Broken Pieces

It's like a book, broken pages mixed together,

words scrambling around

the crazy memories scattered around

what about that night we spent

trying to put together the pieces of life?

All the intellectual conversations

like little Stars, but it wasn't so simple,

it got confusing and impossible to understand.

Words weren't just words,

they were incredible thoughts.

After a while, the days turned to rain,

and then one day,it all disappeared into the moon.

Every once in a while I stare up at it,

trying to put the broken pieces back together.

It comes back in a shallow way.

life is just one long day we dream upon.

Our souls swim around madly trying to find a place to rest

and we, like madmen, travel all around to look for them.

Eventually, if we're determined enough,

we'll find that one broken piece in our lives -

it's called our souls

What I do not see....

Everyone tells me to smile

and that I've such a beautiful heart.

But I think that it's a broken

and totally useless part.

How can I be so easily cast away

when so many say I'm wonderful?

They say someone would be lucky to have me

...then why give me pain unimaginable?

I've tried to figure this all out

and try to figure how hearts work.

Because mine seems like a divining rod

and can locate any hidden jerk.

Every night, I write of my pain

to purge it from muse's mind.

Sometimes I feel as though I'm writing devil's contract

and will lose my soul when poem's signed.

I plead to world and to God

to cease this pain - I'm not strong enough to bear

the weight of the world upon me

and cannot love what just is not there.

What Do They Know...

I face the world with a smile, no one knows what is hid inside.

They see only happiness, they cant see the tears I've cried.

When I am alone I hurt, because here I do it well.

In front of all the watchful eyes my heaven turns to hell.

The judge and jury awaits me, everyone has a say.

In a life that hangs suspended for yet another day.

Who are they to judge if what I have done is right or wrong?

In the end I gave her up, but inside still sing her song.

I don't know how to find the strength I thought I had.

If only I could play tough it wouldn't be so bad.

They say that life goes on and someday I'll smile again.

But, how do they know my pain without being where I've been?

I've traveled so far from home, and can't find my way back.

Somewhere along the way I must have jumped the track.

I saw her just today and her smile is still the same.

She looked at me so sweetly, but never spoke my name.

I wonder if she remembers me, It hasn't been that long.

She may have forgotten me, but I still sing her song.

Seek Not My Heart

Oh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies,

Do not you hear my heartfelt cries?

Below the branches, here about,

Do not you sense my fear and doubt?

Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams,

Do not you hear my woeful screams?

Upon the meadows, touched with dew,

Do not you see my hearts a'skew?

Beneath the thousand twinkling stars,

Do not you feel my jagged scars?

Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze,

For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.

It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies,

Accompanied by heartfelt sighs.

It's drifting o're the gentle rain,

A symbol of my silent pain.

It's buried 'neath the meadow fair,

Conjoined with all the sorrow there.

It's lost among the stars this night,

Too far to ease my quiet fright.

No gentle winds, seek not my heart,

For simply ... it has torn apart.

Why Women Cry

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said, "When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

The Rose

It is only a tiny rosebud

A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I

The flower God opens so gently

In my hands would fade and die

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

This flower of God's design,

How can I have wisdom

To unfold this life of mine?

So I'll trust in Him for His leading

Each moment of every day,

And I'll look to Him for His guidance

Each step of the pilgrim way

For the pathway that lies before me

My heavenly Father knows

I'll trust Him to unfold the moments

Just as he unfolds the rose

Dear Friend...

My Friend when I think of you.

I think of all that we've been through.

All the times we argue and fight,

I know deep inside that it isn't right.

I, then feel bad and alot of pain.

It feels like I've fallen from the sky like the rain.

I love you dear friend with all of my heart.

But now that you're gone I've fallen apart.

I'm getting better as the days go by.

I wish sometimes this was all a big lie.

I pray to you every night.It's like you're my fire, a burning light.

My dear friend, I miss you alot.

I still wonder why you were put in that spot.

I know you're in a place much better than here.

Watching and helping me with all of my fear.

Our friendship my dear friend,we will have to the end.

Friends til the end is what we will be.

Someday we'll be together,together you and me.