Strings

Love is a chore. It's a waste of time
Love causes pain, hurt
Love is something to be taught, it's a lesson
People say I crush love,
But love crushes me
Love is difficult and tiring
It's dependent, a favor waiting for the return
Strings are always attached

Love is a privilege
Love is healing and restoring
Love is an instinct, once you change it
Your purpose is to destroy and kill that of a beast
Yes you take love, a fragile thing
And crush it, love only builds, never destroys
Love is beautiful and worth the time
It's reliable and only takes two people worthy to give it
Strings are never attached

Shipwrecked

I am a ship.
Something attacked me
I was drowned and wrecked
and left at the bottom of the sea
the sea of no air
no laughter or end
Why would I be laughing?
I have not one friend
I have no job, money, or face
If I was a fairytale, I'd be the least
There's plenty of beauties
but me, I'm the beast
I have no family
my parents are dead
since I was six, imagine that
no one there to sing you to bed
In my past
I've taken a few glances
At the knife on the counter
I like to watch how the light dances
out of my misery
I've found hope
something besides
alcohol and dope
Believe it or not, I've found love
but I think he is blind
to even look twice
at a light that refuses to shine
I love you with all of my heart
what's left of it anyways
here in your hand
my life lays
You can crush it
like everybody else in my past
Or maybe I can trust you enough
to take off my ugly mask
I'm similar to a ship
wrecked under the sea
But now, I'm in a museum
worth a million,
And everybody wants to be...me

Dreams

Everybody's different, everybody's the same
We all have dreams, and we all have a name
Imagination and dreams, can take you so far
You can be a billionaire, or have a nice car
You can be a free man, and have a happy life
You can have a husband and be the world's greatest wife
Dreams can be visions, they can change you
You can be famous, and have a boyfriend who loves you!
The only downfall about a dream, is that you can follow them whole
But dreams never come true, unless it converts into a goal

Random Haikus

Beauty is a gift
Given to every mirror
Girl chooses to accept

We need to love Him
As he showed his love for us
In form of a cross

No such thing as fate
No such thing as destiny
Only purpose exists

A child's chance at life,
A person's chance at His love
Taken for granted

The mirror tells me
I weight too much, but the world
Tells me be grateful

Visitors

My mama taught me well
especially one fiery Alabama day
when she let me visit a friend's house
it had been my first time away
She yelled, "Be back before supper!
And you know when I serve the table!"
I replied, "Yes mama I know,
but I'm twelve and fully capable."
I visited my friend across the street
and we played until the sun grew weary.
Then suddenly a knock at the door
and the dreadful door's song began to carry.
She gave the woman a generous smile
and signaled me to take her hand
She choked my hand and I knew I had it comin
It was a quarter past eight and that was my last strand.
She waved goodbye to the woman at the door
a smile stained on her face
and when she turned in my direction
her grin was swiftly displaced.
I knew I was skatin' on thin ice
and that thin ice just broke
because when we crossed home's threshold
I was bawling at the first stroke.

I never forgot that lesson
years ago in my childhood times
not even when mama was hospitalized
because her heart didn't beat with the same rhymes.
On her final breathing day
I stood planted by her bedside
I gripped her aged, unstable hand
My attachment to her was implied.
She told me slowly and sweetly,
"Baby, don't hold me so tight.
Everybody answers the final summons
there's no need to put up a fight."
"But mama," I cried desperately,
"you have to stay with me.
You're the glue to my crippled heart,
the reason for my bravery!"
"Then use it now," she replied softly,
"Baby," I stood still awaiting her reply,
"Do you remember that fiery Alabama day?
The lesson about visiting you dared not defy?"
I shook my head breathlessly
"Visitin' is stayin' a while at a place
then when visitin' time's over, returnin' home
to eat supper with the family at the fireplace.
Well baby, my visitin' time has expired
I'm returnin' home to be with my family
flames are burning and dinner is waiting for me
and it's time to return home naturally."