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
MonsterThat bony smile across his face
a sight to take your breath away
as time erupts and slips its pace
a noose of stars that went astray
slips down the sky to find its place.
He said he roamed too far afield
that all his pleas were spurned and shunned
the hands of god refused to yield
They only left him dazed and stunned
with fleshy wounds that never healed.
So now he haunts the fields and fens
and calls the narrow ways his home.
The secrets that no man can ken,
the buzzards bleat a wretched drone
and turn their backs on drowning men.
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie Pov
Pude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.
- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?
Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.
- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorar
Me dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada
- Eso, así
Your storyWhat is it?
What makes you you?
What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?
Who placed it,
and who held it there?
Tell me your story..
and I will tell you mine.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,
Careless type of people,
Who wants to be consumed by evil.
We could ignore the chances of being equal.
Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —
A virus is within a needle.
We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,
Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,
Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.
Wars against our neighbors are frightful,
Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.
How naïve are we to be so hurtful?
Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —
So blinded but we can still see.
We can’t develop sympathy, empathy
For the possibility
Of eventually being able to see
What cannot be seen by humanity —
Mankind is just ugly creatures,
Monsters of the past and the future with new features
That created these procedures
To hate, to rage, to fight,
Blocking the weak sight.
When will we learn
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,
Where people cry and sleep on stone,
They scavenge and beg for food and water,
But in the end they always die alone.
I think once they were just like me,
They didn't deserve to end up like this,
But now they're oppressed and I'm free,
It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.
However, it was their life that was stolen,
In the blink of an eye they lost everything,
Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',
For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.
They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,
We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,
As we pass them by and they silently watch,
I hope they find the world outside my city.
SanguisGrotesque have faults demanded climb
And surpassed the need to ask their place
While windowless columns collapsed
Deluge burn second scores in trace
Meridians bisected meet
For caps have dragged responding tills
Now harvesters live by the axe
For valley walls picked clean have fills
Corralled to anarchy for scraps
The holes claim amany scavenged trail
Joyous in earnest waiting pass
To falls of broken wails
Gregariousness glued their fate
One plate atop its pillar
Glass lips all stain the path of one
Who gives to their creator
In junction of the gimbal's ring
A continuous morose
A faceless sadness unable
To show it short express
Would cliffs trip wheels on lightened hall
Have axles off their ruts
The easiness to turn their flow
Stemmed by what shall abut
A vehicle passengers pile
Evicted into sudden void
Lets clattering the turns bestill
So road has loss the long employed
Now mill pound earth flakes from its bed
The tiles jam bringing its end
As circulates the sounding bleak
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.
Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?
All this makes me gentle yet strong,
and believing here I rightfully belong.
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deep
Where strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleep
Where creeping dread and mystery is everything you feel
Where angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not real
Let's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eat
Or we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheat
Do you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okay
But if it happens to be yellow, scream and run away
Do you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?
It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hair
Let's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in town
She once vanquished a librarian, completely on her own
You want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?
Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.
Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hear
It has the finest melodies, so soothing for your ears
Let's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with K
Her cookies taste angelic, her s