Little White Scars

A Collection of Short Poems
(By A Friend of Mine)

Memories fade but feelings remain, a fragile heart will never be the same.


Eyes that made the world leave us alone now feel only as cold as stone.


The mouth that used to say the words of love, has somehow escaped, to skies above.


The falling snow felt it coming. The endless summer heard it bend, but all I could feel was my world about to end.


The tears fall to the ground, sullen and hard, like glass breaking to hundreds of shards.


The sky seemed to crumble and fall just like it wasn't scared at all.


It's blackness matched the heart within me. Perhaps the devil could set me free.


There was a small light, so piercing and thin, it forced it's way through, determined to win.


I watch the people around, but hardly ever make a sound. I feel the whispers brush by, just as the wind blowing through the sky. Why should I speak? What would I say? Maybe I'll try, maybe one day. What does it matter...they wouldn't even care. Not if I showed them  my heart, open and bare. So here I sit, and watch them speak, with all the secrets they will leak. As I watch, I hope. Hope to find, someone tell them, tell them mine.


I don't know what to do, I don't know where to start. We've grown so close together I don't want to grow apart. What answer will I give? What outcome do I want? The question fills my soul, and my mind does it haunt. I want to make all happy. I want to make it right. But how can I do that when I've thought with all my might? No answer can I make, no conclusion calms my heart. I want to stay right here, right here at the start.


Sometimes I want to hide, to make the world go away. But I want to continue forward unlike the boat still at bay. Can't I hide and cower, can't I scream and shout? So many things inside me I just want to let them out. But no one can ever hear them, no one will understand. So I'll keep them right here with me, hidden beneath the sand.