Light

It's hard not to want what feels so right
It's hard to find patience for the light
Feeling like Icarus reaching for the sun
But too afraid I'll fade into no one
The darkness has started shrouding all
The brightness fading the further I fall
Fiery fingertips recalling heated memory
A constant reminder of what could be

White Flag.

There is an oppression in obsession

The refusal to let go of what you know
Will hurt you 
It eats you alive everytime
but you survive one cycle
just to start again
You give away your heart
to something that seems so sublime
Because maybe "this time" you'll be wrong
You stand against the tide of truth
Seeming strong, knowing all along
You're going to drown in disappointment
You duel your heart against your mind
Hoping to find the heart the winner
You fight not to the death
But to the pain
Each tortured memory
a drop of blood red rain
Yet you keep on handing it over
Bits of bloody heart
Pulled apart and stapled back together
A few chunks missing here and there
The sight of it too hard to bare
But there it is in your open palm
Hoping someone will come along
With heart shine and gauze
not caring about the cause
only the solution to your heartache
But when they do, they learn of their mistake
They find your eyes
Still looking at your last demise
Haunted by who came before
but they aren't there anymore
Now they're just another missing piece
that has destroyed your heart shaped masterpiece
an open palm holds your hopes and dreams
but its too tattered and ripped at the seams
for you to bare the thought to share

I am...

I am shattered glass... 

Each shard a reflection
Showing a sharper side to me
A kaleidoscope of colors
Culminating into a
Stained glass built of scars
I am beauty in pain...
Bruises faded by time
Creating a unique rorschach piece
In awe, you stare and wonder
What each whirling section
Means for the whole
I am the broken box of Pandora...
The hope left at the bottom
A hand outstretched in the dark
Burning my fingertips
With shrinking match sticks
So you can see the way
I am the rock in the quicksand...
As you sink you feel me there
And your racing heart beings to soften
Knowing there's a place to land
That will keep you from your
Overwhelming fate.

Scars and Glue

I handed my heart 
to a man 
with rough hands 
one day
And it got so scarred and broken 
That it ran away.
Now I give out empty air
Hoping someone new
Will come along
With hands that are strong
And build a new heart
With a hammer and glue

A 10

I am not a 10. 
I have curves in the wrong place 
I have acne on my face. 
I am not a 10. 
My eyes carry luggage
My heart carries baggage
I am not a 10.
I am plain to the masses
I am strange to the asses
I am not a 10.
My hair doesnt flow
My eyes do not glow.
I am not a 10.
I can make you laugh til you cry
I can make you want to try
I am not a 10.
My smile is perfection
My arms show affection
I am not a 10.
I love hard but with caution
I never let loved ones be forgotten
I am not a 10.
My face may not be ideal
My body may lack appeal.
But I am not a 10.
I am more than some stupid score.
I am someone you can adore.