Tear drop specials

Wallowing in my sinful misery I think of the things I've done

The things I forgot

and those who I wished were here

Wallowing in my personal vindication

I'm alone with response

Alone with remorse

I'm crystalline and full

I've reached an ever present sphere.

I am who I can be, all the time all the while

I'm just a small insignificant being

Wallowing I'm misery embodied.

I've filled with such sweet sorrows I'm sour.

The light reflects off my ever fulfilling life

a thousand diamonds of ice and light.

The full spectrum of every colour.

Lonely, bracing, hopeful, racing.

I'm just a tear.

I run down the face through the eyes, pushing struggling for freedom.

I've brimmed on the eyes daring to break but willing to stay

I'll show no pain.

At times I'm filled with joy and happiness

At times I'm everyone's friend.

At times I satisfy the lustful need

At times I'm all that we need.

The salty taste I fill the cheeks

Running slowly down

I spot glasses I make others weep.

I'm a tear.

Dripping thousands hoping hundreds I feel the pain we share.

I'm the silent relief the thousand words.

I'll never leave your side,

I'll never make you hurt

I'm a tear.

just one small insignificant Tear.

Authors note:

I suppose if you were to think about what I'm trying to convey here is that not all tears are painful and they don't always show you that someone is sad, its the feeling we hide the things that escape then can make us especially glad.

First Flight

I stand nervously on the green golden field.

The sky is bright and beautiful,

I crave to feel the wind in my soul, the loosening of everything, the freedom.

I place my hand out at my side, its time I'm hopeful and anxious.

Up I cry Up I want to go! Up! now and forever to behold!

The quivering delight spreads through my soul, I'm holding it

the broom, my freedom!

I mount the broom, my first dear friend.

I kick off from the ground, it just can't end!

Up I soar, higher and higher! Up I cry I want to feel the clouds crying!

I zoom around the mount and over the seas I race all the way down and feel the waves in my knees

I fly so high the birds are startled. They know what not to make of my flight.

Alone in the sky I'm the only one here.

I'm the first the last the few and the near.

No human before has touched these skies,

I cry to the echoes they're mine!

I'm the first, flier, the first soaring human.

Neither witch nor wizard I'm free.

No place have I ever needed so near, I'm free

My first flight,

My first freedom

The first human

The first flier.

Authors Note: I always wondered what the first witch, or wizard I'm not to sure who, felt when they soared up into the skies. I imagined it would be something like this. I hope you enjoyed the two short poems I wrote and please review, maybe I'll write more, like my first purple quill. :D