Cry. Bleed.

Trickles of my soul
crawl steadily down my face
some might call them tears
but I know it's simply liquid pieces
of my soul leaking out
Trickles of my love
crawl steadily from my arm
some might call it blood
but I know it's simply liquid pieces
of my love leaking out
Liquid pieces of scarlet and diamond
they fall to the ground
my heart and soul
mixing together
portraying the true me
through pain and sorrow

Driving Home From Boston..

Driving down the highway
snow whips in small storms
around your small car

The Coldest Heart blares from the CD player
Jack Frost plays outside
but inside I crank up the heat

A smile tugs at my lips
I steal a glance
at your impassive face
I wonder what you're thinking
but the question never forms

Your blue eyes
focusing so intently on the road
suddenly flick to mine
you crack a joke
making me laugh

Darkness creeps across the sky
and before I know it
the light is gone

Sliding down in my seat
I listen to the music
cut through your car

My breath fogs up the window
as I watch the snow
fall from the dark sky

The day is almost over
soon I will be home
and the drive to Boston
will be but a distant memory
for the both of us

The Game.

Dedicated to Hannah

Feet pounding
the roar is in her ears
eyes focused
break away from the pack

!
gain an advantage
twist and turn
she's in front

!
possessed on the inside
determination is fierce
doesn't let anyone get in her way

!
the sidelines scream
feet deftly moving
sweat dripping
mud flies

!
time stops
it's all slow motion
a dull pounding in her ears

!
all is hushed
all are watching

!
the enemy fails to recover
as she slams her foot into the ball
power pulsing
it cuts through the air

!
the goalie never had a chance
fans erupting
the scoreboard explains the excitement

!
shaking with fatigue
a grin on her face
she raises her fist

!
heads held low
the enemy walks away in defeat
victory is sweet

A Tide of Pain

How can I explain how I feel?
This aching pain inside me
that threatens to overpower

.
The pain is a tide
pulling me under
I try to drown
but somehow I cannot

.
I'm on the verge of dying
but never truly there
the sharp needle
scraping across my skin
is only momentary pleasure

.
The pain I feel on the outside
with the beat of my heart
cannot hide the unseeing pain on the inside
blood trickles down my arm
mixing with my falling tears

.
I've tried so hard to refuse
what I am becoming
but all in vain

.
The pain is a tide
pulling me under
I try to drown
but somehow I cannot

.
I succumb to the needle again
but now there are no tears
only blood
slowly a sigh drifts from my parted lips
the fight is leaving me

.
I don't want to resist anymore
my heart is losing
the end is near
I become nothing
drifting on a tide of pain