Darkness and shadows
Loom in the soul.
Pools of tears
Drowning in sorrow.
Ever have one of those days, weeks, or even months when nothing seems to go right?
Empty MeIn darkness
I am blind
a shadow or find
a noise, a creak
my fear at a high.
searching for light
I want to cry
out for an answer
fear in my chest
sadness, my cancer.
A shadow plays
in a corner of my head
a power eats my soul
evil wanting to be fed
out of darkness
please help me see
all that is me
Nature's Ride HomeDriving down the highway
A clear, open path
I see the sky way
Trees all around me
Both sides of the road
I drive, green is all I see.
It is Spring in Florida, yes
it is. Green is the color,
warmer weather a bit of a pest.
I see a black bear as it crosses in front
of me. By the time I get closer
he's gone. He was small, probably the runt.
A few more miles
And my turn comes near
My favorite part of the ride brings a smile.
The beginning of my two-mile journey is a bumpy
one of course. I see piles of twigs that fell from
the trees, making the road a little lumpy.
Critters, wild game, and fowl run amok
through this dirt-laden road
that makes me wish I drove my truck.
Winding and turning, my trip takes me in
to the beautiful land that sits on a lake.
The sunsets over that water should be labeled a sin.
Eight yearsIt's been eight years
And through my early fears
You were there.
You helped me to trust,
A relationship must
When I was in Hell.
There have been ups
of many plentiful cups
And there have been downs.
Our friendship came first
Love shot in a burst;
We are inseparable.
It's no fairytale
Our love is well
It keeps us going.
Bumps here, bullshit there
They couldn't stop us if they dared
We are stronger than that.
These past eight years
Have seen many tears
of sadness and joy.
Thank you for what you've given
Your love has kept me driven
In the new life we have.
I'm Only Happy When it RainsDrip
I hear the drops outside my window.
I hear the thunder roll in the distance
The sound of trucks driving through mud puddles
I lay in bed, listening as the rain pours
hitting the tin roof, pounding through the quietness of the room.
Days upon days, I have slept
in peace and quiet
I drive through the mud puddles
The thunder still rolls in the distance.
The rain is soothing in this dry spell.
I am only happy when it rains.
Short Story: A PoemHere's a short story of how it all came to be
the how, whys, and the crazy parts that create all of me.
There were days on end of the sobs and the blues
For those who thought they knew me, didn't have a clue.
Fear of crowds, fear of the unknown
I had a hard time of making myself shown.
A bit of an introvert, a bit of a pain
My life was headed down a proverbial drain.
I couldn't get out, didn't want to see
I just wanted to be left alone to be me.
My shell broke, and a nut appeared
Things aren't as bad as I really feared.
Learning my past wasn't my fault
Brought some of my problems to a halt.
Forgiveness... I gave it to me
Sometimes things need let be.
I am here now, right with myself and my life
I am learning to take it daily, lessening the strife.
No more put downs, or funny faces to taunt
No more ghost of my past left to haunt.
I am free to be who I am, best that I am
I had to learn to become my own fan.
No more demons, no more evil
to consume me down to be its upheaval.
I am me, I am
Everyday StruggleAnd still
as days go by
I feel I will
get through this.
on days like this one
I feel I can't win
I have lost.
I struggle every day
fighting the saddness
by the madness.
I cry, deep down
Covering my face
I know I can't hide.
It is proof
you have to live
or you will surley die.
This I don't wish but it is part of who I am, a broken heart,
a pain unseen, tearing every layer apart.
The Days Have GoneWhat happened to the days when bikes could be left on the front lawn
or children could play outside til midnight before the first yawn
What happened to family Saturday nights
and summer time trips, watching Independence firework lights
What happened to casually holding hands with a boy
and those boys not seeing girls as toys
What happened to being able to pass grades for test given throughout the year
and not worrying about weapons in schools, now a big fear
What happened to those days
Those days have gone
replaced by a drug induced haze
and a player making a con.
Televisions and internet surfing are now our "fam"
kids these days don't give a damn
And these hard economic times have stopped the trips
choking on unemployment's strongest grip.
The days have gone, and I do miss the easiest of days
of never having to worry and looking at our country in a dark display.
Imprisoned...“Yeah… she’s fine… good care of her… don’t worry…”
My eyes snapped open to the sound of a certain voice outside the door.
Just like always, my eyes were greeted by darkness and my body was shrouded with the familiar cold I’d gotten accustomed to. Summoning the last bit of strength I had left, I pushed myself up from my fetal position on the floor. I staggered to my feet and felt around the room, keeping one hand on the wall to steady myself and the other in front of me to feel my way around the pitch black darkness.
Where’s the door?! Where is it? I silently screamed in desperation.
After several moments passed, I realized that I wasn’t getting anywhere (obviously, since I was still being kept prisoner.)
I closed my eyes.
I thought about just where I was and tried to figure out where was the location of the door, based on the last time I saw the basement with my own two eyes.
Umm, right in front of me? <
Pearl When your heart is broken
Don't believe those liars.
The ones who say,
"There's other fish in the sea"
Why bother with a smelly, common fish,
When you can find a pearl?
And my darling…
You are a pearl to me.
words, silence and love99% of everything I've learned was through words
I have learned so much reading the words
of strangers (who'd died before I was even born)
like how to kiss the wrong boys
and how to curse the world
and how to dream of an infinity
that ceases to exist, like everything else.
So, excuse me if I turn you into metaphors
or look at you as if you were a poem.
they mate for lifeTails wrapped round sea grass
Sheltered by a coral bed
They court each other
Swaying in a pre-dawn dance
Swim side by side holding tails
Late OctoberOctober rain spills on top of fallen leaves; puddles of water over red, orange and yellow. Glassy pools of color raging in a last flourish of life. The drops are cool on the tongue and refreshing- sending a shiver down my spine as they drip down my neck.
Autumn's rushing wind
Little lakes of brilliant hues
Fields of thriving corn.
All Over AgainBreathe in
Hold back the tears
Pretend to be alright
When you're dying inside
Too many secrets
Never truly kept
Too late to turn back
Now that i'm drowning
Inside this pool of despair
I am burdened with my broken soul
All over again
i'm not good enoughI had a dream
that I woke up without acne
and that you wanted to date me
like in the movies but I'm sorry
this is not a dream and I'm sorry
that I am waking up with flaws this time
and I am sorry
Be Kind to YourselfBe as kind to yourself
As you are to all else -
Your ego could sure use the lift,
For sadly you find
That much of the time,
Your friends cannot handle the grit.
Be loving and kind,
You don't want to find
That you've let yourself get run down.
Make love to you
As a lover would do,
Especially when help can't be found.
Hang up your cape
And find your escape.
Wear those pajamas you like.
Let down your hair
And lose all your fear.
Go to bed early tonight.
Let yourself know
It's alright to go
Just a bit crazy sometimes.
Soothe the heartbreak,
Forgive your mistakes.
Write out your story in rhyme.
Make love to you
As a lover would do -
Remind yourself of your worth,
For sometimes in life
We watch ourselves die,
But it's never too late for rebirth.
Not A PsychopathDrugging, Drowning, Incineration;
Fears can become a temptation.
Observing how it all comes to be,
Things like this are what intrigue me.
You say that I suffer from wrath,
I say I'm not a Psychopath.
Gassing, Choking, Asphyxiation;
Thoughts in my mind are at rotation.
How was it set up? How did it start?
Every piece plays a crucial part.
You say that I am twisted inside,
I say I have nothing to hide.
Shooting, Stabbing, Bleeding out;
Some seem certain, others I doubt.
Manner in which it is done can prove
Whether or not it's a vengeful move.
You say that you could never know,
I say it's perfectly normal to show.
Strangling, Poisoning, Falling down;
After these they'd hit the ground.
Trying to find the source is fun
Especially when there's more than one.
You say that it should never grow,
I say some thoughts should flow.
Suffocation or Explosions;
Both of these require motion.
Majority of these require a trap,
Others not so much as a single slap.
You say that I should not have begun,
Wake Up, DorothyWell, they took my name
Yeah, they stole it all
They said, “Little girl, you’ll be a barbie doll.”
We'll buy all your friends
You’ll be the perfect size
You’ll be the first place golden ribbon Nobel prize
But you can't be gay
We’d rather you’d be bi
They said, “Sex is what sells, sweetie; so, don’t be shy.”
We’ll dress you up
You’ll be designer chic
You’ll be the hottest little thing in the news this week
We’ll hide your dirty laundry
While we wash your mind
They said, “Wake up, Dorothy; you’ve left Kansas behind.”
So, I wrecked myself
Yeah, like they planned I would
I said, “Long live the dying heroes of Hollywood."
They can bury me under
But the dirt will cave
I said, “You can’t keep a living spirit locked in a grave.”
Life will Beat you DownLife will beat you down
to your very core.
If you can withstand the struggle,
the pain, the depression,
the (fill in your own words)
Eventually you will notice that,
all of these are there for a
better you that has
yet to come.
Thou who do not
give up hope,
shall get a greater reward,
no matter how many days,
months, years you
have to wait.
This GirlThis world, so full of rules and regulations. So full of the definitions of who they were to become -whom they were to be made into. In these turbulent days where anxiety ran high and patience ran thin, it was she who would lead them to a new identity -a new future.
Freedom was not too far ahead; they could almost reach it with their hands outstretched. The vile and bitter taste of the dust from the paths they were forced to walk, chalky on their tongues; they spit it out in the hopes for something sweeter yet to come. They yearned for the day when their feet could roam wherever their dreams led them -she imagined they all did.
And it was this girl, with the noisy headphones glued to her ears and too much eye make-up; the girl who wore the most outrageous clothes and the best boots. She would wake them all from this nightmare. It was she who would dare to be bigger than all those monsters, stronger than the perpetual fences. She who would break down the doors and lead them all on the p
A Wish for YouMay you always have
brand new pens
with beautiful, flowing ink
and all the words of the world
to tell the story
you want to share
May you find
ears that will listen
minds that are open
and hearts that will dance with you
through the sunshine
and the storms
May you encounter inspiration
when the doubts begin to creep in
from joy and sorrow
interweaving light and shadow
until you've made
a place to start
May there always be
hands to help you
and a hug or two
to help you get through
but when the cacophony fades
may you find your place
in the stillness
your own voice
to speak out with
May the red string of fate
to that place
that you belong to
to that thing
that only you can do
In this crazy web of lies
I hope you can learn
that unyielding truth
hear the harmony
that sings to you
grow those wings
that let you come unglued
SacrificeThe blood trickling down my chest
Is the same blood dripping from the bullet on the ground.
The heart that was punctured
Is the same heart still beating for you.
The world that is so stained and bloodied
Is the same world that you live in.
I will protect you
With, regrettably, the only life that I have.