'Beauty Leave Slow', The Expressive
Peace in my life is all I ask for,
but the fear of my life without it keeps me up at night
thinking about the untouched time
that could bring about change.
My smile is chipped by the sickle of unrest,
like a pest who lingers with a painful sting,
making me sing my song of light
to remain bright for the potential darkness
that manifests itself when you leave.

'New Light', The Expressive
The day flows, not like a gentle stream,
but a leaking faucet with a mildewed spout.
I withdraw from my surroundings, hoping for time to fast
forward, or rewind to days when I had less doubt.
I can not go backwards so I must live right now,
as each second takes more away from my existence.
Persistence and efforts must be made to shine new light
on the shade that has compromised the early path that was laid.

'The Dark, Deep Sea', The Expressive
My soul fights with my heart, a better man wants to emerge,
but the urge to remain the same wins
and ends the internal struggle.
I juggle my emotions, closing out those close to me,
treating them like they are supposed to see
the true me without me revealing it.
I want them to see what I can be,
I need to emerge once more from the depths of the sea.

'Walls', The Expressive
I find comfort with the walls,
their silence absorbing my joy and pain.
A subtle transfer of thoughts and emotions,
my protection from judgmental voices.
A choice to keep others from entering my space,
no reason for me to face anyone but myself,
surrounded by many, confronted by none,
I am but one inside an invisible sphere.

'Rebirth of Thought', The Expressive
We are still in contact and we speak of such things,
on how wedding rings could have been in the future
but hope brings disappointment at times
and regret is an enemy I avoid.
So I decided to stop worrying and hurrying the future,
and let life take its course,
until I meet the one who will give birth to my daughter or son,
becoming a union of one.

'Gone', The Expressive
Time moves swift, but it is a gift
I have not unwrapped yet,
afraid to face surprises, but at the same time
hoping you don't forget
the bond that was made
as whispers fade into my ear,
to steer me back to the past, and at last
I'm starting to hear.

'Growth', The Expressive
A tunnel with footprints that lead into darkness,
a torch in hand to light my path,
visions of a novice who will develop in his office,
and illustrate the art of growth and passion.
Outlasting fear,
the shaking hands that use to steer,
now grip the wheel with confidence,
because that is all I feel.

'The Breeze', The Expressive
Remembering how the breeze touched my cheek
as you speak to me softly,
its touch combined with your voice
is so beautiful to me...I remember how the weather
complimented my attraction to you,
warming my body, though accented
by the coolness and the calm of the breeze.