10-05-2009, 06:15 PM
I found these, and I figured I should post them here as he had lots of friends here.
Masks
I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry
Your voice so sad, so tired, so dead,
just like you are inside
Those masks you present to the world,
the exterior that isn't real
Which mask are you wearing now, my dear?
To hide how you really feel.
The public mask, with the false smile
that never quite reaches your eyes.
The one that only stretches your lips
as you struggle not to cry
The I'm alright, I'm really fine mask,
that you use to push people away,
to not answer the questions
that haunt you night and day
Or the mask I see in my nightly dreams,
that reflects the turmoil inside
as your soul is eaten piece by piece
and your spirit has all but died
How many masks do you wear?
Or don't you even know?
Do you even know the real you now?
Or was she the first to go?
Piece by piece you have given away
most of who you are.
The bit that's left is hidden well
protected by your scars
I cried myself to sleep because
the masks were all I could see.
The mask was that in your voice last night
when you first talked to me
Towards the end the mask was gone,
The voice was yours, and real.
The voice I know and love to hear
the one no mask can steal
I know the masks will soon be in place
to keep the world at bay.
But remember this my beautiful sister,
you will never push me away.
So hide behind your masks, my dear
and do what you have to do.
I will be there when you have need of me
to love and stand by you.
Death
Icy winds scream, banshee-like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears.
Tears I cannot let loose,
for the stranglehold of grief and anger in my throat.
Unvoiced pain lances through me as I watch the recently turned earth
shiver, crumble, slide, trickle
before the onslaught of the wind.
And still I cannot grieve
Your headstone newly minted, words slashed on its surface,
gleams in the failing light.
Proclaiming to the world lost hope and love,
screaming of your death.
I sink to my knees, tears drowning my eyes,
damming the grief within me.
Sobs crowd my chest, blocking breath,
leaving me gasping and clawing for air
A hand floats down and rests on my shoulder.
It grips tightly, comfortingly,
as its partner gently stokes my hair, smashing the wall inside me,
and I fall apart
Burning, fiery tears stream, flood from my eyes,
etching scalding trails on my cheeks,
searing my throat, my heart, and I wail,
as the storm clouds shatter
Lightning splinters the dark furious sky.
Thunder smashes the silence, deafening me
as pent up grief, and feelings of betrayal
sear through me, and threaten my sanity
Rain hammers upon my bent head and shaking shoulders.
The hand holding me grips tighter,
anchoring me to the ground, keeping me there
as grief and fury threaten to break me
A warm body wraps me in its safety, enclosing me.
Arms, strong and comforting, enfold me
and a beloved and loving voice
urges me to let go
The storm rages overhead. Obscurity almost complete,
save for the jagged lightning splitting the dark.
The thunder crashes, the force of it stunning me
and the rain pours down, battering me.
I howl, I rage, I scream out in the agony of loss and anger.
I beat my breast, and rip out my hair
as sobs erupt, spewing out and burning the air,
and I convulse with hurt, quaking.
The storm, its passion spending, lessens its ferocity.
The thunder booms gently, quietly.
The rain slows, falling almost tenderly,
caressing and soothing me now.
The tears slow, the screams mute and cease,
as blessed release loosens the choking in my chest.
I weep gently now
allowing my grief to flow through me.
I lay my head upon the chest beneath me,
tears falling softly
as the storm within and without passes,
leaving peace and silence in its wake.
Sobs hitch and subside as tiredness engulfs me.
Strong arms lift me, cradle me; protect me,
holding me closely, gently, as I close my eyes,
and sleep.
One day I will weep no more when I think of you.
I will smile as memories unfold.
But for now my sorrow is too raw, the loss too soon
and I will grieve once more
Masks
I cried myself to sleep last night.
Your visit made me cry
Your voice so sad, so tired, so dead,
just like you are inside
Those masks you present to the world,
the exterior that isn't real
Which mask are you wearing now, my dear?
To hide how you really feel.
The public mask, with the false smile
that never quite reaches your eyes.
The one that only stretches your lips
as you struggle not to cry
The I'm alright, I'm really fine mask,
that you use to push people away,
to not answer the questions
that haunt you night and day
Or the mask I see in my nightly dreams,
that reflects the turmoil inside
as your soul is eaten piece by piece
and your spirit has all but died
How many masks do you wear?
Or don't you even know?
Do you even know the real you now?
Or was she the first to go?
Piece by piece you have given away
most of who you are.
The bit that's left is hidden well
protected by your scars
I cried myself to sleep because
the masks were all I could see.
The mask was that in your voice last night
when you first talked to me
Towards the end the mask was gone,
The voice was yours, and real.
The voice I know and love to hear
the one no mask can steal
I know the masks will soon be in place
to keep the world at bay.
But remember this my beautiful sister,
you will never push me away.
So hide behind your masks, my dear
and do what you have to do.
I will be there when you have need of me
to love and stand by you.
Death
Icy winds scream, banshee-like, across the ground
as laden clouds gather, ready to shed their tears.
Tears I cannot let loose,
for the stranglehold of grief and anger in my throat.
Unvoiced pain lances through me as I watch the recently turned earth
shiver, crumble, slide, trickle
before the onslaught of the wind.
And still I cannot grieve
Your headstone newly minted, words slashed on its surface,
gleams in the failing light.
Proclaiming to the world lost hope and love,
screaming of your death.
I sink to my knees, tears drowning my eyes,
damming the grief within me.
Sobs crowd my chest, blocking breath,
leaving me gasping and clawing for air
A hand floats down and rests on my shoulder.
It grips tightly, comfortingly,
as its partner gently stokes my hair, smashing the wall inside me,
and I fall apart
Burning, fiery tears stream, flood from my eyes,
etching scalding trails on my cheeks,
searing my throat, my heart, and I wail,
as the storm clouds shatter
Lightning splinters the dark furious sky.
Thunder smashes the silence, deafening me
as pent up grief, and feelings of betrayal
sear through me, and threaten my sanity
Rain hammers upon my bent head and shaking shoulders.
The hand holding me grips tighter,
anchoring me to the ground, keeping me there
as grief and fury threaten to break me
A warm body wraps me in its safety, enclosing me.
Arms, strong and comforting, enfold me
and a beloved and loving voice
urges me to let go
The storm rages overhead. Obscurity almost complete,
save for the jagged lightning splitting the dark.
The thunder crashes, the force of it stunning me
and the rain pours down, battering me.
I howl, I rage, I scream out in the agony of loss and anger.
I beat my breast, and rip out my hair
as sobs erupt, spewing out and burning the air,
and I convulse with hurt, quaking.
The storm, its passion spending, lessens its ferocity.
The thunder booms gently, quietly.
The rain slows, falling almost tenderly,
caressing and soothing me now.
The tears slow, the screams mute and cease,
as blessed release loosens the choking in my chest.
I weep gently now
allowing my grief to flow through me.
I lay my head upon the chest beneath me,
tears falling softly
as the storm within and without passes,
leaving peace and silence in its wake.
Sobs hitch and subside as tiredness engulfs me.
Strong arms lift me, cradle me; protect me,
holding me closely, gently, as I close my eyes,
and sleep.
One day I will weep no more when I think of you.
I will smile as memories unfold.
But for now my sorrow is too raw, the loss too soon
and I will grieve once more