The snow is pale,
Crystalline and lovely.
I did not know until now
How much I longed to see
The wind carrying a stream of flakes
Over the frozen dunes it carved in previous passes.

A Metal Most Rare

I'll go over the edge because you asked me to.
I'll show you all the pain,
Misery I have stored inside
And the emotions I've deemed weakness.
You can see all this because you care.
You have not just told this to me.
You have shown me,
In what you do.
The way you enjoy my company,
Seek it out,
And share with me your own pains,
How you do not let me believe
That time you spend on me is wasted,
All this
Earns you my trust,
My love,
And poem after poem
As you show me God's love.
So I thank you.
You are a metal
Most rare and precious,
That I would not exchange
For all the world.

Halfway Down

Sometimes you run head first into destruction-
        no warning
        no time to catch your breath
        no time to apologize
        to those that will inevitably have to catch you-
And off the building you fly
With the wind rushing past
And sounds of disappointment in your ears.

Other time you slowly slide into the ruin-
        a breath here,
        a sigh there,
        little loosenings of the ties that
        once were enough to hold you up-
And you're lost to tears and pain
Before you can call for help,
Drowning in the suddenly overwhelming loss.

Here am I,
Buried in what only now suffocates.
How did I get here?
I cannot remember if I let go all at once,
Or if time leeched at my strength.
Perhaps I should have woken
Halfway down...

It's a curse to remember when others forget,
To gather up things that become just regret.
And I know he cares; he just can't see
What remembrance, what thought, what time means to me.

Asymmetric Grave

Cut me into little pieces, and make me feel each slice.
Tear up my body
But I'm not even here.
Not real enough to feel the pain of soul
I became immune
To all that you fear.
Break me, remake me, notice that I don't care.
For everything you've done
I've already cried.
And when you're alone with the shards of me
You'll know when you'd started
I'd already died.

It's 2 am
And I am drunk
On dance, tea,
And good company.
(Perhaps also on snow)
I titter about my room,
Still in the dress
A bit too nice
For who I think I am,
Organizing my things,
Moving my self around
That it might look nice.
I'm about to give up,
Because the joyous memories
Of finally having a callback,
Of being told that I
Am a wonder to watch,
Are too much
And the joy pulls me to sleep.

Snow is my favorite thing.
I don't know for sure why.
But I can walk so slowly
And not have a care
For the cold tickling my ears
Or the wet feeling leaking
Into my shoes.
Perhaps,
As my friend says,
I am running from something
Or someone,
Hence the desire for weather
That is rather lonely.

Yet,
I prefer to think
On the sparkling stillness
That blankets the earth.
It's silence is found
Even in the breaking of it.
How it burns
As it cools.

How Hard I Try

He just ignores me no matter how hard I try,
And I try and I try to get him to see.
I'll never be loved no matter how long I cry.

In the arms of your love they say you can fly,
Yet chocolate can't lift the whole weight of me.
And he just ignores me no matter how hard I try.

And I once thought I'd reach that high,
Up in the air for all to know love and we-
No, I'll not be loved so I'll only cry.

Realization settles in with a sigh.
Anger, frustration are the littered debris
That I can't ignore no matter how hard I try.

So I'll watch all alone the snow fall from the sky-
It's a blanket, cold and wet, that always comes free
And masks all the tears I try not to cry-

As I sink into depths so dark I may die,
This one thought alone buries me in a sea:
He will always ignore me so I'll always try
To never let that bastard see my soul cry.

Dark Reprise of "Love is an Open Door" DRAFT

You know it's crazy, I didn't think you'd fall for me.
I've never met a silly fool like you.
I've been searching my whole life to find my own place.
Maybe it's my vict'ry talking,
Or that the throne is in view,
But with you,
I've found my place.
And it's power that I never had before!
Your love was my open door.

I mean it's crazy,
Your staff all follows me blindly.
Didn't think that I could gain their trust so fast.
Your nobles will want me for new king,
And here's the really crazy thing,
Soon I'll have a reign that's built to last.
Say goodbye to the pain of this world,
You won't have to feel it anymore,
Your love was my open door!

Show Choir Round 2 (Post-Graduation)

It didn't hurt this time,
Standing outside
A world I once belonged to,
That made me complete.

My love is still there,
Shining around the rough edges
And getting lost in the songs
And dances I never learned.

I feel not whole
   But happy.
I feel not wise
   But sated.

And leaving a theatre,
Leaving a show,
Well,
That's what one should be,
no?

A Wrench Jammed in Gears I Had Forgotten

People get stuck,
Trapped,
Snared in the webbing
We unconsciously weave.
Maybe they're not there in person,
And it's just a fading memory,
But they can still pull
And ache your heart.
So you might
Have smoothed the image of him
You hold in you head;
You might have forgotten
Exactly how he smelled,
Or the precise sound of his laugh,
He still stays with you
In some ethereal, unreal way
Even after the real him
Cut himself from your life
Without an "Adieu"
Or a "I'm sorry; I can't-"
So with that particular song on the radio
On that particular street
In this one city,
An old red Jeep Cherokee
Has reduced me to tears.

I feel
As though I am flashing
In and out
Of life here at home.

I pass the empty living room,
Exit the door,
And the next time I walk in
The Christmas tree is in place,
And decorated.
I blink,
And it's gone again.

Just flitting in and out
Of lives that matter so much.
No big deal.