Time Bomb

My anger at you should not exist
I lost that right, gave it away
long ago, back when life was simple
and we did our best to complicate it,
make it tangle
But it is not you with shrapnel
buried in your heart, your lungs
It is I
You slipped it in between my ribs,
left it there to languish
without me ever seeing it
Ticking time bomb
You gave her the trigger
and pointed to the carnival house
mirror

When Armor Fails

Glint of silver,
                    caught in sliver of a mirror,
  a blur across features,

hide and protect the most important,
     the heart      the soul
Still blood seeps

                    through fissures
even when there
     is no pain

Written

How do you learn to be yourself?
When pictures of strangers
and those unseen try to
write your role, define
the furthest reaches of difference
If those around you wish for one person,
someone less than the image
held in your secret third eye
and you compromise for fear
of being left alone, having
none to share with the triumph,
defeat or trials of daily life
When your choice is between
the self you could be and the self
others love, how do you learn
to erase the lines drawn for you to fill,
to expand beyond the simple box?
How do you define yourself, when
you become lost in the translation
of everyone else's eyes?

Falling Star

Broken stars fallen upon the land
smoldering in golden light
Pieces left behind
Save a few fragments,
These we take, for the days
when nothing less than starlight
will do.