting;

my feet are sweating;

it's a hurricane beneath my toes,

but I keep pushing on.

Feeling under the weather,

under a tether,

under chains that keep me bound

around my wrist;

it's tight, sticks like glue

to my skin that I just can't resist.

Pumping life with machines through

bones, dusty and old,

setting into a new storm,

setting into a new throne,

and I feel the world

clipping tongues and

force feeding oxygen into broken lungs;

they want me to stand on my

own two feet,

and keep strong

even through the wrong;

through the pain, the sorrows,

the broken hearts of another tomorrow.

So I keep waking to the sun,

give out this tired and weary yawn,

and open my eyes to today.

It's all that I've got to hold on.

Where do I begin?

Agonizingly, pulling myself together
Sewing my soul into a kindred resemblance
Molding my tattered remains into a person
Yet, this is not me; simply an artificial replica
Nothing can bring me internal peace
The sadness & loneliness stay; old friends
Chaos edges into my twisted thoughts
My emotions corrupted; indecisive
I need to fill this empty space
This hallow hole, this black void
The grim realization of depression,
Haunting me, stealing what little I have left
I constantly change, not staying for too long
My cold hands fiend for some warmth
My body longs for a comforting embrace
My bones start to ache; tired and old
I need an outlet; an eternal escape
The taunting grief nags at my sanity
This detrimental darkness suffocates
Only the shape of a person left
The emotions, the words, the life
All faded into an empty abeyance
Grief lingers; never taking it's leave
All that I was; stripped away
No longer myself; lost
I have to find me
Where do I begin?