Always an almost

Not as good as the rest

There was never anything I could do

That someone couldn't do better

Ask them all, and they'll say

It's not bad, it doesn't matter

But it does to me

"The best" just inches away

Yet "best" I could never be

Mirrors Shatter

There's nothing worse than this place

A hideous photograph

An ugly face

And mirrors shatter

Children will cry

Leaves will shrivel

They all die

Same

You're sitting alone in your room

In the dark

You and your monitor

The screen the only light

And you sit in your three by four space that you're conscious to

The music parting you from society

That cyber Solitare separating you

Even further

And you're waiting

Waiting for someone

Anyone

To reply to something you had typed

Ages ago

You sit

You wait

Your mouse clicking away

Checking, sighing, waiting

It never dawns on you

This is what you do

This is what you'll be doing tomorrow

Reading from phantoms

D-E-A-T-H

451208

That's my number

Between 12965 and 52051492025

I'll be lowered down

Into darkness

It's not any different

From the time I moved about

                freely

Nail that slider shut

Not rain nor sunshine

                        penetrate

My action was not so great

But neither a mistake

Carve that truthful code

Into the door without a river

                 of remorse

My number is me now

451208

Crimson Crier

That's what you do day in and day out

Sit there and pout

For life isn't a great thing

And I am your friend with a great grin

Try it, Crimson Crier

Go a little higher

Not there; you haven't hit the mark

Wrong; go again from the start

Now you've got it

Your carpet, red tint it

O, but what do you care?

It's them that weren't fair

You'll fall to the floor

You can't hear them yell anymore

Left Behind

Lying on the cold, dead grass

Her destination

As far away as the sky

And getting farther

Lonliness will slowly consume her

And make her like the grass

Cold, dead, and left behind

Would You?

If I said the world was flat and thin

Would you just as easily give in?

Or would you sail to the ends of the Earth

With bits of bravery in your grin?

If I said they all lied to you

Would you say that's a lie I coo?

Or would you search all over

For the one person that is true?

If I said there is death all around

Would you accept the truth I had found?

Or would you laugh in my face

And tell me that's quite profound?

If I said you live in the best of places

Would you then see no quail between the races?

Or would you look to the East

And show me all those sad faces?

If I said you should think on your own today

Would you nod and blindly obey?

Or would you tell me that

You do just that every single day?

Painting Pictures with Words

Painting pictures in your mind

A fabulous fantasy you will find

A young, yellow sun

A rain ready to run

Hawks hiding for the right moment

Gliding gracefully from the summit

Jewelry jiggling from your wrist

Holding sizzling cider you can't resist

Popping pompous bubbles in air

Above lovely lillies pretty and fair

And dainty daisies dancing for us

These fair fields reign victorious

You oppose these open doors

Only looking lonely at the floors 

What is True Love?

Parallel
We all walk our own crystal path
We walk alone through space
I
Can make my own light
Through the darkness
I can see others’ lights
Though they are far and distant
They fly through space
Slow
And then quick
I can feel their radiance
That small flicker of heat
Effecting my path slightly
Though this void is like a tunnel
Separating us
Like thick walls, it now seems
I had walked through space alone
For I had not seen you there
Behind me
Until you caught up
You were so close
I could feel your hand
Brush up against mine
You were walking the path parallel to mine
And your light
Illuminates this tunnel
It brightens this path that had once
Been dull
That had once
Separated me
From all the other lights
Now, please
Do not fledge on ahead
Bright, shooting star
Your radiance
Your path
Now guides this one’s path