Throwback #14: self-proclaimed martyr

sometimes i think you do things
just to seem the martyr
you sigh
and cry
and carry on
like no one else's life is harder.
you say you're stressed,
no wonder why,
just look at all you do!
turning molehills into mountains
can take so much out of you!
I mean, how can we be so selfish
or EVER have such fun
when you're constantly reminding us
of all that you have done!
out of love for us, you say,
from the depths of your big heart!
but of course that's only half true;
weaving words can be an art.
it's hard
I know,
I understand,
to suffer and be silent.
but, my friend,
your pain to us
is never less than violent.
so
STOP
with all the guilt tripping
and exaggerating truths!
for God's sake,
try to be yourself
and I'll be there for you.

-D.B.
4/2012

fingers moving on the keys
a half-forgotten melody
the sound of unveiled mystery
a side that i have never seen.
a lullaby for sleepless trance
beauty coming from your hands
enchanting me with just one glance
that music from your fingers' dance.

-D.B.
9/16/2013

Throwback #10 5/14/2010

all you do is hold them back
all you do is stare
into space
a poker face
behind the darkest veil.
there are days when all you see
is nothing but despair.
we want your smile
you lovely child
we want that veil to tear.
so cry my baby
cry them down
let the tears run down.
all you do is hold them in,
let go and then you’ll smile.

-D.B.
5/14/2010

waging war

paper is the battlefield on which i face the world,
my strategies use a language all their own.
i use varied markings only seldom understood,
translations of the words i do not speak.
i pick and choose my army, it varies by the hour,
it could be ink or charcoal, pencil, paint.
my arsenal's a massive compilation of expression
brought forth by prayers to wield these heavy thoughts.

-D.B.
2/26-27/2013