An Author's Instinct

Writers write;

a mechanical response

to tragedy

or romance

or that special someone

you just can't stand

---

It's you and me

or someone else's

problem

when the world falls

and who doesn't cry at funerals?

---

Baby doll

Angel eyes

that time when ours

first met

or when I was

dreaming of death

when I

haven't even lived

---

A racing pulse

A Happy Winter

Love is and I'm not

---

Regretting that unsharpened edge

that served as my

utter demise

and my link

to reality

---

No one was the first to leave

so what's stopping you

now, dear?

---

She was screaming

He was laughing

to cover up

Little Brother

won't stand up

for himself

and I ignored

my best friend

only to be overlooked by

someone else

---

He acts as though

he owns the world

and he doesn't know a thing

---

Can someone take me

seriously enough

to realize that I'm not?

I don't even know

the things that I know

and I'm not

good enough

for you to see

So mark me as

a common idiot

and let's move on

with our lives

---

You'll dazzle the world

with your skill

She'll throw away her mind

for a boy

And I'll pretend to know

what's going on

---

Can't get past

a blurry canvas

The absurdity

has never been

more lucid

---

Writers write

and they told me

not to stop

So I wrote some words

I didn't feel

yet Daddy still cried anyway

Because

---

who doesn't cry at funerals?

- Broken Petals

Dedicated to more people then I can keep track of. . . this made sense to no one but me.