Poems

Closed Heart

You tore my heart open and ripped it out.
I knew all along this was where it was headed.
A bruised back, broken heart, and this scar on my forehead
I not only got that but something more
Tears on my pillow and a closed heavy door
The door was to my heart
It'll never be open to you again


(never titled this one)

Walking through the rain,
she is hearing it splatter on the ground surrounding her body.

However she remains completely dry,
never becoming the slightest bit damp.

She realizes that this was her dream.

For once in her life she was not touched by anything,
nor was anything or anyone touched by her.

But as she savors this feeling,
that her dreams are no longer a fantasy.

She wonders,
is this what she really wanted,
and are anyone's dreams really their own.

In their subconscious sanity,
they are hoping for something totally different.

She treads on,
and watches the water spread at her feet.

The thought of never getting back to her world startles her,
as she opens her eyes only to be staring beneath her framed bed,
in her water drenched world.