Poetry from Jayson Blair's student website:
A burnt-out heart, torched and charred by the journeys of life
Its been carved out of my chest by disappointments like a knife.
The experience was blinding, converse to a time when light was all I could see.
The bitter darkness of love lost long ago, took over nearly every ounce of me.

From the moment that the splinters of my heart flew and knocked out the lights.
That point until now, I had refused to give anyone a chance to be Miss Right.
I revel in the blackness, blinding boarding one meaningless ship to another.
In women who are as beautiful as kaleidoscopes, I see only the absence of colors.

Happy to be with many womenand yet still be alone.
Don't really mind the darkness, not searching for a way back home.

And then came the moment that I saw you, I hesitantly stare.
Afraid that someone — including myself — will notice, that I might actually care.
Sacred silly that my head might realize, there is still a heart in there.

In so many ways a reflection of me.
In many others, so much better than I'll ever be.

I hesitantly glance at you, beautification from a distance.
Admiring your mind, talents, beauty and cool independence.
I stare for a while, hold my cards close to my chest.
Too bad what's left of my heart is obviously worn on my vest.

You take me back to a time, when I remembered at the least that there were colors to see.
Swirling, reflecting, alluring rays of lights, a place where rainbows of life surrounded me.
As I look into the those hazel brown, burnt sienna eyes.
The green sparkle on the pupil, illicits a smile, and allows for a moment, to feel my tears dry.

I see their hazel amber, as they allow rays of light into my darkened life.
Separating the red, yellow,blue and green,like a gentlepaletteknife.

Eyes, a soft heathery canvass, a window into to your heart.
Your mind, beauty and talents, an alluring combination that makes up the color chart

I recognize and understand your occasional insecurity.
If you could only see the way those hazel eyes reflect back on me.

Do you see how those light brown eyes cause so many colors in my heart to dance?
A window into something special, that makes me want to give "that word" a chance.
 [Ed. noteDon't quit your day jo...nevermind.]
Jayson Blair's student site