Cast Your Stones

 

Cast your stones

 

Glass house, 

Cast your stones.

 

Come one,

Come all,
Cast your stones.

 

Kick the door,

Go inside,

Watch your step, 

Cast your stones.
 

 

The glass had one side,

Opened eyes,

A fun house could not survive,

Shattered mirrors never lied, 

Cast your stones.

 

Pulling a Titanic

When that ship you’re on is sinking,


and you’re fighting to stay afloat.

You have to just keep swimming,


even if it’s for you both.

They’re thrashing, pushing under,
 

you are the only hope.


A raft at last you climb upon,
 

they’re too exhausted from the fear.

Thankful heart, bright star night light,


makes you think back on your life.


The one that’s treading water is done,


their flame has died, their spark won’t light. 

So you pry their frozen heart off yours,


and try not to cry your final farewell.

Release them back into the darkness,


the sky from which they fell.

Watch them sink and sink and sink,


until they fade and disappear.


You know you did all that you could,


for there was room for two.

 

Your heart will go on!

Flawlessly Imperfect

Tell me all my flaws, I know the list well.
I see more than you ever will.
How could I be the one to forget?

To neglect the reflection is simply inevitable.
Mirrors seem to highlight every imperfection.
Windows are nagging at all abnormalities.

Selfies distorting an image that's taunting.
Haunting distortion is clearly exhausting!
Flaunting all flaws and past mistakes.

Emotionally drained from suppressed salty tears and repressed rants of rage.
Regret, can't you see the regret?
Choices I've made, but for most I'm not to blame.

If the sun would not rise I could maybe get by.
This shadow follows me everywhere.
Baggage burdened with every step.

Scars fade, wounds heal, bruises soon disappear.
But these memories are burned into my brain,
My soul aches in pain.

I'm fighting a battle within that I'm afraid will soon win!
Physically fine!
This smile is my mask.

Strangers on facebook mocking and taunting.
Fake friends on street meets smile in secret.
I'm desperately hoping this act is deceiving!

Acting...
What did I do to deserve such a role...
The role of someone who's been taken for granted, up, down, and sideways.

Beaten by words, hands, and ultimately left for dead...
Do you know?
No?

So next time you judge this book at first glance:
Take one more second, just open the cover.
Date and times of pain and misery stamped into the back of my memory.

Place your stamp, check me out, if you dare.
But keep your distance from the library.
The pain of my past has heighten my insanity.

My story is still being written, you see.
If you're not the happily ever after...
You might just be the next chapter!