Broken-Water-Puppet

Her pin scratches out her soul,                Leaving her desolate but relived.            The paper is like a bowl,                Filling up with what it could retrieve.            But neither Pen nor Paper understand,                They are just tools.            She watches from afar,                Not ever really in.            People look at her like she is tar,                Like she is of only sin.            Normal people do not understand,                They are mindless at stools.            Her beauty and brain                Rival her sadness and anger.            Family and Teachers try to be san

I saw them both. The man, Whom had much to gain But little to lose, And the tree, A giant aged beyond time But lost in the present. That tree was a good friend of mine. He would shade my soul, When the world was too bright, And calm my nerve, When everything was not right. That man, Staring up into branches And standing out of the provided shade, Was an insult. Then he, Still trying to understand the complexity of twigs, Tore at my heart with hands that bore A toy. He had gone and, In his wake, Had left marks on my Friend. I, Young and unknowledgeable, Did not understand the Simple drawing. A short Criss-Cross of

I watched him. He, A tattered green leaf, Was cling to his branch In the wind. From below, I saw how he was surrounded by Many like him, But he was alone. At the end of a branch, He had been exposed to the elements And been nibbled on by insects And birds alike. He swayed in time with Those around him, Going against his own will Just to be in the group. I saw him spin and twist, But it was too much for his Poor soul. He ripped apart from the branch and Floated away. I noticed that Not even one other leaf Seemed to care That he was gone. I walked on.

I know who I am. If I can hold onto that I will be fine. The emptiness is covered By the love, My people. I know this ceiling, And I know this floor, And I know these walls, And I know those doors, But where am I? "Hello, Brother" I do not remember your name, Or possibly Who you are at all. I want to talk with you But I cannot get the words to my mouth on time. I want to walk and dance with you, But I cannot get my legs to hold me up. Someone is holding my hand, And I am happy, As always. So I forget about the pain, But I am tired. I'm not hungry or thirsty, Why wont these people understand? I'll just go to sleep and

It snowed today. The streets were white, The ground was a blanket of white ice, And my hair was white. It snowed today. Games were played, Happiness was spread, And houses were shared. It snowed yesterday. The streets are icy, The ground now is still mostly white, And my hair is of no concern. It snowed yesterday. Things were collected, Memories were set, And houses were returned to. The sky was clear today. The streets have chunks of black snow lining them, The ground is patched with white here and there. And my hair is dry and brown. The sky was clear today. People got ready for tomorrow, Understanding sets in, And ho