Ninth thought

Ice

Should I warm and melt like ice
At least then I've won half the fight
Should I evaporate in air
Then I'll be in my element there

Should I melt like ice from heat
Then I could stand on my two feet
No longer sealed within the frost
Showing my winter who is boss

If fire should cause my ice to melt
Then I could tell you how I felt
Spring flies in on budding wings
It's time to sort through dusty things

Eigth Thought

Paper Boy

I've seen those who've had iron wills, or ambition swiftly done
Can't help but feel atrophied, stilled.
One match-strike and I'm gone

Too easily wrinkled, bent and ripped, in substance unemployed
Can't fill your stomach nor your mind
I'm just a paper boy

I've not the skill, the wit, the will, just riddled through with flaws
I'd line your birdcage just as well,
Catch bird-shit walls to walls

They say life is blood, sweat and tears, in adversity is joy
I don't think I'm cut out for this.
I'm just a paper boy

Seventeenth Thought

Stand in a field of wispy brown grass
Cut in segments by dusty crossroads
Time is short, will soon breathe it's last
Make a choice at this crossroads

Bones chatter and quake with yawning marrow
Both scared and bored of what's lost
Vocal cords sound like the dying sparrow
Screams turned to whispers when lost

Whisper they, softly, and shift them the blades
Wind floats through grass, calling name
Insides are funny, are changed yet the same
Heart inside chest, calling name

Sixth Thought

Once upon a time I gave my heart away
And he gave it back
Once upon a time my memories turned on me
Picked up their weapons and attacked

Once upon a time they rent my soul
The past has such sharp claws
Their power comes from within my heart
On old happiness they draw

Once upon a time I learned to think twice
Once upon a time my soul cracked
Once upon a time my heart started healing
And when it does I'll take it back