the space i live in is empty

my eyes hurt

the strange feelings in my body are heavy

rolling along with the ones you'd die for

things change

now they're the ones you cry for

not crying because of distance

rather the closeness that creates such sickness

rumernating thoughts about the end

same conclusion

there's always that friend

is it true love

or do we jsut hope they'd care

as you drift into the other world

smiles creep down

and soak into me

bliss exists 

it consumes me.

-bessie

poem of sunshine

the type ones face longs for 

throught the window 

it falls on the floor

strings pull smile back from winter

heart begins to lift

and eyes glitter

the dys of joyous living

no cold day blues

or wet day shivers

knee caps ache for activity

mid-drift swivels in anticipation

this hope

this expectation

slowly crumples back into reality

the sun will shine

there will be times

the truth may stay,

not to be dissolved with higher moods of the day,

heart drops, 

umbrella proped,

next time sunshine comes

let's not let go of it. 

into the dreams

i choose to adventure

back into nature

isn't mother earth clever

enjoy the day's with rays

they are happiness in a cylender.

-bessie

buzz and hum

buz and hum lives in my feet

anxiety chooses to reside in my teeth

consious of my lips,

pirsed with an anger not willing to be released.

in the muscles is the sorrow

in the stomache is the sickness

it's the eyes that lie,

the voice steers the boat.

body fights,

mind gives in everything,

voice leads my person

throught the maze of life.

each hearbeat.

each breath.

this body is my future.

the past is my bread.

-by bessie

thanks

i proably should sleep,

but to sleep is then to wake,

to wake once more and again

to the realness and pain,

each day brings new challenges,

regret, frustration, sorrow, anger,

never hopelessness

for giving up on progress,

one loses it all,

confusion bubbles,

each finger struggles.

the body is reality

life has been chosen

to question why,

the combination that is me,

the life that is mine,

the future that will be,

I choose dreaming.

the only truth that is real,

so real in it's lie

the unfolding of events, emotions, digestion, relaxation.

dreaming is my vaccation.

life is a chore

to quit is to relenquish thanks,

but thanks I have not.

-by bessie

dear happiness

oh where'd you go,

dear happiness?

sunk as far into the present as possible,

to feel the weight lift is regretted

as one knows the build up ill flow

face smiles,

people forget,

front lines charge forward

each body sell will cringe

and dance with emotions of a country.

lungs fill, heart stops, feet drop,

sounds soften as passion is forgotten,

why bother with relationships,

the one true importance of life,

so easily lost, broken,

but never forgotten.

old names, new crazes.

why is it we know more about hollywood

than we do our neighbours

soft sighs, night skyes, bird crys,
drifting throught the motions,

awake when we sleep,

why is it always of you that I dream.

-by bessie byrne