"HOPE FLOATS"

Chances are I will frown until morning light,
until my dreams are never met.
Chances are I will bleed onto here,
and never dare to speak of my fears.

Chances are this will be a silent cry,
no one will beg for the truth.
Chances are my branches will fall,
and the rain will pick up without stall.

Chances are the seasons won't change,
a grand cycle of memories to never fade.
Chances are I will not want to let go,
with nobody to understand why I refuse to grow.

Chances are I will still get angry,
to him as I bleed alone feeling robbed.
Chances are I will talk back to others,
who speak of my worth like a repeated song.

Chances are I will drown myself,
in protecting your spirit and our love.
Chances are like it was before,
I will get to a point where I cannot take this anymore.


CHANCES ARE-- BOB SEGER & MARTINA MCBRIDE
"All the rules of logic don't apply
I long to see you in the night
Be with you 'til morning light

I remember clearly how you looked
The night we met
I recall your laughter and your smile
I remember how you made me
Feel so at ease
I remember all your grace and your style

And now you're all I long to see
You've come to mean so much to me

Chances are I'll see you
In my dreams tonight
You'll be smiling like the night we met
Chances are I'll hold you and I'll offer
All I have

You're the only one I can't forget
Baby you're the best I've ever met"

Release

Demons invade the lump on the cushions;
once the fluorescent light encompasses her whole,
the grapes ferment even further inside the veins
creating fusion combining fabric and soul.

The melody persists to push her down;
she doesn't mind the sappy slashes to her heart--
it already whimpers to the stars
hoping he will return to mend the part.

But time ticks away despite her wading;
she continues to tread without feeling,
too lazy to dry off her life deprivation
while kneeling for an approval on motivation.

She feels too much and does too little;
she simply feels chaos expanding her bones,
furious at failure and engulfing emotions,
yearning to inhale the love that didn't need any reasons.

Today, another day

I simply miss you. Days utterly go by, piercing time into my heart. How has it been a year since I have looked into your eyes? I hate straining to see your face behind mine. I swore I felt you today, so many tickles to the neck; a brush here, a brush there. After peaking around my back, I wondered what I was searching for. I am still crazy for you; you still give me chills within the passion trails through those memories. Without control, you come into my mind every time it starts to settle its waves. "There is no time line," my therapist says. But how do I escape the fear of time monopolizing on my footsteps? I continue to stand still, too scared to miss what is now never a possibility, too scared to open the door and step foot outside where you are no longer. Our story cannot be experienced by any but our own. And our own, is my own to carry. To have one love of your life is a fairytale, to know I will forever have two, is an unprecedented blessing.

My World

Look at her over there,
standing so low underneath solemn light
caressing her spine peaking out.

Is that a tear I see?
I think it splashed the concrete
awakening the vast tunnel behind her.

Her profile is so depressing;
she is a motionless noodle
slinking below the ground.

What is she doing on the floor?
She must enjoy cuddling with dirt,
twirling her fingers with a close friend.

Her dress is all messy,
the white is blurring to black
erasing innocence within the stitches.

Where did she go?
Whispering 'hello' to the tunnel,
the echo answers the child.