People are so blind

People are so blind
Aren’t they?
They see all they want to see
And not a single thing more.
When I am seen
All they see is my smile,
The carefree smile
Of an idiot and
They need not look further
For fear of what they may see
And what they may learn
May be too much to bear.
For if they cared
To look further into my heart
Further into my soul
And the darkness that I am
Eternally lost in
They may hear and see,
The pain in my voice
The sadness in my smile.
For the one they laugh at
Is not really an idiot at all,
But one tired of explaining things
That they refuse to hear
And showing things they refuse to see.

Sangre de la Luna

Waves crashing
All along the shore-line
Erasing all traces
Of my footsteps,
Almost as if
I never was,
Never existed at all.

The waters glistening,
Swirling around my ankles
In the crimson moonlight,
Like a sea of blood
Beating with the pulse
Of its own heart.

I can’t seem
To do anything right anymore,
Not even show affection,
All sarcasm and blunt, broken speech,
Words half-swallowed in
Their rush to escape my
Broken and fragmented mind.

No matter how hard I try
It seems like I can’t fix
All the mistakes and pain that
My words cause;
It feels like all I say
Only makes the pain worse.

Questions of the Ignorant

Can you stop for a moment?
If only to listen to the rants of a madwoman?
But stop for a moment more on your travels, and listen and think.
Can you hear the whispering winds’ voices?
And can you hear the rain falling?
Or the river up ahead, roaring away?
Can you hear the planks of the bridge, old and tired, as the creak and moan in the wind?
Can you hear your horses thinking, as they shift with unease?
Can you hear your own heart racing?
Can you hear the trees’ roots cry as the raging river waters pull the muck away from them?
Can you hear the rope bridges fraying, miles and miles away?
Can you hear the small stones shaking as the earth trembles below?
Why do you shake your heads?
Are you saying you’ve never heard a happy spring rain?
A mountain boulder grumbling?
A blade of grass singing?
Have you never stopped to listen to the wind on a winter night?
Or hail on your windows?
I cannot believe that you have never paused on an autumn evening to listen to the rain on the tree’s branches.
None of these things you have done?
You cannot hear the thunder as it crashes?
The lightning as it dances all around?
Then listen once more as you fall from the bridge for not listening to the wind calling, ‘Stop!’

The Cliff Is Waiting

The cliff is waiting, high above the clouds,
Memories flicking through your mind, a T.V. surfing through channels,
100 per second, until it finds one and stops
Only to continue iin a blur of colors and sounds a few moments later.

Your heart beating faster as the wind calls your name,
As it whispers promises and secrets in your ears.
Maybe they’re true, maybe they aren’t, but will you find out this day?
What will you do, perched up high on your cliff
Like a jackdaw poised for flight? Will you jump,
Try to fly like the crows, the ravens, the jackdaws?
Or will you let them go, flying away with your dreams?
Or maybe you just need someplace to be flying.

She Speaks Silence

She speaks in silence
Existing in nonexistence
Seen by her “friends”
Only when they need a fool.

She’s always used
And always convinces herself
That it will never happen again
Because they are her “friends”.
She cries as she sings
Dancing late at night
Beneath the silent stars
And the cold night skies.

The wind tries to comfort her
And the rain tries to heal her
But it’s useless, she’s useless,
Worthless and dead.
Never again to see the light
Within the darkness,
But always seeing the darkness
Within the light.

A single ring
That ties her to the past
A past where she belonged
A past where she was seen
Where she was heard
A single thin piece of metal
Twined around her thumb
Gold pressed into silver
Like a strand of sun
Wound tight around a moonbeam.

With nothing left to live for
And nothing left to die for
How can she keep going?
All she can do is keep screaming
And crying for help
Late at night as the rain falls
And the thunder and lightning crash
And dance around her
As she fades away into the darkness.

Have You Ever Felt?

Have you ever felt
Like you can’t do anything?
Like everything is falling apart
And you just can’t do anything to stop it?
Like you’re the only one to ever see
That everything is not ok?
That’s how I feel
Each and every day
As I listen to the people
Laughing and talking around me
And I resent them
For their carefree lives
And their emotions
And their happiness.

I Want To Remember A Time...

I want to remember a time
A time when I was existent to my friends
But then I open my eyes and I'm no one again
Only existent when I have a purpose for those who talk to me.
I want to remember the time when you talked to me
The times I was happy for once
The times when I felt
Like I truly belonged.

Broken Life

My eyes staring
Knowing what I feel
And yet showing nothing
As I clench my fist
And shatter the mirror that
Taunts me with the sight
Of my sad old eyes.
I’m picking up the pieces
Of my shattered life,
And I’m so tired of sayin’
I’m ok, I’m fine,
When I’m really crying
On the inside
As my hands are dripping blood,
The skin shredded from
All the broken pieces
Of the mirror
That is now so much more
Like me.

Broken Mirror

‘Cause I’m looking at you through
A broken mirror
A reflection of your soul,
A reflection of mine,
And in the dying light it seems
Like we are fading away
Together.
Fading into the darkness,
Fading into the light,
Fading away
To nothing.