RISK As I walk upon this world I face the unknown, I twist, I turn, should I run? Where can I hide? Straight to my face......I fear. I find no rock to hide behind, each wall of glass they are not blind. There is no space in which to curl my body inside- so I risk today because there is no choice. I raise it up! I SHOUT MY VOICE!

JANE'S POETRY PAGE

You kissed my soul when it was in pain. I love you just because, oh I love you just because. You did a rain dance to stop the rain. You brought in sunshine to warm my face. I love you just because, oh I love you just because. You made me sane.

Catch my tears in your hand, solid dark beautiful man. Hold them in your fist so tight. Feel them there as they drip down my cheek each night. Know that I once cared for each and every lovely hair. To kiss your soft sweet lips, I fear to know love and feel saddness inside, feel my tearful lullaby.

Jagged edged paper slicing up my hand. Pain I do not feel...at least in my hand. I will clot up..my blood with not trickle down. I quickly grab another tissue, no lines, no frown. Gone is the blood absorbed in the tissue, the cut begins to heal. I cover with a bandage and wait patiently. Three days later I uncover to find my wound miraculously healed.

You told me you wanted to love someone who was deep which made me question the depth of my own soul. You told me you wanted to love someone who looked at the stars. I watch the moon. You said you wanted someone who looked natural and sweet, without make-up and hairspray I wouldn't be complete. You were looking for a girl who liked the samethings as you. Maybe you were just looking for you. You told me you talked to her a real long time about things places people and time. I think she just listened and let you talk and was a sounding board for your ideas. Whe you discover yourself, then maybe you'll find me. The deep deep girl Who listens to sad songs, laughs and cries plays all day long. The girl that doesn't want to be like you But wants to be herself just like you.

Crazy perfection smooth cut glass. Only I'm a diamond the least that will happen will be a small scratch. I could smooth my sharp edges so no damage is done, or instead I could vanish without hurting someone. Instead I have chosen to put it to test, to cut like a diamond to mold shape the best. Crazy perfection or beautiful art a mosiac of glass shaped from my heart.

Mother Nature Green arms creep across the highway, reclaiming the earth. Devouring abandon houses mother nature lurks. The rain tears through the plaster spread along the buildings sides. Cracks spew out this greenish laughter that the small ant hides behind. She reclaims when your not looking beneath your everystep.

Its such a process the way we grow, the ways its slow,  can bring you down, down, dangling close to the ground. I wish I hadn't hurt you the way I did. Realize me, I'm just a kid, trying to make since out of my own two feet, trying to make it down our shared street. If I said I was sorry would it take it all back, If I said I was sorry would you give my heart back. Its such a process teh way we grow the ways its slow, can bring you down, down, dangling close to the ground.

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Careful, don't wake the child, a smile beside. Shh its quite that we seek beautiful angel that slides to sleep, breath the sweetest whisper, smell of powder exlixar. Wisps against the sheet.  I only came to sneak a peek.