Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I love Snow Globes

The ground on which I stand has been shaken,
Its too cold, dark and quiet in here,
The Snow flakes come dancing down from nowhere,
They have nowhere to go,
And nothing to say...
Occasionally one rests on your brow,
Takes away all your sorrow...

I wish life meant more to me than it does,
I wish I dwelled in a Snow Globe.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Bitter Tears

How do you describe Bitter?
Is it merely distasteful, unpleasant and disgusting?
Or is it more than that?
Have you ever tasted the words that come out of your mouth?
Do they taste bitter?
When you opened your mind and heart to see where these words came from, and all you could find is a dead self, rotten to its core.
Bitter are my words.
Bitter are my tears.
Bitter is the air around me.