Staying WarmEven when I'm cryingEven when the cold is killing meAnd when cold words stab meIn the gut;Even then,I can sing with my brothers and sistersMarch to a hot mealRace to a hot showerAnd when we all laugh togetherI feel warm again
Catch-UpSometimes I startLaughingI can't stopLaughingNo reasonExcept maybe to make up forAll the times I held it in
Fighting TearsI saw my sister fighting tearsAnd cried for herIn the shower where no one would seeI felt ashamedOf my lesser pain
New ChairIt smells like perfume.It even looks like perfume, all dusty pink and squishy-soft.I don't want to touch it.It feels like it's been in an old lady's house.Maybe she died in it.It's really, really comfy.I still don't like sitting in it.My baby brother sits in it; that's fine, he can sit in it.It swivels.Whose idea was it to get put a swiveling chair right behind my chair?It's too big; they still haven't gotten rid of the old one.I like the old one; it's not in too bad of shape is it?I'll sit in the old one. Next to the new one.I might sit in the new one, but only to read to my baby brother.Really.
Life After DeathA child drifts down silent streetsStepping over countless bodiesHumming a tuneless, endless songA living ghostDo you rememberThe time when legs walkedAnd mouths talked?She asks herselfNo.
The Soldier's GodWar drums beating in her headHope and courage battle dreadLong before the trials beginThe soldier fights a war withinIntrospection is a curseKnowing weakness makes it worseWhen the breaking point is nighThe soldier looks up to the skyThunder stirs her stormy soulFrightens fear and makes her wholeNever alone though far abroadOdin is the soldier's god
InsomniaIn bed awakeToo many colors I can seeIn the darkMy mind is full of possibilitiesThe nonsense that may slip downInto troubled dreamsOr keep me up all nightHiding under the blanketsTo escape that smile that spreads foreverInnocent thoughts turning ghastlyCorrupted by fearMy ears are sharper at nightBut my eyes decieveThere are shadows watchingMonsters reachingVermin that crawl on the floor at nightTickling my feetHow can I sleepWhen my breath is stolen by unseen dangers?