The Soul of a Poem

The soul of a poem is angry and sad
It rips at the flesh
It screams when it's mad
The soul of a poem is happy and joyful
It smiles and laughs
It thinks life is wonderful
The sould of a poem
Is dark and deep
It tells hidden meanings
And tells secrets it keeps
The soul of a poem is bright and fun
It giggles with delight
When it's out in the sun
The soul of a poem is everything you see
It's the girls
     It's the boys
          It's the animals
               It's the trees
The soul of a poem is all emotion
Every word
     Every thought
          Every memory
               You've got
The soul of a poem is
And always will be
As long as we keep on thinking
And expressing our creativity

The Knife Effect of a Tear Drop

Crystal water in glittering streams
Reflections of brokenness and anger
Blood stained sleeves and crackled screams
Looking down at tear dried paper
Pure emptiness in a single droplet
Filled with rage, hate and pain
And gravity digs in its nails to slit,
To tear the tear down to leave a wet stain
Upon my cheek and dripping off my nose
Onto my sleeve and cold wet arm
A tear full of broken promises I chose
To let rip me apart and cause me all this harm

Breezes, Waves and Broken Hearts

My soul moves like a gentle breeze
Overpowering the grass
Into quiet waves of glistening green
And washing over the mass
Of purple violets and golden dandelions
My soul splashes up like water
And drenches the white sun
To block out the world's laughter-
The mocking so long ago begun-
My soul races like my heart
Broken, disfigured and torn
It tries to crawl away and depart
From where it's been since it was born
It limps on in its brokenness
Stretching out a mangled hand
To find somewhere to rest
To find somewhere to stand

I Remember Blue Eyes

I remember when things used to be okay
     Amy was home and
     Julie'd yell at us
     chasing us through the old house
     we called home
I remember Grandpa Noble's grizzled beard
     and his old grizzled dog
     that he always fed bologna
     with a pill wrapped inside
     ...........................but they both died
I remember the first day that went wrong
     I came home with tear streaked cheeks
     broken hearted: they said I was ugly
     and Mom wrapped her warm arms
     around me
I remember how bad it used to be
     twisting the bed sheets with white knuckles
     just to hold back the urge to scream
     gritting my teeth, clenching my teary eyes closed
     just so I wouldn't hurt myself again
I remember when all that changed
     because suddenly you were there
     there to take it all away
     tall dark and handsome
     my blue eyes