Memory

Through a Childs eyes
Everyone is tall.
The world is filled with Magic,
the possibilities too numerous to count.

I remember...

When dropping an ice cream was tragic,
and light up shoes made us cool.
Climing trees, we built forts out of blankets,
and told stories beneath the stars.
Before makeup covered our identities,
before hair gel shielded our untamed hair

We were ourselves always,
when laughter was genuine, and a smile made a friend.
When fights were cured with a simple "I'm sorry,"
and when hugs healed every pain.

This was when the tears in our clothes were not store bought.
A time when originality reigned.

I remember...

Wishing to see above the counters.
Placing teeth under the softeness of a pillow
and waking to find it magically replaced by a dollar.
Happy meals were our food of choice,
when we hated to comb our hair,
and having a parent comb it was the worst pain ever felt.

This was before dirty jokes made sense.
When cuss words were shocking,
and crying was ok.
This was when innocence reigned.
When looks didn't matter,
and when we could just be.
When life was simple.

Insanity Pool

Insanity pool
one drip
falling into a deep hole
like acid rain
trickling into an open wound

another day of agony
one more night of pain
driven by insanity
there is no gain
same old story
characters all the same
writing songs about tears and sadness
hoping someday things will change

no on'es ever there
except the one
who never left
Staying by our side
through all the times we felt alone

feeling so bare
stripped of our innocence
abused
used
and left alone in the dark to bleed

we all feel it
can't deny it
wanting so bad to be freed

kneeling on the harsh ground of depression
puffy eyed
we make our confession

crying on an invisible shoulder
over another shameful transgression
we pray for a new beginning
better times
nicer ways
wanting just to be okay

so scared
what if I'm not good enough?
classified as "quiet"
when I am merely silent
so much to say
but can't seem to let it out
I retreat to my sanctuary
beatin by myself
here I stand again
as my eyes start to wander

I am alone
to no fault but my own
as I listen to the many words being said
my mind drifts
into another dimention
into a place that is all my own
I am alone
to no fault but my own

no one to judge my thoughts
because it is never said
no one to know what I feel
because it is never shown

I am simply here
I retreat to my quiet place
a place that is all my own
into my safe zone
afraid of what they'll say
but more afraid of what I'll say

I am alone
to no fault but my own
classified as "quiet"
when I am merely silent