describe

I could describe a field with lush green grasses,
or how the piano, hitting one note, just isn't the same as a chord,
or how a beautiful instrument, put with another, sounds beautiful all the more,
or the feel of that dress and shoes that i knew i couldn't afford.

I could describe water,rushing past my skin,
or the ending of a race,the great feel of crossing the finish line,
or the sound of an angel singing softly, but still loud enough for everyone to hear,
or the bustle of a carnival, near the end of the year.

Coming Home (Soldier of Mine)

Sitting here silently,
Taking your hand,
List'ning to music,
And watching him land.

A tear will escape
Your watered up eyes,
So happy he's back,
And to know where he lies.

He's safe in his bed,
Away from the war,
Here with his mother,
And love evermore.

my obsession of poetry

when i write poetry
it just calms my mind
i sit here so silently
i leave nothing behind.

it's like painting a portrait
a great work of art
there's nothing like poetry
so close to my heart

sometimes i write things
that don't realy belong
out of my life
make a new song

i've written bout death
but here's what i'll say
jesus is with me
all of the way.

my life

as i sit here silently
thinking bout my life
i'm careful not to say a word
it'd only cause me strife.

i stare at pictures silently
and think back to those days
when problems were my shoelaces
and learning how to pray.

there's nothing wrong with looking back
please,no, don't get me wrong
but now when i write poetry
it's such a different song.

i love my life the way it is
you know i can't complain
there's nothing wrong with loving life
especially when simple and plain.

did you ever get the feeling

did you ever get the feeling
like when you're bring watched
your neck hair starts to tingle
their eyes feel sort of foxed?

did you ever get the feeling
that when school lets out at two
that all their eyes are watching
staring strait at you?

did you ever get the feeling
when you're in bed at night
that all the other kids in bed
might be maybe right?

did you ever get the feeling
like there's something on your back
but no matter how you twist and turn
it just keeps coming back?

water falling

Dripping sounds are everywhere,
Soaked to the bone you don't care,
Mending, sewing every tear,
Almost happy don't stop there.

Open your eyes it's all a blur
For a broke heart there's no other cure,
The rain it's so beautifully pure,
To wash away tears it's absolute sure.

A drop on your nose cover your face
you're walking a long at a slow pace,
there's nothing like beauty...except this space,
All just because you're in this place.

breaking away from them

Don't take a look back,
You've made up your mind,
There's no way you'll stay,
They've never been kind.

You're breaking away,
From their cold hard grasp,
You're wiping it off,
that cold hard mask.

Now you can smile
Without being told,
Now you're so warm,
In stead of so cold.

teardrops on roses

Teardrops fall slowly,
From a sad heart of mine,
A knife in my soul,
A wound of some kind.

You hand me a rose
As you say those dear words,
And the teardrops stop coming,
they stop falling in herds.

I smile so briefly,
Not sure you had seen,
I smile once again
As you call me your queen.

Those teardrops on roses
They seem so unkind,
But somehow look beautiful,
In my own way and mind.

transforming a devil

Small and alone,
that's how i feel,
but that was my state,
and forever my seal.

alone felt so good,
then you came a long,
and took my frail hand,
now nothing is wrong.

i clung to your hand
as you showed me the light
i made no resistance
this was a new flight.

now as i sit here
i move around free
and no longer alone
you're always with me.

dying is my specialty

Melting slowly down the drain,
All i know are tears and pain,
The wind it blows and drives the rain,
I speak so silently as tho insane.

A knife that you've thrust,right into my heart,
A smile you'll never see, not the whole nor the part,
I'm dying so slowly like so many apart,
Apart from the fast and the furious dart.