Poem Collection: Two Faced

Hands of Time
Running against the hands of time,
no where to turn to,
and no where to hide.

I am left unarmed.
Unable to defend.

What has happened?
Don’t you know?


Fix My Hand
You don’t seem to understand,
You are the one that holds the cards,
You are the one who can push the button.

My fate rests in your hands,
as cliche as it sounds,
you can send me over the edge.
Yet for some reason I-

still fight to stay by your side.

You could put an end
to it all.
You, the card dealer,
can end it all.
Just say the word,
and I’ll let go.

But know this, card dealer,
while these may be the cards
that you have given me,
you can still make the hand better.

I can show you if you want me to.
You just have to ask me,
how?


I Was Fine
Until you opened your mouth,
we were laughing,
our sides were hurting.

And for a moment we were all fine.
We all got along,
the anger, and the tension, and the hate-
it was all gone.

But you had to open your mouth.
And the truth came out.
Laughter turned to tears,
and scowls,
and locked doors 

with lights off.

In the darkness we hide,
behind walls we cry.

I’ll see you in the morning.


Two Faced
People have two faces-
They trap you in a corner.

She came quick with comfort and support
soaring in. Drawing me out of the corner
replacing the walls with,
hands to hold,
and laughs to share.

Her departure was prolonged
and slowly the walls faded back
stronger and higher.
Her hands were ripped away,
and the corner became colder.
Her laughs were no longer comforting,
but a harsh reminder of the other mask, 

the one she wore just for me.


The Greater Descend
Challenges in life are sometimes hard to forget,
now it can be a good thing:
teaching us lessons, and making us stronger
or it can just be another scar,
one more for the collection, one more to hide, 

one more reminder of just how weak
humans are, just how weak you are.

You let yourself slip down to the tiled floor
slow and steady, the harsh cold serves as a reminder
of how far you’ve fallen.

Some may turn around and say,
“Well, then the only place for you to go is up”
but I say,
“If there is room for you to rise,
there is room for you to fall”.

And I’m not being pessimistic,
it is called being realistic
because the world lives in a balance,
which means our choices must be balanced.

So don’t tell me,
while I’m huddled in the corner on the tiled floor,
that there is no place for me to fall,
because I love a challenge,
and I will show you just how much farther
I can really fall.