Neglected now is the old guitar
And moldering into decay;
Fretted with many a rift and scar
That the dull dust hides away,
While the spider spins a silver star
In its silent lips to-day.
The keys hold only nerveless strings--
The sinews of brave old airs
Are pulseless now; and the scarf that clings
So closely here declares
A sad regret in its ravelings
And the faded hue it wears.
But the old guitar, with a lenient grace,
Has cherished a smile for me;
And its features hint of a fairer face
That comes with a memory
Of a flower-and-perfume-haunted place
And a moonlit balcony.
Music sweeter than words confess,
Or the minstrel's powers invent,
Thrilled here once at the light caress
Of the fairy hands that lent
This excuse for the kiss I press
On the dear old instrument.
The rose of pearl with the jeweled stem
Still blooms; and the tiny sets
In the circle all are here; the gem
In the keys, and the silver frets;
But the dainty fingers that danced o'er them--
Alas for the heart's regrets!--
Alas for the loosened strings to-day,
And the wounds of rift and scar
On a worn old heart, with its roundelay
Enthralled with a stronger bar
That Fate weaves on, through a dull decay
Like that of the old guitar!
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Please mom and dad,
My hands are small - I don't mean to spill my milk
My legs are short - please slow down so I can keep up with you
Don't slap my hands when I touch something bright and pretty - I don't understand
Please look at me when I talk to you - it lets me know you are really listening
My feelings are tender - don't nag me all day - let me make mistakes without feeling stupid
Don't expect the bed I make or the picture I draw to be perfect - just love me for trying
Remember I am a child not a small adult - sometimes I don't understand what you are saying
I love you so much - please love me just for being me - not just for the things I can do."
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Best friends stick together till the end,
They are like a straight line that will not bend.
They trust each other forever,
No matter if you're apart you are together.
They can be your hero and save the day,
They will never leave your side they are here to stay.
They help you up when you fall,
Your true friends are best of all.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Friends come and go
Life flies by right before your eyes.
You loose ones you love
Yet through it all you still love your life.
People leave you to fight alone
You put on a fake smile to hide all your pain
Yet someone still knows your hurt.
Through it all you still put on a front to satisfy those around you
Thorough it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.
You build a wall to try to keep from getting hurt
You lock up you heart and throw away the key to see who cares enough to look for the key
Through it all there's not many people that got you to open up yet still you love it all.
Struggles meet you in the face to watch you slip up
Yet through it all you wouldn't change a thing.
Through it all you wouldn't change a thing
Through it all you wouldn't trade your life for fame.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 6:08 PM UTC
Who will be the sight,
for the blind?
who will be the voice,
for the mute?
who will be the sound,
for the deaf?
who will stand up,
for those who can not stand?
who but us?
The ones this world will be ran by,
who will be the comfort,
for the beaten?
who will be the light,
in a world of darkness?
who will stand up,
and make a change for the world,
if we do not.
who I ask?
who will but us?
no one will.
the blind will not see,
the mute will not speak,
there will be no sound for the deaf,
those who can not stand,
will not stand,
those who are beaten,
will not find comfort,
there will be no light,
in a dark world,
so if you say no,
and you stand with me,
you will be,
the sight for the blind,
you will be the voice for the mute,
you will be the sound for the deaf,
you will help those who can not stand,
stand.
you will be the comfort for the beaten,
and you will be the Light,
in a very dark world.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
At 6 she wanted to be a ballerina
At 8 she wanted to be a veterinarian
At 10 she wanted to be a teacher
At 13 she wanted to be pretty
At 16 she wanted to be dead
But..
At 18 she graduates high school
At 20 she studies for her final
At 22 she gets her diploma
At 24 she finds her career
At 26 she whispers "I do"
At 28 she holds her new born child
At 30 she wipes her tears and says
"I made it"
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
we struggle to have meaning
in this world which we all know
we try but yet we wonder
where we all should go
hidden in the questions
which we can not find
the answers are all hidden
deep inside our minds
hidden in our soul
is the life we try to hide
but in time it will find you
and it will release
all of its secrets hidden beneath
so before it ruins the life you have made
release those dark secrets
and the memories will fade
hidden in our lives are stories left untold
of the things we didn't want them to know
but once you tell somebody
and make your feelings known
the struggle will be over
and you'll finally be home
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
i dont think you understand
there a demonic side to me
he lurks beneath the surface
just waiting to break free
i no longer trust myself
in making these decisions
these illusions call me out
shot me down with precision
and they're a perfect marksmen
shots only made by the best
and i'm hiding within myself
afraid of all the rest
tho this should make no sense
these shadows are my own
the perfect marksmen are false
images my mind has grown
yet here they stand
and somehow so real
seeing them spun me around
i dont know what to feel
i keep telling myself
everyone has this pain
but im faking this smile
and its really starting to wane
i force it till its back
thankful for all this
strength made from pain
hiding in the darkness
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 7:12 AM UTC
I don't want to be a burden
So I'll just keep my thoughts on the low
But even when I let them go
You don't listen
My heart can't take this
Its hurting as I go
This love it doesn't seem real anymore
I wish I could just say no
But every time I try your sad face doesn't let me go
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC