Passing hours
And fading years,
Broken hearts
And falling tears.
Crying child
And worried friends;
All the people
Fear the end.
Fallen suns
And waning moons,
Frightened men
And certain dooms.
Shattered glass
And lost gems;
All the people
Fear the end.
Do not ask her
Why she is crying,
For if you knew,
Then you would cry, too.
Do not ask her
How to fix this,
For she does not know,
What to do or where to go.
Do not ask her
What is broken inside,
For her friend says
To pick up the pieces.
Do not ask her
What she has to say,
For her voice is faded,
And she wants to be dead.
Do not ask her
Where the blood flows, red,
For her strength is not enough,
And her heart cannot hold love.
The universe turns
And deals its painful blows.
It tears you down,
But you stand up again,
And with tears in your eyes,
You make sure she knows.
She knows you still love her
Even though you're far away.
She knows you still love her,
Though you can't tell her every day.
Time passes steadily,
And it hurts, but you're tough.
Days, months, hours, years,
Fade away and pass you by.
The clock's chime stings,
Because a thousand days isn't enough.
But she knows you still love her
Even though she's far away.
She knows you still love her,
Though you can't show her every day.
Soft wings tickle inside;
A shimmer, a sparkle
Of life, as my stomach turns.
They dance on,
Up, down, all around.
Butterflies, in a warm sack,
Brave butterflies,
Dancing over certain death.
The come within a hair of fatality,
But never get ensared,
And refuse to leave.
Removed from all around me
I stand, detached.
Choosing to remain outside,
I am detached.
I am detached
From fear, hate, and pain.
I stand, detached,
And remain numb inside.
Keeping clear of connections,
I stay detached.
Despite my own emotions,
I remain detached.
I remain detached;
I am untouchable here.
I stay detached,
And I'm numb inside.
Isn't it sad,
What we've come to,
When even little children
Know how to have sex,
But nobody can tell you
What it means to make love?
Isn't sad when we've come so far
As to call each other's music,
Each other's games, and passions
"Satanic," or "ungodly,"
When in reality,
There's nothing more godless
Than the wars we wage?
Isn't it sad that we live in a world
Where we choose to be cruel
And get upset when people
Don't like us all that much?
Isn't it sad that high school students
Suffer from enough anxiety
That, sixty years ago,
Would be enough to be housed
In an asylum?
Isn't it sad that we lash out
Against the stereotypes,
Yet we continue to live up to them?
Isn't it sad that in this world,
We think it's acceptable
To act like a dick
Just because you have one
Or because you want some?
Isn't it sad that our mouths,
The same ones we use to kiss,
Are so foul, they could cause
Milk to go sour and flowers to die?
Isn't it sad that we scream about
How we are unloved,
Even if it's our own damn fault
That we're unlovable?
Isn't it sad that what once was sacred
Is treated as a joke, as a game?
Isn't it sad that all we want is acceptance,
But we refuse to step back
And see if we are acceptable?
Isn't it sad that hate is easy,
But so few understand
What love really means?
Isn't it sad that the great ones,
The dreamers, the fighters,
Are dragged out of the sky
Rather than supported?
Isn't it sad that where we come from
Is more important than who we are,
Because of the color of our skin,
Or the sound of our voice?
Isn't it sad that our parents
Tried so hard to raise us right,
When, as soon as we leave the nest,
We tear out others' feathers
And have to fight to keep our own?
Isn't it sad that we lie
We cheat, and we steal,
Then blame those who protect us?
Isn't it sad that we get a trophy,
Just for participating,
And then wonder where motivation went?
Isn't it sad that red stains the grass,
When it doesn't take much
To cease our fire?
Isn't it sad, the world we're in,
Where we must clean the mess?
Isn't it sad that we tell ourselves
We must agree with someone to accept them,
And we must agree with them
In order to understand?
Isn't it sad, how many of us cry
Ourselves to sleep, because of words?
Isn't it sad that we all claim to see it,
And so few of us speak out?
I'm sorry:
For what I said,
For what I did,
For how I acted,
For lashing out.
I'm sorry for all that happens
When I'm hungry,
When I'm sick,
When I'm tired,
When I'm hurt.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused
And the worry in your mind.
I'm sorry,
For being weak,
For being lesser,
For being imperfect.
I'm sorry.
I beg you now,
Don't forget me.
Don't forget the sound of my voice,
The scent of my hair,
The soul beneath my eyes.
Don't forget me.
Don't forget the strength of my hands
Or the gentleness of my touch.
Don't forget the tears I've shed,
Or the pain I've felt.
Don't forget the words I spoke,
The stories I've told.
Don't forget me.
Don't forget my legacy,
My promises, my advice.
Don't forget "Me,"
I beg you now.
I can dance,
But only if the music is right,
And if you're strong enough to hold me.
I can dance,
But only when my soul opens,
And when the earth sings sweet.
I can dance,
But only if the rhythm is smooth,
And if you guide my steps.
I can dance,
But only when my pulse comes alive,
And when the moon sails proud.
If I cry and let you watch,
Remember that I'm trusting you
Because I don't expose myself.
If I cry and you see me,
Remember that I am not weak;
I am broken, and that's different.
If I cry and don't push you away,
Remember that my soul is bare
And I'm letting you hold it.
If I cry and let you clutch me close,
Remember that I need you now,
For I cannot ask for help.
If I cry,
Remember what you see,
Because I don't expose myself easily.
With a rustle, you passed by,
And I watched, breathless,
My heart pounding inside.
Your actions were precise, smooth,
And I watched, breathless,
Stunned by how you moved.
You spoke to me then,
And I listened, breathless,
Longing for your words to never end.
Your voice rang, and it carried,
While I listened, breathless,
Filled with longing and greed.
Gently, you reached out to me,
And I held, breathless,
Your hand, and I was pleased.
Strongly, I clutched tight
Your hand, and, breathless,
I watched, as you faded into night.
