Eclipsed Fears Throw Stars

I'm talking to myself and I'm talking to the tears.
I'm wishing it was you I'm talking to, but you're not here.
I sleep but I don't rest.
My dreams play like nightmares.
and, in all honesty, I'm cursing this in protest.

I can feel and they can see
my hearts' violence affecting me.
We're watching its contusion spreading with my tears
and, yet, it's bravery begins to eclipse my fears.

It's our kiss--the sound of my heart.
It's your words--they echo in my mind.
I know Jesus--He calms storms and throws stars, so
I'll bet He understands a heart like mine.

Love Hurts

Peace is coming.
I see the horizons' edge.
It's almost numbing.
Angry reflections throwing oranges and reds.

I'm fading into quiet, just
waiting to hear the still in silence,
to feel the touch of calm
on my heart from Your Hands' caress.

Touch me where it hurts.
I trust You to.
Even if I cringe at first,
I trust You can heal me so
he can touch me where I hurt.
I trust him, too.
Even when I cringe at first
I'm trusting in You
to let me let him love me, and
to let him hold me when it hurts.

The Coffee Poem

The irony found in a tall, skinny, vanilla latte.
It's nothing too complicated, really
just so long as you're sure to speak clearly.
Cut the fat, only give me the whole-skim-truth.
You'll find I can handle that, just not being used.

She stands five-foot-twelve, barefoot,
with a couple rip-ups in her jeans.
He's all Americano,
with future thought and ambitions' dreams.
They're so good for each other
so why's her heart bleeding down his sleeve?

Uneducated assumptions shape the judgment of fools and
some search a little longer to find there is no recipe for rules.
Predictably unpredictable.
Perhaps to a fault, she's a bit to fanciful.
Who knows if they even know what the hell they're looking for.

What she's got she knows is hard to find
so she'll keep you forever
if you've got that kind of time.

First Kiss

I admit, I am fearlessly afraid
my words may too soon remind this moment to fade.
When you kissed my lips, with my mouth so full of questions
did you know you stole my breath? shaming all my expectations?
My heartbeat beat me helpless
as silent tears began to fill my eyes.
I hope their falling reassured you,
they were my joy running wild.
Just like the waves, they mercilessly did roll
as your incoming tide revealed my shore.
When your hands held me near they moved my soul,
as if their grasp were necessary to keep me close.

If I were to fall from the top of this world,
gravity could not match the strength that pulls me into you.
Day in and breathe out...
As predictable as with each kiss the sun gives its earth,
you are my first.
If you don't, you should know now,
you're the only one who has enough of me to break my heart.

Hot Tears

Little girl, your eyes are dark.
They've turned from green to black.
I don't think you meant to break your heart
while you tried to forget the past.

Your pretty smile turned cynical.
Your fists clenched in self-defense.
Your claws came out when words were critical.
Your jaw was set to take the hit.

But, when it came to blows
you didn't know you had that kinda fight.
You may've been hit square on the nose
but, through hot tears you realized:

Their barks worse than their bite.

Untitled

I feel a new beginning.
Here's to hoping and wishing.
Praying and dreaming.
Here's to a new kind of pain.
Scars that aren't bleeding.
The broken that is healing.

Skylines of Beauty

Frisco's got a melancholy that's lovely.
Hollywoods' lights don't shine like the promise of their movies.
And New Yorks' street aren't at all clean in reality.

A dreamers naiive courage make-believes skylines of beauty.
Smoke to hope. Drink to play. Dying to eat but living for glamor.
All so unattractively unfulfilling.