This isn't the place nor the time for martyrdom,I cannot save you its only a short fall
no great plunge into the great dark deepSo stop your whining, which whistles like wind amongst the barren forests of an empty mind.Your winter is merely the lack of sun, of which you closed your eyes to, shielded your heart from.Feel again because you need it like air and oxygen has absolutely no time for your baseless nonsense so make your senses soar again.so breathe, please stop hurting me and breathe.Take the world in and suck in the colours of smiles and a sky larger than your soul could ever containDrink deep from words that chime like motes of light, a music of which silence is merely the rest between tones and shades of greyWake and touch this new life like a babe, naked to the searing morning.Every second recreates you, and with every secondwe must strive to be ourselves to each other...Or we shall forget and become nothing but afterimages
Special SnowflakeEvery tendril of your being reflects and refracts,a rainbow in every prism that is You.Speech that freezes on my window panes,they sketch a likeness of You.you special snowflake, You,And I see your webcam tears,a tundra of woe, flurrying across your keyboard,in the darkness of cyberspace, the waste land of this world,you are cold, yes, AloneOh, you Special Snowflake, you.I have a little secret,I know that Snowflakes are Flakey, they melt in the sunand paper, folded and cut, are just shapesto hang
for show.oh, you Paper Snowflake, yes, you.I would rather watch the Sun Rise,than countthe billions of snowflakesthat litter the Snow...
On fortifying the heart...I cannot hide with you in this glass cubicle of yours.but I can see the brittle cracks in your smile.I cannot flip the switch, can't pull the breaks,of your invisible tirade.I can only hold your hand and tell you its ok.I cannot tell their brains,their Freudian rage, their indifferent, ignorant anger;stop curling fingers into fists,lungs to yell, to wound with words that kill.I can only tell you that I do not think this way.No, not all of us think this way.I cannot make them read past the burning biblical towns,to the part where it says LOVE and LOVE aloneI cannot curb the spit, the Milk going sour,the encroaching agony of being alone.(No, in fact, you are not alone at all.)I can't help you in your sorrow I'm sorryBut I can say I am not sorry for youNo, never sorry for you being you.I can only hold you up, lift your chin, face the sun'Hey, I don't see no difference' I really don't, not here.See, our hearts are thumping,this beat