tears: drops of salty liquid that flow from the eye as a result of strong emotion
imagine life with no tears
the pain, the hurt, no longer
cries in anguish will not be heard
no more sniffles, no snivels and no more sobs
no weeping, no whimpers or wailing in bogs
but along with tears of sorrow, go tears of joy
tears of gladness, and of laughter
an old inside joke among two friends
publishing the book you just penned
it's life's intensity that brings on tears
loyalty felt during a battle cry
squeals of excitement, no reasoning why
receiving the diploma on graduation day
catching a smile at your daughter's ballet
celebrating a love that sustained many years
finally letting go of those futile fears
the misty eyes at a baby's birth
looking through pictures after they've grown
and they've made families of their own
hearing your son read his first book
beauty you can't help, but second look
tears only prove that you're alive
outbursts of emotion in exclamation marks!!!
loving and living with a sleeve full of hearts
letting go and laughing 'til it hurts
tears are cleansing of the soul
trusting enough to be vulnerable
finding the one hand you want to hold
photographing mirrors broken from smiles
the best laughs are when we cry
tears felt with great cheer
happiness that flows from your eyes
crying out to start the revolution
tears of intensity feeding on change
deeply consuming, overwhelming in strength
keeping life in constant suspense
life with no tears just doesn't make sense
a day made of neutral turns to lifetimes of static
incessant and unvarying, unfailing to predict
days never deviate from the last
future never differs from the past
forecasting indefinite clear skies
rain must drop for the rainbow to rise
continuous and steadfast, perpetually bland
rollercoasters that don't go up, do not fall free
a comfortable couch, yet with no option to stand
always average, a paradox of norms
a world of adequacy and okay
mildly alive, experiences labeled as fair
road trips with no change in scenery
tedious and dull, a life of monotony
a ballad with no rhythm or blues
your blunt life planned out, outlined in a book
but you can't change or touch, only just look
a straight line is your future
a guarantee in safety, life is stoic and seamless in error
but stability is flat, unimaginative
dispassion, a world left aloof, leaving life tasting quite dry
all clever and creative forsook
this place where we idly stand by
a place of informal deadliness
this place, is no place for Brooke
9/14/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
