You'll be happier when 
you're not so sad.

On Tears

Tears are natural
Perhaps the most natural of things
To be produced by us
In the course of our lives

Tears shed by a wounded body
Or heart or perhaps
A dawn too beautiful
To be believed

The tears shed by a child
Before learning to speak
Are the most pure of all tears
In the known world

I am trying to remember the last
Time I cried big pouring
Tears from my eyes down to
My chin and onto the ground

Salted tears cannot help be
That way My niece was crying
And her tears were flowing and
Her face was as red as her cries

The anguish of pain
We do anything to relieve it
Within ourselves and those
Closest to us

Tears are not flowing from me now
They will given enough time
I will have no choice other than
To let them fall

Poles

I am sane and you are angry

or is it

I am angry and you are sane

or could it be

We are both alternating

in the degrees of

our anger and sanity

Is it not even more likely

that we are both

invisibly damaged in places

we are hardly aware of

but are blatantly

apparent to everyone else

Yes

that must be it

that must be something

close to the truth

Use

These words are useless
They know nothing of life
They are tools without lives of their own

Blunt instruments- 
That is what they are,
Exposing the strength of my thoughts

and the limits of what I currently am.
Perhaps, these words are more useful
than I had considered.

The Guest

The passage of time mutes the pain you carry

but you carry it nonetheless. 

It weighs no more than a breath

upon your skin,

if that.

You wake up in the morning and hurry along

to work, to deadlines, to bodily needs,

to lovers, and social commitments,

just like a good person.

At night you fall asleep alone or with a spotter.

When your eyes have closed and your 

breath steadies like a stream-

it is there.

It doesn't want you to forget.

It needs you to remember as long as you can.

It can't live without you, it needs a safe place to stay,

buried within, waiting for a time to say hello.

a human expectation

There is no face

free of joy or hardship.