88 Keys by Michaela Go

I have 88 keys to speak for me
to sing my tears
and mirror my fears
to expose my heart
to anyone who hears

I have 88 keys
to narrate my heartbreaks
sooth my heartaches
berate my mistakes
to convey just what I want to say
to color my world when it turns grey
and take me away
to fantasy lands just for a day

I have 88 keys to free my mind
when its confined
in convoluted binds, entwined
to make you see
to the 360th degree
the depths of someone I call me

Chance Encounter with Innocence

Just a glance
No attempt at a greeting
Like two strangers in a crowded city

Since elementary have I known him
An already rambunctious and rebellious child
Always testing the limits of authority
The question 'why?' always at his lips
A bully of sorts in the eyes of his peers
Hated by at least one or two
Loved by the ones who craved his cruel power
But still, an innocence he did possess
His childhood still within his grasp
Maturity still to come with age

But now I realize my childish naiveté
For never did I foresee
That a chance meeting in my neighborhood would bring
The distinct smell of weed
Lingering at my nose
Images of a child
Lingering in my mind
And nostalgic sadness
Lingering in my heart

Losing T.R.S.

Why didn't you tell me

That you were doing drugs

Why did I have to find out

From everyone else

Why did you even start

To take a break from life

To be cool? Have fun?

To appear as if you don't give a fuck?

Then why the secrecy

Can't you at least be proud of what you do?

I wonder if six years of friendship

Means anything to you?

If I told you to stop

Would you?

Or would you just see me as harsh

Judgmental

Do you know that my heart breaks

My eyes swell with tears

At the thought of you and your drug induced death

Because those drugs are death you know

Yeah, I know

A little experimentation

Never hurt anyone

But surely you can see

The distance it's put between you and me

With all your secrets

And my inability to understand …

I mean, what's the difference

Losing a loved one to death

Or just losing a loved one

Either way

You're still gone.

And I miss you