Mannequin
You stare at me with your different-colored eyes
And your clothes are ever-changing, while mine
change only with the season
How I wish I could have your figure
Wide, tall, short, round, thin
Anything but this drab shape
And at least you can change your hairstyle
Whats that you say?
You wish you could look like me?
Please dont make such a foolish request

Bittersweet Taste of Happiness
I am a test rat tempted with happiness
just enough so that I get a taste
but then the happiness is taken away
and all my efforts have been waste
there is no reward for my efforts
nothing because I was willing to try
instead I am just tempted again
always leaving me there to cry

I am lost in an ocean of unhappiness
miles away from the nearest beach
and all of the ropes to the shore
are out of my reach
no one offers me a raft
so that I may not drown in this sea
I don't know how to swim
please someone save me

Dreams
What are dreams made of?
Can you hold them in your hand, to give to someone else?
A collection of ethereal dust
that sparkles in the minds of the creative at heart
The most vigilant still dream, for dreams take no favorites

Do we dream in color?
Are dreams the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow?
Bundles of emotions paint every object and place
Even the blind still dream of vivid images

Do you dare to defy your dreams?
Is it possible to change what nighttime fate has been planned for you?
Sagas of fantasy and desire, written by the skulls skilled author
The plainest of men still dream of wonderful and strange occurances

How To Become A Published Poet (a humorous approach)
The easiest way to become a poet:
Know lots of words, and make sure you show it!
Just keep writing until it hurts in the wrist
Add every creative word, youll get the gist
Dont worry about spelling or grammar to edit
Unless it gets bad, then you might as well shred it
If its good enough then go send it in
The publishers mind you must try to win
If it is published, you rake in the cash
Otherwise the poem gets thrown in the trash
To you the honest truth I say
That to be a published poet theres no easy way

Reality Season
Oh, beautiful butterfly
symbol of earth, sitting on a quiet rose
You quiver like a joyful death
To hear your summer cry,
a warning of winter
it can be leisure to die
Your uncommonly courageous kindred spirit
sang a violet chorus
Its music is wicked and sublime
In your glorious struggle for love, you crave
those who have met danger
Fighting with grace, but staying bold

Only In My Eyes
I could tell you that I love you a thousand times
but it couldn't ever be enough
I could give you a thousand kisses
but it wouldn't do much

Only in my eyes will you see my love
It's written there for you alone to read
Only in my eyes will you see my fidelity
For these eyes see only you

I could write you a thousand sonnets
but they are merely words
I could sing you a thousand serenades
but my voice would not last that long

Only in my eyes will you see my treasure
for your reflecion is what you see, and it's you I treasure
Only in my eyes will you see my dream
for I dream about you even when I am awake

Not Coming Home (dedicated to the victims of September 11, 2002)
My wife left the bed early Tuesday morning
I felt the empty pillow next to me
Waking up, I heard the news on the radio
She was in that building, that floor
My wife was not coming home
My little girl came home from school
I could see something in her eyes
"Where's Mommy? She's not here..."
I said, "Mommy's not coming home"
there was a silence from her that I never heard before
her normally bright glowing face paled
then we fell into my arms and we both cried
knowing she wasn't coming home

My husband is a warrior, a hero, a firefighter
dedicated to saving people's lives
each night I lie in bed at night
wondering "is he not coming home?"
but then he'll come in and calm my fears
he went in to save the victims of tragedies
but he never called
never returning
my husband is not coming home

Only Time Will Tell
Only time will tell where your path will lead
Only time can sell you the things you need
Only time will present the choices you must make
Only time will bring your love or cause your heart to break
There is nothing worse, no more heinous crime
Than to defy the truth that all you need is time
Time to work and time to play
Time to laugh or smile
Time to live and time to love and make it all worthwhile
So if you think that there can be no reason or no rhyme
Just sit back, indulge yourself, and just give it some time

No Strings Attached
As a child, I am a puppet
The strings that manipulate me are controlled by my family
Those on my hands say, Dont touch that!
Those on my legs help to teach me how to walk and run
As a teenager, the strings get weaker
And I start to become my own person
Yet the strings from I try to break free say
Dont stay up too late, or Do your homework.
As a young adult, I hang from loose threads,
Of which my parents long to keep hold
My confidence grows vast and my freedom reaches toward its entirety
As an adult, I am human
No longer controlled by strings that bound me
As a parent, I bear the strings of my puppet child
The strings on his hands saying Dont touch that!
Those on his legs help to teach him how to walk and run