Message to HER

Her face is tattooed on the back of my eyelids,
No one to blame that was something I did,
All on my own--so I could see her when I'm all alone,
Last night I even dreamed I was on a throne and she was next to me like empress of Rome!!

Where I Call Home

Where living is like a prison and freedom is when you die,
Where every breath is costly so you can't afford to sigh
Where tears freeze into icicles when you begin to cry,
Where the top of the planet meets the bottom of the sky,...is where I call home,
Because where I call home has been entrenched by a poverty and itched in stone,
Then that very every same stone was picked up and thrown at the stained glass walls of where I call home,
My home shattered and I was left prone to feeling all alone,
My heart needs a loan so I could build a replica and clone my old home,
My old home has shown me how much I've grown,
When lost it's human nature to return to what you've known,
BUT I've out grown it in so many ways,
To the point where I'm no longer afraid of my next phase,
So I'm breaking ground on a new home,
Feel free to visit BUT only when you've grown!!!

Raindrops

Raindrops fall and cleanse my soul,
Raindrops wash away my past,
Raindrops soak away the sorrow,
Raindrops drown the misfortune,
Raindrops fill my cup with optimism,
So I look up to the sky as the raindrops fall on me

Leaf

I feel as naive as the leaf that bares a belief--of never falling,
Gravity is against me the breeze so appalling--under the moonlight I hear the foliage calling,
I wake up a different color everyday--I was once so vivid now I'm slowly turning gray,
BUT I'LL BE REBORN ONE DAY!!,
It's the cycle of 4 seasons--that nurture the roots of my reasons,
FOR BEING!!