You left you imprint on me, by bruising me.
With your fists you wailed on me
turning me cold
Sucker punched my chest cavity to snatch the wind from me
Blackened my eyes, to cause me to see your perception of me...
Caused my lips to bleed, that I might forever remember the way your words could
Your mouth is a military weapon, and with your words you sniped my hope, dreams and integrity
Pinned my hands behind my soul and murdered my young woman hood, execution style.
You left your imprint on me, by bruising.
Leaving eternal, never healing bruises on my metaphysical
These both literal and metaphorical bruises were your love letters to me
The only intimacy I ever knew with you
The only time I desired to call out daddy
Solely in plea for you to release your grip on me
End your constant jabs at my self esteem
causing me to buckle and reach for the emptiness in the atmosphere without any faint hope that you would cease
These never healing scars I trace and follow along the lines of my spirit have all but faded
As I lie, awakened by cold sweats and the realization that I am beyond jaded,
I curse the thought of you
Because you left an imprint on me, by bruising me
Bruises that no amount of frozen steak or peas can relieve
You bruised the very fabric of my being
Causing me to reach out in the night, trying to grasp my shattered dreams of what you could be,
But instead, you left your imprint on me.
And because of it I shutter, quake and quiver at the mention of your name.
Because you bruised me.
the quietest words are the loudest
knowledge and open eyes to the real world
through prose i speak and speak alone
nobody encouraged me to be outspoken
i was a shut-in, trapped for months
like anne frank, with only power in writing
i found power in words, nobody taught me
how to live, but i learned how to exist in
a world lost in it's sin, a mediocre society
lost in it's power of indulgences and faith
with paper and pen, i can capture honesty
the most brutal tragedy, the most beautiful love
i've never felt intense fear, like hanging off a cliff fear
but i've been pushed to that cliff one too many times
i've always been scared of heights and losing someone
but my fears are all in my head, my heart is power
my heart is courage, my heart is love
it is the first and last thing i have
I try to workout diligently,
at least 3 times a week,
the muscles are tight and strong,
I'm certainly no geek,
I pump the iron, walk the track,
listen to my tunes,
but lately I've been distracted,
watching for ms June
She's quite the lovely lady,
recently moved to this place,
she is French, with sweet accent,
puts smiles on my face,
vous êtes l'homme élégant she says to me,
her eyes sparkle bright,
I have no idea what that means,
so I just smile with delight
sometimes she reaches out,
and touches me on my arm,
de tels forts muscles she says,
and this makes me warm,
I need to study French I guess,
so I won't look the fool,
for all I know, there is a chance,
she is calling me a tool
the thing that's bad about this all,
is I work out way too long,
trying to impress this girl,
make her think I am King Kong,
now my muscles are getting sore,
I'm working way to hard,
if I keep this up much more,
I'll be searching for my doctor's card
When it is nearly over
When the pain is gone
When the lies and anger ceases
And winter is my friend
'I watch as he destroys
the one I leave behind
no power left inside
And winter takes a hold
He ruined my self respect
He ruined my childrens lives
The anger and the tantrums
Are frozen now in time
Hurting and then the sorrow
The shouting and the pain
The lies and lies and lies
Winter at its worst
Emptiness surrounds me
And walls I build to keep
My sanity is fading and I know I am on the brink
Of losing my existence and will to fight the foe
When I finally have the courage
To walk away and say
I will not be bullied and I will not lay down and die
Is when the spring will melt away all the hurt of winter time
They exiled him from their loveless land
for willingly breaking its rule again and again,
he was asked to kill love, once and for all
love that moves as silent waves of the sea,
never ceases to move, within the depth of his heart.
He was chained and treated like an outcast,
how could a loveless world understand,
the meaning of his passion, that binds him with hers.
He was out of his mind they surmised
never could they imagine they were the ones insane.
Every morning a grubby voice will ask him:
"Do you still hear the music of love the waves play?"
he was calm and said"I am yet another one, like Prometheus,
this is my fire, I stole it for me, her and all other lovers,
your heartless world can never snatch it from me,
not till the moment my soul depart my body"
Jaylin was scared and detrimental -
with runaway scars,
his heavy breathing,
and the wolves chasing such a forgotten soul.
"I'm more afraid of death then before,
more afraid of the teeth ripping through my skull,
I have to end this dream.",
He said screaming, knowing it was but of no dream.
Is the end just above the harassing, or still just a mere speck waiting to be seen.
he screamed again, as the snow touched his face
- wishing his fellow friends could hear.
the mindless memories all over his body warned him.
It warned him he was still wanted by them.
Still yearned by the ones of which owned the forest.
"Jaylin, run! Run now!"
this wasn't his mind, but the mysteries' wind that ran next to him.
He heard it, but didn't know what it said until he saw them -
barking, running and almost screaming.
Jaylin stopped to listen to this screaming,
as if the screaming was the sound of a thousand ghosts that the Wolves killed.
Hearing all this he knew he wasn't the first.
"How could the wind know?,
Why are there some many voices in my head!?,
I don't want to be trapped like the other lost and forgotten souls!,
I don't want to be screaming in endless time of death !",
what was wished for was soon put away in the hollow sound of the universe.
they found him.
and the taste of death
where all things felt when Jaylin was bitten.
Bitten by The Wolves.