The Rose Colored Glasses

They say only fools wear rose colored glasses.
That only the weak and dillusional fashion them.

But is it so wrong to see the beauty in every item, every dream?
Is it a damned cause to search for the lovely in a dark heart's beams?

They Said the Titanic Would Never Sink

"This ship is unsinkable!" they beamed.
Within hours, endangered passengers screamed.

Oh darling, I'm the titanic.
My pride has turned to panic.

I can't rely on my smile anymore.
Without you, this iron vessel will be no more.

Sinking, sinking to the bottom of blue.
Shaking, shaking. Vanity has made me lose you.
Weeping, weeping at the bottom of blue.
Hoping, hoping. Your love for me is true.

Oh darling, I'm the titanic.
My pride has turned to panic.

I wake up. I look for you.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.

Are you in the sheets?
Have I lost you in my sleep?
I wonder if you have slipped off like socks worn to bed.

I could not have misplaced you.
I carry you on my tongue.
I whisper your name before I dream.

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.

Why do you love the game of hide and seek?
Are you hiding under my pillow?
I wonder if you have slept under my pillow like a tooth waiting for the tooth fairy.

I could not have lost you.
Your name is carved into my heart.
I couldn't have misplaced you, God.

I wake up. And I look for you.
You're gone. I thought I caught you in my sleep!
I thought I had finally captured you.
I thought you captured me.

I wake up. Heartbreak.
I clear my voice to scarcely mouth your name.
But you're gone, to my dismay.

How could I lose track of you?
You're bigger than the universe.
Oh but you're smaller than the dotted "i."

Finders keepers, losers weepers.
What a cruel chime.
What a cruel rhyme.

The Importance of Smiling

I smiled just to smile.
And it infected someone else's mouth.

I smiled during pain.
And it injected a doce of joy.

I smiled as I laughed.
And it broke the locks off prison doors.

I smiled as you hit me.
And you walked away without victory.

I smiled as you frowned.
And all the harm you intended had been drowned.

I smiled during punishment.
And my lesson kissed me on the cheek.

I smiled as I slept.
And I haven't dreamed of anyone but you since.

I smiled as I cried.
And my heart rejoiced in its adversity.

I smiled in silence.
And it caused me to rest, to rest, unlike all the rest.

I smiled when I wanted to frown.
And it forced my attitude to rise from a sin to a grin.

I smiled. I am smiling. I will smile.
Because
You smiled. You are smiling. And you will always smile.

Diary of a Wimpy Adult

Good evening, I love you.
Good morning, I miss you.
Good afternoon, where are you ,God?

This is a diary of a wimpy adult.