I'm sitting in my four walled room
They're closing in, like an ancient tomb
I feel like I'm wasting time for two
When all I want is me and you
FacesVoices in the dark, calling my name.
Rising like cricket song, burning like a flame.
Can't you hear them? Their ill-gotten song,
Born from souls of malice, pushing me along.
Every step echoes, down this dreary hall.
Painted faces frown, from perches on the wall.
I can't see their faces, watching through the night,
Just beyond the hedges, always out of sight.
Bolts of light flash, from every passing car.
The chorus is growing, I know they can't be far.
Laying on the ground by a cold, blackened fire
A broken, souless corpse; a victim of their ire.
As the sun begins to rise, the sky burns bloody red.
Pushing away this feeling of dark, swirling dread.
But as I make my leave, I fear for my life,
Staring back from the mirror, my face and bloody knife.
DreamingDream with me, if only for a while,
Of sunlight, dancing naked in the breeze
Or mourning flowers, searching for their smile.
Dream with me, if only you would, please.
I'm sorry I wasn't there at the end,
As you slipped away in that hospital bed.
And I'd give everything just to spend
One last hour, to take back what I said.
That light is coming, I hear it in their cries
Burning like a sunset, so warm and bright.
I see every memory pouring from their eyes.
So please dream with me, if for only one last night.
Yellow RibbonsI carry a ribbon in my pocket for those who can't stand tall,
For those sitting in the rain just waiting for the fall.
I carry with me a lifeline to help drag you back to shore
All I need from you is to give your faith once more.
As you wipe away your tears with a bottle and a cup
The world becomes a blur so you can't tell which way is up.
And as you leave your feet, the world seems so small
And every word you say is a battle, one against all.
You had your hopes and dreams now their bitter and old,
And the warmth you felt inside is now dead and cold.
The gleam of indifferent steel, as you contemplate suicide
Just know I'm here beside you with hope our hearts collide.
I carry in my hand a flower so stark and milky white.
Tears so cold and lonely help to pass away the night.
Upon the ground I place, this flower on your grave,
If only we could have known, this life we should have saved.
LullabyCan you write me a lullaby to sing me to sleep?
I'll wait in blissful silence, not making a preep.
It'll start off slow and crescendo through the night,
And end after daybreak, as we watch the morning light.
We'll dance in our dreams, as the notes carry us along,
Merrily we'll lift our voices, drunk on another love song.
But when the morning comes the night ends,
And the parting of those dear old friends.
With every step your mind quakes,
And with every beat your heart aches.
And the melody starts coming on strong,
And you can't help to hum along.
Can you write me a lullaby?
So I'll remember you when we say goodbye.
Now wipe those tears from those dreary eyes,
And smile for me, as the sun begins to rise.
Words UnsaidSilent like a long goodbye,
Lonely like the darkest night,
Empty as the years gone by,
Drinking dreams till morning light.
These words ring inside my head,
Like church bells for the unsung.
And from my pen, these words bled
To find a grave on my tounge.
A note sits on my dresser,
Yellowed from the march of time.
Its lines are my confessor
To you-- it's my only crime.
EnigmaAs I peer through the darkness, you are the light
Like a fire that stretches towards the sky.
You're always out of reach, but in my sight
I'll never stop trying till the day I die.
You're something like an enigma my dear
One that someday I hope to solve.
And through eyes clouded, now clear
I begin anew, with strengthened resolve.
Snapshot Story: BetrayalThe burning light of the street lights pushes back the entrenched darkness that lay over the radiant beauty of the flower garden. A warm summer breeze blows, causing the flowers to dance. Two women walk through the well-worn path between two large rose bushes. The further they walk the more animated and tense their voices become.
“Damn it Amelia, you just don’t get it do you!” The shorter woman yells her face flush with anger. Her dark hair bobbing as she throws her head about. “What did you expect Emmy? Was I just supposed to let you go wild?!” Amelia yells back. “I’m not a child anymore, stop calling me ‘Emmy’,” Amelia lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Emily, you’re my kid sister, I got to…” “No, you don’t,” Emily yells tears welling up in her eyes. Off in the distance, a clap of thunder echoes.
The two women stand in silence, glaring at each other. “Come on let’s head back
The Swinging GirlAnother summer has come and gone, and a cold autumn wind blows across the silent, windswept field. In the field stands an old, weathered oak. The silent sentry grimaces as it is battered by the cold winds. Several of the leaves fall as the oak readies for a winter slumber. From the tangle of branches hangs an old wooden swing. A young girl sits in silence as she watches the crimson sun fade behind the distant mountains. In the distance, her mother watches from the kitchen of the small cottage that dots the landscape.
Beside the tree sits a tombstone; a small mound of fresh dirt lies beside it. The harsh winds die down as her mother calls out. “Come in dear, it’s time to go,” The girl slowly raises, her head hanging low. As she moves past the swing, it begins to move. Hearing the creaking branches, the girl turns back once, a single tear trickling down her cheek.
As she walks back, the sun gives a final wink before fading into twilight. A gentle breeze plays with the e
SoulsA film of sea salt clings to the window, like eyes who’ve cried for too long.
Dark clouds pirouette in the sky above,
They dance and twirl overhead, gracefully moving to the siren’s song.
Our vessel crashes over eddies, falling as God gives us a shove.
10,000 souls wait below, in the waters of the heartless sea,
Bones of the hungry, the lost and the dead.
The water rushes above the clouds, blue and grey is all to see,
Grasping air with wistful gazes, death is welcoming in her warm bed.
You can count the bubbles, one,
As the lights fade o
Some Broken PeopleSome broken people can hurt you without thought
But believe me when I say it’s not their fault
With an open wound as delicious as yours
It would be a shame not to rub in the salt
So why do you insist on shaking that girl
Do you like playing the martyr on your knees?
Acting like you’re a paragon of purity
Well today that purity feels ripe for disease
Some broken people cry not knowing what for
Have sympathy as they weren’t born with black hearts
Like you and I they have grey matter in their brain
But their thoughts are a great distance from dark
So why do you insist on hitting that girl
When she stopped feeling many blue moons ago?
A waste of energy, like her wasted breath
When she told you that her safe word was ‘no’
Some broken people lash out without warning
At those close to them that they hold most dear
Trying to fight away those armed with feelings
Yet at the same time wishing that they were near
So why do you insist on leaving that girl?
The Beauty of the Blank PageSome people will see the blank page
As comparable to the most dreadful curse
But I see it as potential
To write in my own words the perfect verse
And though this is yet to happen
The promise will always remain right there
Like a newborn leaving the womb
As they take their first breath of fresh air
Some people will see the blank page
As a reason or excuse to give in
But every great literary work
Needed a scribbled first word to begin
Seeds of a thought that blossom
Thoughts that bloom in to an idea
The page slowly becomes your friend
As the reason you’re writing becomes clear
Some people will see the blank page
As their familiar adversary
As difficult to run away from
As the hardest to forget memory
But like those unwanted memories
It eventually will have to be faced
Don’t hide away from the hollow
And with words the blank page will be replaced
I WishI wish I wish I wish I had a thousand years to live
for if I had this wish I wished I'd have much more to give
I wish I wish I wish this world would learn to live in peace
for if I had this wish I wished all mindless wars would cease
I wish I wish I wish all children had a ma and pa
for if I had this wish I wished sweet love would be the law
I wish I wish I wish that I could fly a ship to Mars
for if I had this wish I wished I'd travel to the stars
I wish I wish I wish all people loved their brother true
for if I had this wish I wished no one would e'er feel blue
I wish... I wish...
well, maybe someday
Who says you can't play on broken strings?Allow me to play
on the strings
of your broken heart
to prove to you
that the melody
of your soul
TnM - Reincarnation of Love PROLOGOHace tiempo atrás hubo dos hermanastros los cuales eran unos grandes inventores, su imaginación era fascinante con ella podían lograr lo que deseaban, con unas herramientas lograban cualquier cosa, crecieron en una aldea pequeña conocida actualmente como Danville o Área Limítrofe, en aquel tiempo la aldea no tenía nombre, ambos crecieron junto a un bosque místico, virgen en todo sentido; algunos decían que en el bosque existía seres mágicos, claro que quienes les decían eso eran los locos de la aldea.
Phineas y Ferb eran los inventores del pueblo, ninguno de los dos era mal recibido en la aldea ambos hacían que cada día fuera extraordinario, su sueño era que su aldea tuviera los últimos avances claro sin quitar la diversión, en sus inventos diarios siempre eran ayudados por un joven furioso y de mal carácter (Buford), un joven amante de la ciencia y de la escuela (Baljeet), y una señorita de
Euthanasia of a RoseIf there were beauty in mortality,
It would discern of perennial sanquinity.
The wild rose bygone wickedly bloomed,
Once snipped, is presently doomed
To a sepulcher of cloying placidity,
In an elegant jar of decaying potpourri.
ClairvoyantI am not ashamed of my demons
And neither of my flaws
I have got my simple reasons
The ones on which I can gnaw
I'm not haunted by perfection
That is not what I seek
I prefer real affection
I favour being a freak
I am me not your vision
I can live how I want
I don't need your permission
You are no clairvoyant
Breathe AgainHath they quaver
By any other sway but West
For its fallen brother
I would have taken
Far from mistaken
The beads of sweat from rest
Crackle bones lost milk of mother
Departed as the bending sigh
The one that bred its daughter lie
So seed can bloom with mindful bride
Shed off the blissful slumber
Would golden blaze
Be unlike the brass war-chains
In low remains
Whilst weight shift in its wake
Tell moving breath
Out come its wealth
And not the founding of its pains
Slip from sightless
Gloss a cover of unknowing
No wisp of remorse or remiss
But metal shifts
And opened rifts
Divide an ocean outgrowing
Emblazoned even if in dark
I shall hark
Precious dull that beckons breathe
Even if restrained
Will not let waned
How earthen dreams have left their mark
If I could see
Old ones with minds of gilded time
Would it shine
And make pearls out of shapeless sea
Take their age
Befit a sage
To wrap this darkened world with light