Don't Treat Me, I'm to Blame

Hold head in hands,
world falling down.
Invert the skyscrapers,
all my fault.
Sprout white wings
to escape it all.
Stay away from water
for fear of hungry trout.

Palette of Emotion

This is a new series I have come up with.. I want it to show different emotions linked with certain colors..

Envy
- Andrew Williams

Paint the town green with me,
with envy --

but when the paint on your hand
gives you away, your screams
won't get any saving.

No, shave your head bare
and sew your mouth shut,
leave only your eyes blinking

madly.

Thrown in your cell,
stay away from the walls --

"Wet paint"
spelled in green.

All Fair in War

It wasn't fair,
you chose to leave.
You chose
"I'll miss you"
while I cried.
You chose so far away from me.
The postcard's happiness
only a lie.

The Infinite Possibilities of the Space Between Good and Bye

It is just a faint breath,
an almost imperceptible pause,
but it is, without a doubt, there.
You can't ignore it's existence,
nor can you pretend
you didn't hear it.

It has so much potential,
don't condemn it to the fate
that so many do.
Give me a chance.
Maybe, throw in an
"I love you."

Daydreaming at Night

Perspectives change from when you are young.
Grandpa is big; I am small.

White hair means old,
Brown hair means family.

Bicycles are frightening,
Basketball is fun.

Mommy gets kisses,
Gramma gets hugs.

I awake from my thoughts as a little girl's voice
calls "Daddy?" from upstairs.

On Growing Old

I don't want to grow old.
I'm too young now to die.
Old and gray and wrinkled and slow.
Some say it's all a lie.

You are wise they say.
Ripened and whole.
You can fill an entire day
With one single stroll.

But nay, I say.
I'd rather live.
Live to see my children play,
and run, and give.

I don't want to grow old.
I'm too young now to die.
Wise and kind and laughing and whole,
Waiting for the Good Lord to close my eyes.

Blind Man's World

Breathe in.
Freshly cut grass
and coffee.
Must be morning.

Reach out.
Carved ivory handle
and birch.
Crooked floor.

Listen well.
Singing floats in
with sizzling bacon.
Now to tackle the stairs.