RavenLove66

Don't give up - Just give me the tears You can no longer cry, And I promise - I'll take it as a blessing In the memory of your life I promise that everyday Tears will fall While I think of you, And they will be for you, Not about you, So that I know Where you are now Is a happier place But if you try, You won't be broken - Let your tears Be what seals the cracks That have led you to this Reveal, don't conceal The emotion that strangles The decision you yearn to make - For then, and only then, Shall you cry and show the world You're strong enough To show your pain Instead of running away But if that's your choice, Simply remember me, and D

                Just because they will bruise your neck with pearls of metaphors; and splash palettes of colours onto your chest with reckless waves and boundless twilight. They will smear ink onto your lips as you kiss them because that is how they leave hickeys. They are wildest in their 2 a.m. diary, and liveliest in book racks of novels; they have butterflies in every heartbeat and they breathe living poems. They leave trails in libraries and coffee shops like Hansel leaves crumbs in forest and they have undying lovers because every love story is ever living in their abyssal oceans of analogies and

8 years old, hates the world torn up clothes broken dolls walking to school shoes worn to the soles 10 years old swollen eyes broken bones walking to the playground but the swings weren't made for just one 13 years old torn up pages broken heart walking to the library the escape worth the ten miles there 15 years old cut wrists broken pencil sharpeners walking to the dresser drawer razor blades calling her name 17 years old handful of pills broken bottles walking to the bar to drink the pain away 19 years old gun to her head broken life driven to the hospital, they try to save her but pain is a murderer and she's another victim

“Is there something terribly wrong with me?” I sigh and look up from my book. In the evening light my grandmother stares back at me, utterly unaware that it’s the third time she’s asked in as many minutes. Complex maps of wrinkles frame her wide eyes, each crease charting the grief, joy and laughter of a lifetime she is slowly forgetting. I look at her and I remember the wit and spark that used to punctuate her speech. I remember the way she used to strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere; how she’d find wonder in the simplicity of everyday life. Her curiosity, her sense of adventure, her love of the worl

There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn, wrist-deep in fresh soil. Her hands are birds in flight. It's late, but no one comes to take her home. The pale moon offers a silver smile - the clouds disapprove. Too tired to dream, she buries her legs in sky. Tonight she is invincible, untouchable, this frail girl beneath the stars this death in light. - There is a ghost doing handstands on my front lawn, falling to her white knees. Her stare is a pane of glass. The eyes of the living are often murky but the eyes of the gone are windows.

There once was a young weaver who worked day and night at his craft. He worked so hard, in fact, that fairy-folk and elves came from surrounding villages to see him. Butterfly-lace shirts, satin vests, and skirts made from the silvered manes of unicorns- he could take any material given him and turn it into sheets of fabric, and then again into delightful garments. At least, he liked to imagine that he could. You see, this talented, young weaver had an adventurous spirit. He never worked with the same material twice in a row, and never more than four times a month. It was too easy to get lazy that way. So, each evening, after he'd closed hi

Year 0 You are the second face to meet her eyes And though you're nothing more than a mess of colors and light Your hushed voice makes the scary new world around her Seem insignificant and small She sees you smile at Mommy, and Mommy smiles at you Everything is alright in her world Everything will be fine Year 1 You were there to catch her first words And there to help her take her first steps You are the best "horsey" in the entire world And the greatest "hide n seeker" this side of town When you leave for work, she waits for you And when you return, she screams with joy Everything is alright in her world Everything will be fine Year 5