The Art of Writing

Things are made to touch
Words are made to read
If you want to change the world
Pick up a pen and bleed

Tears weep from the eye
A dry pod drops a seed
Thoughts are locked within a mind
Pick up a pen and bleed

Everyone is born
As creatures of great need
Ink is man's most patient friend
Pick up a pen and bleed

J~

I'm Sorry

‘I’m sorry’ is not a band-aid
To affix on every lie
‘I’m sorry’ bleeds from fingertips
And teardrops in your eye

‘I’m sorry’ is not a small, crass word
To remedy a failure
‘I’m sorry’ does not retrieve past hurt
A dagger to re-injure

‘I’m sorry’ with its over-use
Seems to have lost its purpose
‘I’m sorry’ does not add a ‘but’
For then its rendered useless

Janet~

Telling the Truth

These tears are not for you
They have nothing to do with your leaving
And I am not that blue
There’s no reason to be grieving
For the want of you
Believe me, it is true
No, these tears are not for you

These tears are all for me
They really are quite pointless now
Wouldn’t you agree?
But I can’t seem to stop somehow
I’m not lonely, can’t you tell
My life is actually quite swell
Dang, I never could tell untruths very well

J~

Invisible Masterpiece

As silent and stunningly spectacular
As lightning in the sky
Soundless, it’s surrender
As a falling butter-fly
Or the silver kiss of midnight dew
Crowning each blade of grass
Rib-caged, a wild and phantom spew
Erupts, like scarlet glass
But no one takes a picture
Of this priceless work of art
Or beholds in riveting horror
The carnage of a heart

J~

Observations on Love

It’s not what you tell me that hurts me the most
Though truth can be brutal and bitter to taste
It’s what you don’t tell me that cuts to the core
Without trust, love is simply a futile waste

It’s not what you do that charms me most deeply
Though love shown in action is precious indeed
It’s what you don’t do when you could embellish my weakness
That tells me you love me beyond your own need

If you think I’m in need of designer affection
I have one thing to say, and I intend no hurt
But without tender respect, you can keep your advances
Love in the bedroom begins in the dirt

J~

Farewell's Agony

Drag your fingers o’er my heart
For it will not come apart
Tease me with your wild half-grin
And that dimple on your chin

Touch me with your whispered word
Soft as weeping willows stirred
Lavish me with all your charms
Draw me closer in your arms

Trust me with your deepest grief
Love me beyond all belief
Let me linger in your eye
Oh, but do not say good-bye

Love me, love me till I cry
Oh, but do not say good-bye
Alas, I see with clarity
Love is farewell’s agony

J~

Supposition

I’d like to think that next time would be different
And in the end it wouldn’t be the same
I’d like to think maybe I’d learned my lesson
And I’d find someone new to take the blame
But as I look into the mirror, void of any hint of youth
The answer becomes clearer; cold and bitter, ugly truth

I’d like to think maybe I’d be less stubborn
And time would mellow you a little too
But life is simply history repeated
And in the end there’s really nothing new
I’d like to think that next time I’d be much wiser
But youth has barred the door;a heartless miser

Janet~

Healing

Memories bleed in profuse silence
From the wound within her chest
Love has shattered her resilience
This is heartache at its best

Tears are but a tiny hemorrhage
Of the gulf tearing within
What can bind a wretched heartache?
But to forgive and love again



J~

Spectacular Silence

Little did you know as you walked by
You tore her heart from her chest
With the blink of an eye

You touched it for a moment; a trite distraction
Ignoring the aftermath
Wrought by rejection


You did not hear the deafening sound
Of hope erupting
In spectacular heartbreak, to the ground


J~