I used to suffer through the pain.
A pain never ending.
I finally say no more,
Because I've given up.
There will be no more battles to fight,
No more sleepless nights.
This needs to end now.
And with a jump, it does.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
You stand by me when all gets dark.
You stand by me when my world falls apart.
You're always there, at my side
You never left, you never tried.
With you I'm complete.
Something no one else, can see.
Together, two pieces of a whole.
Two pieces, of one soul.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Songs of the songbirds sung high,
Gracing the ears of passers by.
Sweet lullabies from the nightingale,
Make songs from the songbirds, seem pale.
The nightingale sings its tune for all to hear.
People stop to listen, and for the singer, they peer.
Hoping for a glance of the singing bird,
They search and search for the singer of the song they heard.
Hiding now from its admiring audience,
The nightingale continues to sing and sing for not a single pence.
Tired and content the nightingale stops and dozes,
Waiting for tomorrow, hidden, among the roses.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
I wander barefoot oh rolling hills of green, sun shining on my face.
Looking down at my toes I see flowers, blooming with life.
Busy bees buzzing from blossom to blossom, humming as they pass.
Every step stirs the dandelions, their seeds dance and swirl around me.
I gaze upward to look at the fluffy white clouds marching on.
I soon hear a choir of birds, their songs carried by the breeze.
They sing and flutter above me, weaving together elegantly as one.
I lie down with my back on the grass and lay enchanted.
Enchanted by the beauteous nature around me.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
Her unending gaze wraps victims in a haze.
She has nothing to own, but her victims of stone.
With a head of snakes, her heart aches.
No one to love but the snakes above,
for every man she sees starts to freeze.
Deemed a monster, never to prosper,
she's forever alone with her victims of stone.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
The evening sky grows murky green
The winds whip and roar
Clouds swirl and merge together
A funnel begins to form
As it drops, people scream and hide
It hits the ground and dust and debris fly high
It destroys everything in sight
People cry and pray to their god,
but the tornado obeys no one,
and does what it loves best...
Destroy
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
The blood rose remains
Vengeful for eternity
It never forgets
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Many people ask me about my past
A past I've worked so hard to try and forget
I ran away from my past, I ran so fast
And I know it's something I'll never regret
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
A snow white rose sits in it's bush,
without a care in the world.
People gaze and admire its beauty.
They come back and pluck all of her friends,
leaving her all by herself.
She cries dew drops as everyone passes,
not even a second look is given.
Days pass along with all the people.
Suddenly a woman stops and says,
"Hey, why is there only one rose?
It's wasting precious space with this giant bush!"
She begins chopping at the bush with haste.
The rose cries out for help, but everyone turns away.
She decides enough is enough and lashes out.
Her thorny vines whip at the woman and blood flies,
landing on the white rose creating red stains all over.
The woman never comes back, but others do.
They try to whack away at the bush,
but she won't have it.
The rose whips and lashes at her victims,
and blood flies and flies.
Soon the rose is covered in their scarlet blood,
and the stains never went away.
She was the first red rose, but certainly not the last,
for people started paying tribute and honoring her,
by giving her red rose children to their dates and spouses.
She only wanted to be noticed and not brushed aside.
Now she is revered and oozing with pride.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
I sit out in the meadow at night.
I look up and see the moon shining bright.
While the fireflies dance.
I look on in a trance
and stare directly into the moon's light.
The crisp leaves fall down around me.
As they dance and twirl, they fill me with glee.
Childhood memories begin to stir,
But then they begin to blur.
I then awaken beneath the tree.
Snowflakes fall gently covering the ground.
I walked down the street and heard a sound.
I heard a beautiful song.
And I stopped to sing along.
It was the holiday spirit I found.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC