the sun is
shining its light
on half of the world
at a time
and you are the half that
receives the most warmth
the attention, and the bright-eyed love
until the storms roll in
shooting, scrambling, running for trouble
to cause mayhem in your light
ruining everything
showing all of the worlds
darkness
and although the flowers try to reveal themselves
instead if absorbing the fresh water, they
are trampled by its demanding nature
as is the entire world
feeling as if you should be seeing
Noah and his Arc, like a life raft
to your broken light
and absence of
the sun
Poem 2
hidden is my desire to know
I am wanted
by anyone and everyone
a soul in this world
hidden is
my raw heart
though wounded like a soldier at war
breathing, beaten, battered
it stays alone
with my thirsty desires
and hidden is
my ability to know
when to stop loving
because although you fulfilled
my desire
but sent my heart to war,
it still wants to love the parts
that was on its side, not putting bullet holes
in the fragile cracks
so hidden are these things
to keep it above the shore
