Lightened Eyes
Electric fairy lights
danced on darkened
eyes.
Eyes that were neither
blue or gray,
brown or green
Eyes that instead,
flickered like the tiny flames
contained in the glassy bulbs.
Between madness and excitement
Despair and longing
Looking through the night,
With rose-tinted lenses
Embroidered with the light
of a faerie
The Sound of Our Sorrows
Walls.
Crumbling with the pain, the pressure, the power of words-
From the depths of our hearts, the rage of our lives,
What we keep hidden, bottled up in our despair.
For anyone to listen
Listen to our minds cracking from isolation
What a wall hears cannot hurt us.
After all, ears cannot speak.
The pain of misunderstanding.
Screaming, yelling,
at a significant other
a friend
a sibling
to listen to us begging for them to understand ourselves.
The pressure on ourselves.
To continue our lives as we have always had.
To ignore the hurt from others
To hope that the sound of our cries will be absorbed by the walls.
The power of words.
The ultimate push
The drive
That leads us astray from our loved ones
No, we did not mean our words.
Alas, our walls will stand
In the same time,
Place,
And moment
Listening to our lives.
Building up in front of the walls.
From childhood to beyond
Through our darkest times
Carrying us from Brokenness, to Togetherness.
Pieced together
One by one.
Thank you,
For listening
To
Us.
Crude Human
"Sir, some change please." Cold hands, pink nose. Warm heart, thin bones.
A cardboard sign with hastily scratched writing. Written with a stubby piece of charcoal, filled with the hope of a human.
Yet, this human will suffer from the indifference of others.
Brutal eyes, harsh looks. Walking past the little boy, each carrying more than $100- and no one will spare any.
To hear the rattle of coins in his rusty tin can, to hear the gentle words of hope from others. This, will be the dream.
Of a little boy and his warm heart. With cold hands, thin bones. A cardboard sign-
With written hope.
