Javarii

Awaiting the call you never want to come, That one you know will end it all... You whisper, "I'm afraid to answer...." And knowing she lost to the cancer.. They tell you that her pain is finally done...... But for everyone else, it's just begun. You stand there with the emptiest stare, So I embrace you to show that I care, But you say you're okay and need to sit down, And instead watch the little dog act like a clown... I know you're broken and put up your wall, Playing pretend like you're the strongest of all, Tonight or tomorrow when we're gone you'll cry, And when we come home, your smile will lie. Someone can prepare for dea

Hello, I love you, though I don't know your name. I've heard many whispered in different tongues and ways. But none choose just one - It's not right for one with such fame. Oh, mon amour . . . have you seen your own reflection, glistening on the surface of the Sound? Oh, how your beauty shines and plays on the ripples, creeping up onto the rocky shore, the glint of your face present on the wet stones. Some nights are dark when you hide away, only the curve of your mouth peering out and smiling on all. You must know I am jealous that I can not keep you to myself; How sad am I to wish you were mine . . . Ah, but certain n

They were the strongest, with bodies of rock and with hearts of hope. They are the heroes, those we look up to and that we cry for. They will be remembered, and given great honor, then, now, and forever. When there was no hope, they treaded onwards, they were the dreamers, reality - their nightmare. This second, they fight, our freedoms, their war, always with our support and the utmost care. Never will we forget those that will stand up, those that will fall, and those that will return, heroes made of them all. We will know only few, the rest of them - strangers, each, risking their life and facing dangers beyond co

I can not help but look at your photo and smile... and then a tear comes from my eye. It's so impossible to look away when you meet my gaze and I see those grey shades, sparking at the sight of me. Then you say something too embarrassing, I turn away, my cheeks that bright, rosy red You say you love it, you say it's cute, you think I'm perfect, and you pat my head. We say "I trust you," We share our secrets, I can not leave you, I know you feel it, too. You call me "sweetheart," I think you're caring; I call you "sexy," You think I'm lying. And then a tear rolls down my face; I can not help but smile and remembe

Why doesn't anyone see behind my mask? Why doesn't anyone see what I am? Behind these intricate twists and colors etched into my face, why am I so heartless? I surround myself, selfishly, I drag them in. I keep up this mask using my puppets. Then I abandon, leaving each one hopeless. I drop the strings      of one marionette,      finished,      and take up another,      as quickly as a child      trading toys. They are my entertainment; I am the child puppeteer. No one seems to see behind my big

I gazed out tonight, into the grey air, the thin streaks of light filtering between columns of trees as the color of day began to vanish and night creeped out; it was black and white. To my horror, I stuck my head beyond that old screen door, curiosity staining my face, and I ducked my head, between the porch roof and a grey, piney wall of evergreen, Just where my eyes could scarcely see. Tonight, as I watched day fade into its bleak night, my eyes gazing out between porch roof and walling evergreen, I beheld the sky on fire. The west was not its norm pink or orange, not yellow, even, but beyond those green-faded trees