Author Archives: cassidy4life



How am I to dance?

When you break glass,

On the floor?

How am I to sing?

Over your shouting,

I’m ignored.

How am I to smile?

As grim faces,

Surround me?

How am I to love

As hate burns,

And hearts bleed?

I dance anyway,

Feet bloody,

Heart satisfied.

I sing anyway,

I can still hear,

My melody.

I smile anyway,

Bring courage,

For others to follow.

I love anyway,

Love is infinite,

And life is not


Cuts At Twilight


The blade is pressed to her skin
Kissing her flesh at every twilight
Inflicting the pain that she feels within

She’s damaged and broken
Frail and depressed
Hope brittle like the body she wears
Every day her body becomes smaller, compressed

She is present in body
Gone in mind
Lying to everyone around her
When she says she’s fine

She is tired and sore
Of a fight she was done with long ago
So now she cuts at twilight
To finally let her pain be known

1000 Directions

1000 Directions

There is no stab in my gut,

Only poison absorbing into my skin and through my veins,

No amount of stitches can heal this weeping wound,

Disintegrating my flesh and bones, until only ashes remain.


The wind takes away my ashes,

Taking me in a 1000 directions,

Spreading me throughout the vast Earth,

Through the sky that is merely the ocean’s crying reflection.


Finally my ashes settle to the Earth,

My final resting place,

Where the soil absorbs the soot of my body,

Grimacing at my bitter taste.


I fertilize the hungry soil,

Feeding the seeds of wild flowers,

Preparing them for their birth,

So they shall bloom in April showers.


As the seeds sprout and thrive,

A endless sea of green,

As they blossom and reach for the clear sky,

And finally beautiful, I shall be.







  I’m looking all around me and all I see is      Make Up,

Cover Ups,

And Lies.

I see how artificial everything looks in this life, how transparent people are. I hate it when someone asks me, “How are you today?” And then everyone and I automatically say “Good”. Either you don’t want people to see your flaws, aiming for a inhuman, perfect life of happiness and ‘good’ days. Or it’s just easier to say “Good” then explaining or admitting the truth to them or yourselves.

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Fearing Life

Fearing Life

To fear life is suicide,
Wasting away to die,
Armoring yourself against hurt,
Preventing love from entering

To race life creates a fool,
Accidents happen for the clumsy,
Sprains happen to the strongest,
Making life too short.
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