Crowded rooms and spilled wine

There are a Merlot spots on the wood
Stains of parties past
Tiny shards of glass stuck between the beams
Shattered like my heart has been
Since you returned the key

The room is crowded now
As I meld into the wall
This may be my party
But the party mood is gone

I walk this room in a square
Wondering what I did wrong
For you to throw that glass of Melot
And bring my world crashing to the ground

Fortified Walls

They often call it your "Sweet Sixteen"

Well that bullshit isn't true

When I was sixteen I walked through hell

In many ways I still do

The images never go away

The pain it lingers on

Time often seems to stand still

Although many years have come and gone

If you look through my baby blues

And can't seem to get to my soul

It's because it is fortified by walls

Still standing,unwavered, from long ago

Change your view

If you are wandering around
Lost on what to do
Change your view

It's not the way you see things
Or what you think you know
It takes a heart to see the things
A brain can never know

So if the tears will not relent
And all emotion is good and spent
Never forgot your heart speaks true

Listen to it as it drums
"I am here for you too
Let me show you a new light
And how to change your view"

Distractions...

Ever get really distracted thinking of something or someone and the totally realize you just did something you would otherwise never do?

Things I have done lately:

-listened to an entire Katy Perry song (dislike her music) or that Happy song or DMB (ugh)
-missed a turn
-started going to the wrong place entirely
-watched some TV show/channel I don't care for

It is interesting what my mind will do when it is all consumed by something else

Topsy Turvy

Coffee cups with swirling patterns
Like the currents of my mind
Raindrops hitting windows
Like the way pain showers my heart
Puzzle pieces that make no sense
Vowels sound more like consonants
Up is down from what I can tell
My mind has become my personal hell

Black and White

Black and white like old movies
Like crayons from a box
Black and white striped zebras
Prancing around in delight
Black and white the color of a nun's clothes
As if to say a sinner must be close
Black and white situations
The bane of reality
For nothing is truly black and white
Not in the matters of the heart
I know that with complete certainty

Whispers

Sometimes in the night when all is quiet and still
I hear a whisper through the trees
Begging me to hold on
And I think that you are near

When I walk down the street
I hear a whispering song
I turn around expecting to see you
But I know in my heart you're gone

The whispers of your voice
They haunt my every dream
I ask for sweet release
Yet deep inside I scream

I miss the smile on your face
The way your eyes twinkle in the light
If whispers are all I have left
Let them continue to haunt me every night