Missing You

I miss the old you 
the one I thought I knew.
I miss the light we had
but it's all broken glass.
 
Come home to me 
like you use to do.
Wake up my dear, 
I'm still here for you.

How broken this world is 
and I'm alone in it.
But I miss the old you 
the one I thought I knew.

Grounded

Like a passionate sea violent
My heart beats against the waves
Drown me in mourning oh dove
Your flowery song that saves

I whisper to shadows my letters
The words that pound my soul
And embrace in the dark my pain
Of never obtaining my goal

Fight onward the cry and jeer
My body a broken marionette
Dance they demand and i do
But my heart will never forget

I long for the sky open and free
Wistful I stare at the birds above
Alas fate has tied me to the ground
At least you’re here too my love

Grieved Heart

Open weeping break me down
how to smile? Dust on the ground
Float away leave me here
Drifting in these tears

Left alone to stare blank
At all the passing years
Memories flow away 
Left with just my fears

You asked us to celebrate
But all I can do is break
The stream drowning me inside
May I drink and die?

Why must this hurt so much
The house so empty without you
Where is your laugh your touch
All I have are these memories

The house will empty of trace
And someday I may forget your face
And if I ever do I rather be gone now
Than to live thinking I'd forget somehow

Last breath

Bitter broken fallen glass
Shattered souls that cannot last
Melting away in the everwarming world
Cannot stand to breath the fire
The mist pierce the lungs
As bitter broken fallen glass

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Pain/Love

pain is not gentle, soft or kind
it does not caress or tender
pain is rough, rude, and callous
it is sharp and cruel and mocking
gentle is the wind of voice
gentle is the soft hand stern to guide
love takes you to good places
pain leads you to no good places

Midnight Lady

The lady of midnight
Visit me sweep me away
From this waking dream
Long for her grace again

Lady light shine on my agony
Oh Sora in winter be my spring
And I Koraki the eternal king
Lonely ever more to love thee

Sleep I must that I dream
Palaces tall caves run deep
And her raidiance all for me
Lady of midnight wait for me

Her Story

her story is painted lillies
dancing in a stilted valley
along a shattered river
with lines along the surface
leaked through dripping
and the valley bleeds
Her story is pain
anger
depression
a silence you forced on her world
How plead you?

You are Made of Magic

Rest, rest your weary head.
The day is long and never ends.
Mornings filled with dread,
But if you sleep then dream,
Of places old and magic.
Go, dear one, to the place of dragons.
The waking world is cold and cruel,
people in it lie.
Sleep and dream of fantastic things
Where pterasaurs still fly.
There you’re free of worldly care
To play in fields of flowers.
Yes there you can wile away the hours
Sleep and dream of happy things,
forget for now the misery,
for there Lady Aldra sings,
That you are filled with magic!

Well Wishes

For the flower in the east
When the sun rises slow
May you look up and smile
For love that may grow
I wish you all the joy
Comfort, eternal bliss
That one day true
You have happiness

The Brave “disability” Mom

Lookie here! it’s a mom
who wants a cookie.
So brave she is,
Her struggles oh so hard!
Wow just admire her sacrifice
but alas her b.s. it’s all a lie.
This mom just needs to retire!
Instead she schemes
And scams away.
While setting her child
on a metaphorical fire!

note: I wrote this in reply to a mom who was using her daughter to raise money on gofundme to fund ABA therapy.