MosaicEmotion

When you are tired, When you are weary, You need only turn to me. For you, I will rend apart the heavens, For you, I will defy time and space. For you, I will raise my fists, A titanic refusal to give up, to give in. You need only turn to me. For my arms will be your fortress, My heart will be your home. My words will fill and warm you, and my body yours to hold. You need only turn to me. Within me there are changes, A cavalcade of faces. Parts of me once locked away, Or damaged once and hid. For you have wrought a metamorphosis And made me turn to you. Now all I ask, My dearest request, Is only that you listen. In your trou

Anchor'd in a placid bay, All tumult stilled and silent Arms that surge with newfound strength, A heart that pounds and aches. Where once storms would wreck and damage Now there is strength, stillness. For one who needed movement, always With understanding of peace, came a love for it And yet, a lust for adventure, A need and a drive to see not the world, just the parts of it that contain things most precious Places where the likes of Aphrodite and Hestia trod Leaving behind the likes of love and family behind the world has never seen For pieces of life that once were enigma Are now knowledge that fill, and provide strength the knowle

I have seen the light and been changed I have swallowed it whole, and burned from the inside out, I have burned the memory into my mind, my soul, and the inside of my chest And every time I see it again, my chest burns with the recollection. I have watched the light I have watched it touch every corner of my dark places And swallow it whole As if somehow, in some twisted world, It is the light that needs me, and not the inverse. I have seen the light and been changed, As warmth and safety wash over me, like the ebb and flow of waves Crashing against my defenses. Not surprisingly, it burns so fiercely that my walls melt away I have felt

I am silence, and I am far from silent I am full of heavy, hanging moments, as though ripe, full and heavy. Hanging from the lips of those too afraid, too unable to break me. I am telling, speaking volumes, singing songs of love, of hate Of all things in between, in only minutes While human minds twist, and turn, dissecting what wasn't said I am the pause of thought, when men's minds rattle, and thunk, the machinery of their greatest tool churning into use, rusted from idleness. I'm the hesitation, the screaming when you want to say something, but you're afraid of losing what you already have. You can't tell them, but I can. I am t

If my eyes are the windows of my soul, What eyes do I wear as yet? What earthen tones, what hues betray me? For betrayal is what it is, when I wish for the armor of old, The perfect wall, the infallible defense. Is it the dead, dull granite brown, The eyes of someone who wants dearly to give up on the world, Just to stop an endless torrent of painful thought? The tones of a weary, wounded wood? Or the tawny, shining hazel of excitement, The gold-tinted joy and mischief, Senses aroused, ready to play, to run, to live? Is it the dark, cloudy brown, rimmed with water, Wishing dearly into the darkness of night For simple things, simple t

Rest in peace, You old soldier. You fought your battles, and I'm still fighting mine. You made sacrifices So that I could make mine And I'm sorry to say, I took that for granted. You gave me a gift, A gift that I squandered Rest in peace, You kind old man. I'm so sorry, That I couldn't keep my promises. and I hope you'll understand. You gave me one job, And I left it there to rot. I hope you'll still smile down on me even if I've no right to hope for that. Rest in peace, You, who taught me everything Everything it is to be a good man Even though I forgot somewhere along the way. I hope you can walk alongside me again and maybe show

Revolving, in my mind's eye, What is truth, what is a lie? A promise, to tired windows, A tie, broken as the wind blows. Promises made, easy come, easy go That was only what you thought though It was never easy, not for me Never easy, not knowing who to be I held your hand, through so many things, I told you I'll stand, through whatever tomorrow brings. And then I threw you from safety And yet you marched through that chasm, stunning bravery. I held your hand, while you labored for breath Your deceptively strong grasp so close to death. You whispered in my ear, made me promise you Made me promise I'd bring her through. So while I'm sta

I am imprisoned here. I have been here for so long, aching to escape. I have felt the chains upon me, telling me not now. I have jumped too soon, tasted freedom, only to be locked away, each time facing a more bitter darkness. I rail against my captor, my hands dragging across the deep brown tinted windows, clashing with the off white, yellowed doors. I spin circles around my cell, and I know that I have wounded it. My captor, the one who so desperately keeps me here The one who has control. Without it, I am nothing. A series of thoughts, of dreams, shared by many. But here, I am a prisoner. A wound, kept locked in place, unable to close h