Willow Tree

Standing here, all I can see
Is this growing of a wonderment.
I sit beside this willow tree;
The beauty, the strength, the comforting scent.
The roots are firm, the bark is thick,
The branches flow forth with the wind.
But something's missing from this stick,
A silent, unintended sin.
Try I might, I can't have what I long to find.
Yet still, I sit softly with adoring grin.
Hollow, hollow, I can't feel it's heart.
With my arms around and my eyes are shut.
Inside I slowly fall apart,
Not getting back embrace; I carve
My love into its skin so sweet.
I starve, I wait for love returned
The passion, I long it to repeat,
To whisper back; I lay concerned.
Can this be taught to cherished seed?
I've given so, and now I'm starved.
Is all this emotion driven by greed?
Once again, my love I've carved.
Healthy and majestic, the mighty sight
Yet rain falls through the leaves; I need
The shelter it lacks. Repeat embrace so tight,
Please grow my love, or I must leave.
Hold me the way I hold you so.
Cover the wind and the angry storm,
If I walk away, don't let me go.
Confirm your heroic, rooted form.
Lulling me with a beauteous song,
Is is hollow though, your serenade?
Is my presence what you truly want?
Or the echo of a chopping blade?

Massacre, Am I

And so, here you are in the massacre now.
Look around you, go ahead and take a bow.
Too caught up in sorrow to beg for release,
Left here with not but this stark, tragic piece:

"Where have I gone, how can this be?
What is causing me such dark misery?
When did this happen, all this to me?
Who is this whisper and scream that I see?
So far gone am I, I can't see my heart,
But can now feel it's pieces ripping apart.
Oh this pain, oh this horrid, treacherous pain!
Make it stop, cut the blood from this infected vain!"

Oh, you don't know what is making you ill.
You kept it in far too long, it is now instilled.
Paralyzed within and bottled with sorrow,
Wondering if you shall sting life tomorrow.

"I want it to stop, this is driving me mad!
Why is this massacre on to be had?
Go away, go away, whatever you are;
A tear, a loss, a slit, vacant star.
I hate it, I hate me, I hate this and, why?
I don't even know what it is that I cry.
I just cry, and I scream, and I hang my head.
Shall I shine burnt smiles, and laugh instead?"

No, this massacre will strap you down.
And gasping for life, you kiss to it a frown.
So let this now be a lesson to all:
Not one shall be hurt if one does not fall.