Light

Light is our guiding factor.
We look to the sun
for guidance in the day.
We look to the stars
for guidance in the night.
We look to the Son
for guidance in the worst of times.

I Was There

I was there when the call rang
I was there when the tears fell
I was there when the knees buckled
I was there

"Daddy had a heart attack"
Was all she could say.

I'm Not What You Want

Things tend to end how they began.
I'm sure this will be the same.
Slowly, cautiously, lots of thought on your part,
Very little on mine.
Desperation and Apathy. Longing, and
Not giving a [care].

I'm not what you want.
I don't want a serious relationship
I'm not ready for commitment just yet,
And I'm not into 'puppy love.'
I'm really not what you want.
I don't like to be touched,
I don't trust,
No, I won't kiss you
- My kisses are special,
- And so am I.
I know it; you better know it.
Respect me, pay attention to me,
Don't worship me, Don't touch me!

You care about me.
I care about your feelings.
You flutter as you touch me,
I cringe as I am touched.

You think you can explain it...
I don't want you to; just listen.

I've Written Them All Now

Passion. Envy. Hatred.
I feel as though
all the emotions
I could want to express
I have already poured out
Out onto my paper.

Once you've written one,
You've written them all.
Say the same things over again,
Only this time switch the words.

"I love you."
"I hate you."
What really is the difference?
I am on your mind constantly either way.

Psychological Romance

What is it between us?
I look at you, but don't see you.
I want to hug and cuddle,
but don't touch me.
We write, we read, we converse,
we understand.
We engage in a psychological romance
of the highest sort.

Time to Go Home

Dreaming...
Dreaming brings it all home
Only I wake up and don't remember
Not enough sleep to function anyway

It's late now
And I need to go

You don't acknowledge
And I fall Asleep
While your still speaking

I don't understand you, nor do I
Understand me
None of us understand the others
...but sleep brings it all home
...time to go home...

It's All Gone Away

Where have the writings gone?
They've all run away.
Where has all the sense gone?
It's all run away.
Where has all the knowledge gone?
It's all floated away...

It's all, and all is everything,
It's all gone away.
Gone far away to where I can't see.
When I'm awake, nor asleep.

Angry Inside

the anger,
the pain,
I feel it.
don't understand it.
want to express it.
don't know how.

so I write in red,
to show my furry.
and yet, I don't know
from wince it cometh.

I don't know myself
any longer.
the pills, the drugs,
they changed me
...in a way I don't understand,
or maybe they just covered
it all so I couldn't see.

I am angry inside and I don't understand why.

Writer's Block

I've hit a pot hole in my road.
There's just this unseen gap,
This hole,
Between my thoughts and my pen.
My mind no longer turns,
It no longer wonders
In the ways of the world.

Blame it on the Rain

I woke up late this morning.

I blame it on the rain.

Alarm clock buzzing, my head ringing. Drag myself out of bed, pull on some clothes.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.

Inhale my breakfast whole, no time to chew. Jump in my car and pray it starts.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me.

I drive way to fast...until I notice the time. I'll be late anyway, so I'll take my own time.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write.

Come around the final curve, my day's destiny is just ahead. I shiver with the thought of explanations and excuses that are sure to come.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks.

I make it in and struggle through classes. Finally, a bit of a break, a chance for me to pause and reflect.

I blame it on the rain. 'Cuz you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept. Now, it's not that the rain disturbs me, you see. It inspires me. Because it rained last night I had to stay up, stay up and write. Write about my woes and foes, about my grievances and thanks and about you.

Everything seems to be about you these days. You're always there, you always care, and you understand the rain as well.

I blame it on the rain, because, you see, if it hadn't rained last night, I could have slept.