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When my tears fall down like rain

When I know I can’t possibly feel any more pain

Then I will know it is over and my healing can begin

I can never erase the past but I can repent for any sin

God will look upon me with golden tears upon his face

because I was a child, victim of a fall from grace

When I float away and my pain is left behind

then I can be myself, then I can free my mind

then I can be the person I was before this awful pain

then I can go to heaven above, then I can escape the rain.

 

The Cheese

The cheese stands alone

and I am the cheese

Standing alone in the middle

of a circle

Everybody holding hands and dancing

around me singing

The cheese and I am alone

even though they are all there too

I stand in the center of a spinning vortex

staring down at the floor

I am the cheese

The last one picked, the outcast

I am the cheese

the cheese stands alone.

 

Fire

 

My heart is afire

My head is so lost

My lips yearn for your sweet, sweet kiss

Hands reaching out to caress my body

Eyes burning with lust

Skin on skin

Salty to the taste

We mingle together

Inside of each other’s embrace

Floating, falling, rising together

Flying on feelings, hot and thirsty

Seizing my soul, ravaging my body

Touch me my love, make me yours

 

Desire

 

Long hours, endless days

The sun rises and sets

The stars twinkle each night

I lie in bed and think of you

Your hands on my body

Caresses that set my skin on fire

My soul aches for yours

Longing, craving

The hours drag on eternally

When the wind blows

You are there

Your hands tangled up in my long hair

The rain falls

Cool on my face

Hiding the hot tears that burn

Streaks of sadness and of desire

Dreams that may never be fulfilled

Yearning, too long denied

Deep within my heart

Forever lost within my soul

Shredded

 

I’m torn apart.

Ripped a hole in my heart.

Tattered pieces flutter about in the wind

Pain and grief that know no end

Tears of fire, falling to the ground

Burning agony, alone, no one is around.

My shredded soul, tormented, relentless fear

I cannot allow myself to shed one more tear

Dying, falling, floating down

The end is near, I hear no sound

 

Sands

 

The sands of time trickle through the glass

Like my emotions, running slowly out of my body

Holes riddle my shaken form

The glass is broken

There is no more time

There is no more feeling

Only the sound of the sand running through my fingers

And the wetness of the tears that stream from my eyes

I have lost you

There is no one to repair this broken glass

It’s shards left to tare at my exposed flesh

Blood mingling with sand, with emotions

Bleeding me dry

 

Spring

 

The sun is shining down upon the dirty pile of leaves

they have been there since last autumn

no one remembered to rake them up

Now they just lie there, being warmed by the new spring sun

Little animals hide there under their protective cover

until the wind comes and blows them all around

and they fall on a new pile with other old leaves

to wait for the next breeze to come and blow them away once again

The trees sway and bend in the soft spring breeze

their bare limbs scratch at each other like two children playing a game of tag

the dark wet mud squishes between the toes of the children playing outside

they make mud pies and give them lovingly to their mother

the deer search for the first sprigs of new spring grass to nibble on

the bears wake from their long winter naps

I sit outside watching the clouds go by and the breeze lifts my kite

higher into the blue clouded sky, till it reaches the end of the string and flies away

And I lazily sip my lemonade and watch it fly out of sight.