She Draws A Smile

She held it up to her Spirit
A tear flows down her cheek
A marker in her hand
Her eyes bright, and clouded

Black ink
Across her face
Her hair pink
All out of place

Her eyebrows furrowed
A lisp of hair
She takes her marker
Draws with care

Her hand slender
Her grasp soft
Now she holds
Destiny in her hand.



Joint poem - Whitedove and Cococ.

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Theres a slight sound playing

That is right we were

And I was happy

Elated, full on with

Something

Like a build up

To something else

But then

I realised

That really

There was no one

In this world

That could help

Except me

There were comments

Many

When I started thinking

About it

Then I realised

How important I was

A tingle

Just how important

And it was

So simple in

The end

When before

I did not have this

So I had to let you go

So I could go forward

Into what I was thinking about

And that makes me

Cry.

Because what I had to move onto

Was me.

Concrete

Blue clouds

Writing in the sky

A small room

You walk in

Happy

The door is closed

You really don’t know what

Is really the fuss

You see his face

Its bad news

He asks you to sit

Your mind screams

He has something in his hands

This can’t be good

What you have gone through

Is telling you how bad it is

And you cry

You get up

And run

And run

And run

How can your own

Body betray you

Why does it have to happen

To me

And I collapse to the

Concrete

And Cry

Knowing

There is no escape

No escape

Just no escape

And you pick yourself

Up and continue

With the screaming in your head

The constant screaming

It becomes silence it is so loud

You pause

You cry more

You pause

And the screaming comes back

They give you a million things

To do

But the screaming is there….

For

You know

There is no cure

Lost Red Clouds

A little boy stands solidly against the white wall

Telling you, what is wrong

Making mistakes, you remind him

Of what is correct

His leg moves about

He forgets things

Does he know what is coming

Does he know the pain you just went through

Does he understand the anguish

In getting to where he was?

He did not know

Is he blaming me?

A little girl sits on the bed

Going through the same stuff as always

And after all the reading

And all the people

He sits there and dumbfounded

Does not know

He had just done something

Standing there

Watching the tears

For there

Is no answers, no understanding

Just lost red clouds in the sky

The Snow Flake

Soft; it rides the wind
So chrystaline does it shine
A tear from heaven

The sun dips slowly
Rotating forward; it dies
Drifts through the mountain

The snowflake lifts fine
And moves slowly on her palm
Sitting upright tall

She touches it fast
The flake folds in her soft hand
Dying, the girl cries

Comparing the flake
To her internal sadness
Melts slowly inside

Ice Tear Drop

She sits alone near the lake

Once happy here

The seasons change

And it is surrounded

By dead trees

And frosted nights

She revisited

In hopes, that the

Lake had unfrozen

That the waters shone again

But all that was left

Was her tear drop

Sliding across the ice.