puzzle pieces;

you've opened the box
and there lies the puzzle pieces
so many of them
jumbled against one another.

you dump them out on the kitchen table
a thousand little segments
maybe more
you can't remember.

laboriously
you put them together
crying in frustration
when some do not fit perfectly
but mismatched and
a recipe for disaster.

how long does it take you
sitting in that same little spot
by the same little window
the world is going on without you
and you sit here still
playing in your puzzle world.

something comes alive
as a picture is slowly painted
it looks so familiar
but you cannot remember.

you haven't remembered anything
in a very long time.

humming to yourself
you giggle softly
it's almost the end of the game
and you hold the last remaining piece
between your fingers.

and there it goes
right where it should be.
but you look at your hands again
wrinkled, age spots dotting the surface.

what has happened?
where had the time gone?

the picture you composed
comes alive
like a little movie
you see a life that you once forgotten
everything you once felt, you once seen
you once loved
flashes before you.

and then you realize
in this little kitchen
putting the puzzle pieces together
you spent half your life
living in the past.

driver's seat;

you think you walk a lonely road
down a dark, age worn path
but you don't know that the sun
the sun is shining brightly
so very high above.

you have lost hope
where did you leave it behind
check under the rocks
look behind the trees
it's there
it never left
it's following you
trailing, trailing.

there are no tricks here
only the sound of your sighs
alleviate the heaviness on your heart
let the light touch your soul.

you, you, you
only you're in charge
take control
you are in the driver's seat.

sunrise beginning;

it was something that i could
never imagine possible
and you have managed to crawl
right beneath my skin.

i feel like i'm losing grip
on this sailing wayward ship
to place where no one has found
it's uncharted territory
where i can finally sit and breathe.

it's a sunrise beginning
where the rays touch
the corners of our round earth
and maybe if we just kept on dreaming
it won't ever really end.

hello world;

hello world
you have seen so much history unfold
battles, kingdoms
and the evolution of mankind.

in the very beginning
we gave you your peace.
because according to science
we did not come into being
until many years after your birth.

you frolicked happily in your galaxy
dancing on your axis
blissfully basking in the sunlight.

and then things began to change.
microscopic creatures began to take form
as your body began to change
and life adapted.

the millions of years flew by
seconds in your eyes
until two leg walking humans
claimed your vast land as their own.

your rich earth has been drilled and torn apart
the landscape a battlefield of destruction
as humanity greedily sucked up your jewels.
like a man whose heart burns with lust
your body is his oasis.

how much longer of this can you take?
when will you finally snap
and redecorate yourself
overhauling humanity.
when will our end of the world
finally slap us in the face?

will you take mercy on us
and let us live, albeit perhaps
starting from scratch
and reconstruct our beginning.

or will you relentlessly destroy us
and let our entire history die.

winter wonderland;

hello, winter wonderland
you've coated your presence
with a heavy load of snow
along with thick ice on the roads.

your appearance brought joy to those here
but your lingering
is starting to wear the patience of motorists thin.
but for those like me
with no place to go
and not needed anywhere
it is a peaceful solace.

thank you for gracing us
we hope to see you again in the future.

find the hope inside;

who was it that told you
that you were worthless
and a waste of space
and a good brain.

what history do you bury under ground
that lead to such turn of events
that no person should ever endure?

who took your spirit
twisted it maliciously
squeezing until it could not breathe
and then step on it to make sure it was dead?

your days have darken
and you cannot remember the light
or how the sun feels shining on your face.
you have forgotten simple pleasures of life.

you have retreated deep inside you
a broken shell teetering on a tightrope
one wrong move and it is over.
and it seems like it is what you desire.

when did it all change for you
when you lost all hope
and even forgot who you were.

solace, help, and redemption
can be found in the most unexpected places
and when you do find it
let it consume you.
let it bloom inside you like a new flower
just rising to see daybreak.

find the hope inside you that was all but destroyed
save for a single, lone, flickering flame.
let it be your beacon
and rise out from your own depths of hell.

yellow-brick road;

what is it that you hide
behind those sad, sad eyes
where is the rhyme to your reason
what have you given up?

though you smile
to cover up the scars
it cannot reach your eyes
forced and without heart.

hiding isn't always the answer
running away will not erase the problems.
it may be painful
it may be hurtful
it may try to belittle and crush
your already cracking soul
but eventually you will turn around
and it will be there waiting for you

confront it and put it in the past.
running backwards will get you nowhere
you have to push through into the future.

your yellow-brick road waits for you.

are you lost;

are you lost?
so am i
let's take the high road together
and walk along the train tracks
it will lead us somewhere.

we'll hold hands and sing silly songs
point to the sky
and make pictures in our minds
using the clouds as our canvas.

we'll stop by an apple tree
go apple-picking
and run for our lives when we are caught
fighting for our lives.

and maybe, just maybe
we will find the end of the world
where our destiny waits with open arms
and sucks us into where our souls belong.