Faces

Featuring Guest Writer Camille West in
Faces

The night is seeping away
as I rush through the day,
catching all the faces in a glimpse.
As each face flips,
I try to find out why,
but the answer just slips by,
and I will never know
whether it's a frown to see
or a smile to go with the flow.
As the looks tend to flee
Their simple hello can go a mile,
but their face, no one knows
all the faces are in their own race
a race that blows,
orbiting the answer
that I don't know.

Guest Writter Carissa Kasper, in: "Who I am"

 Its not always easy being me...

    If they only knew how hard it is to overcome...

       Overcome what.?.

  The fears that hold me back...

    The fear of being laughed at or being judged

        But most of all being hurt...

  If they only knew that we walk the same path but got on different shoes.....

         This might help them accept me for

               Who i am and not what i do or don't do.....

 

                       

I Don't Miss You

Just because I don't say anything,

Doesn't mean I don't miss you. 

Just because nothing comes out,

Doesn't mean I don't miss you.

Just because I don't show it hurts,

Doesn't mean I don't hurt for you.

And Just because I don't let it show,

Doesn't mean I don't love you.

Even though I don't act like I do,

Doesn't mean I don't hate you.

Even though I may act like I do,

Doesn't mean I forgive you.

Even if I act like I didn't know,

Doesn't mean I didn't hurt you.

Even if I don't act like it,

Doesn't mean I don't regret you.

Even if I still want you,

Doesn't mean I can have you.

Even if I want to,

Doesn't mean I can forget you.

The line is crossed, the sky is set.

The path ahead, and the one we met.

I hate to tell you, 

I hate to show you.

Its Time I Make it True.

Its Time I Don't Miss you.

Guest Writter Camille West, in: "A Melting Breath"

Dedicated to, and regarding Cami's grandmother, the late Lynda Stevenson :] 

A Melting Breath

Laying in bed

She's hanging onto a thread

People take her away

To a place she may lay

With a melting breath

She uses her support

For just as she may

Melt away

Using support for another day

Her color starts to fade away

I leave

Just knowing she'll be fine

Because she's mine

Her color comes back

But her melting breath is of more lack

At 10 to 7

A melting breath is no more

It's just a puddle

A puddle of my love

                        By: Camille West

Thanks to Camille for Being a Guest, and for sharing her writing experience. :]

Believe in Me

As the rain poured down, he felt more and more alone. The field he was in had a slowly steeped hill, where he sat at the top. He was trembling violently and crying. On his knees, he held his face in his hands.
After a moment, he heard a familiar voice.
"What are you doing in a place like this? Weren't you supposed to touch the sky?" 
The man said with a off centered smile.

The rain nearly drowned the voice out. They were both soaked through, but didn't seem to notice.
"I can't...I can't do this!"  He yelled.  "Its no use..."
The ground was soaked beneath the two, and his knees sunk into the dirt some.
"No use?" The man asked.
"I can't do this! You have to do it...I need to go back!

He took his hands off his face and looked up just in time to see a fist.
"Snap out of it!" Yelled the man, punching him square in the face with force. He fell back on the ground, water and dirt splashing his face.
Motionless, he stared up at the man..."Brother? What was that for?" The noise of the rain seemed to dissipate when his smiling brother replied in a quiet and confident voice: "Listen. When you've lost your way, and you have lost hope, don't believe in yourself. Believe in me, who believes in you."

He hesitated, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

His brother picked him up and stood him on his feet. Pointing at his little brother's heart, he told him: "Whether it's called laughable or unreasonable, this is the path you choose. If there is a wall in the way, you will break it down. If there is no path ahead, you will carve one with your own hands. Like a fire in your heart, and power in your hands, everlasting and unbreakable. Forget the impossible, and throw away reason. That is who you will be." His brother's eyes shined with confidence and power, stirring something deep inside him.
He was silent now, no longer trembling. The rain still poured down, but he didn't feel it. A smile slowly slid across his face. "Alright, brother. I understand."
His brother replied with his usual confident smile, grabbed his shoulder, and said: "Touch the sky, little brother."
As he said those words, his brother was gone. Standing alone again, he looked around him at the field and foothills that surrounded him. Far in the distance, the mountains loomed like monsters, behemoths of ancient times.
"I'll follow this path. Even if it proves to be my grave, I'll follow it. I'll touch the sky."

"Thank you, brother."