In the dead of night not a person in sight
I walk the street of unending sorrows
My tears are streams of countless pain
I walk, fists clenched, dragging the shovel
My feet takes me to an unknown land
Leafless trees and cold hard stones
Stones with names I do not know
Names that mark helpless souls
Soul; what is that? Where is mine?
Questions that will never be answered
At the edge of the land a nameless stone
I walk over and begin to dig
Deeper deeper deeper deeper
Sweats of blood drip into the dirt
In the dead of night not a person in sight
I lie in my grave counting the stars
Slowly and quietly I slip away
Away from the world, from all I have known
Still in my death I cry tears
My tears are streams of countless pain
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
I close my eyes and see
Him standing beside me,
His arms tightly around me,
As his lips press onto mine.
I close my eyes and see
Us sitting side by side
As laughter fills the air
His fingers locked into mine.
I close my eyes and see
His eyes gazing into mine
He whispers in my ear
The three words I long to hear.
But when the night is over
I find myself alone.
I know that he is deaf
As I silently scream "I love you!"
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:31 PM UTC
The love between them was so very deep.
He held them with care even in his sleep
The laughters they shared were so very dear
In times of sadness he poured out every tear.
Never has anyone seen such love between a boy and his toys.
He spent much more time with them than other little girls and boys
Those toys loved the companion of their dear friend
They enjoyed each waking hours that they spent.
But an end must come to even the best of things
Those toys never again heard the little boy's cheerful greetings
Instead dreadful wheezy coughs took that place
And no more of his soft rosy face.
The toys could not understand why they played no more
They wanted to be loved again, instead they lay on the floor
Days, weeks, months went by but he only got worse
Then one day those lonely toys saw everyone weep, even the nurse
"He was such a beautiful boy!" they heard people say
Those toys did not understand, they just wanted to play
They sat waiting, waiting for that child
They wanted to see his sparkling eyes and precious little smile
That boy's unconditional love for them is what they lack
And so they kept waiting for him to come back.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
I stand in the middle of a glorious bright room
With a smile spread across my face
Laughter escapes from my lips
As my eyes twinkle with joy.
In a dark corner I hear a voice;
My name sofly being called.
Pleading my to join the darkness
I slowly walk over.
I find myself in a burning flame
Scorching me to the core
Trapped and unable to break free
My eyes sting with tears.
Others still see my blithe self
My smile though remains.
My heart becomes demolished
As my unseen soul cries out for help.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC
A dazzling silver light radiates from above
Cryptic little diamonds glimmer in the sky
Fire blazing around me
As I am engulfed in a calming flame.
My heart fills with wonder
There, a glowing hand awaits me
I reach out barely touching it
Stillness overwhelms me.
I open an eye
The fire diminishes,
The hand vanishes,
As my dream slips through my fingertips.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 1:07 AM UTC