The Lonely Line

Pains.

Panes,
my eyes, the window to my soul.
Drenched.
Rains.

Seek, and ye shall find.
Never your Mind.
It's all been mined.
Raped of independent thought and feeling.
Desperate to escape the lonely line.
Clocks tick by,
calendars fly.
For now, with myself, I must abide.

“Be yourself- not your idea of what you think somebody else's idea of yourself should be.” - Henry David Thoreau

Silver Sonata

Silver Sonata.

Cracked and dinged,

Cluttered and busy.

Missing pieces.

Loosely held together by adhesives that would not last forever.  

But when it appeared above the curve of the earth, the solo of it rolling along became the song of which he fell in love. It the star, the true talent, he simply wanted to be a quiet accompanist. 

He was, for a time, until the performer no longer had need for the background noise. 

Like any machine, it needed repair. Returning from the shop with a never before seen shine. 

New parts.

New paint.

Refurbished. 

Carefully restored.

As if it were a collectors item, it was hidden away. 

A glimpse not even allowed to Its fondest admirer. 

Diamonds

Under pressure, precious things can break.

Hearts full, boxes empty.

Rings, stings, strings.

Heart strings pulled.

Our minds may be plagued,

weak, and tormented.

Blade on skin, stomach empty.

The more you know,

the more you love.

Future planned

Future gone

Love banned

Incessant songs

Forgotten? Never

Misplaced? Perhaps.

The world spins madly on

while our lives collapse.

Beaten and defeated,

but just like the sun,

we will rise,

there’s no room to run.

One step forward,

two steps back.

A miscue triggers hard relapse.

We’re flawed,

but so are the best.

Who’s to say we’re any more broken than the rest?

We trip

and we stumble,

we struggle to get up

we hurt

we ache

we’re hollow

we’re blank

but so is he and she and her and him.

Life is hard.

Sure, its tough.

But to me, you’ve always been more than enough.

I see the pain in your eyes,

exhaust in each tear.

Mind clouded,

confused by irrational fear.

The world beats down angry and hard.

The end to the hurt seems further than far.

But don’t you give up.

No, not today.

Cause it’s under pressure that diamonds are made.