Wandering down an empty road
making a new path
a new life is born
a new piece of history
just waits to unfold
Driving past the city streets
in an alley is a seat
for the homeless, more a palace
where more then the rats come to feast
Sailing past the fish in the sea
looking in the water
ripples tearing through
soft glaze of the sun's reflection
Crawling through the woods at night
animals searching for a bite
jumping in a tree with all their might
forcing life to stop.
Wandering down an empty road
making a new path
a new life is born
a piece of history
that can never turn back.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
Do it quick, she says
this won't hurt a bit he says
silence fills the room
a puff of smoke
and everything disappears
the audience just sits in awe
the stage goes black
the lights come up
people leave wondering what will become
the back doors open
the magician steps out
wandering into the night
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
I dream of your tears like a midnight moon
I feel your pain, but who can I trust saying that too?
Who would understand how I do?
Or why?
Why do you do that to yourself?
So that you cry?
I know how it feels to be alone
To be so depressed that you want to die
I know that feeling all to well
Just as I know your pain
Can you help me make things the way they were meant to be?
I feel the blood running down my hand
Was it all just a dream?
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
A tree grown with care
Will never be bare
Loving words will help it rise
Through the dirt, to the sky
From the ground it will soar
In the yard forever more
With it's branches it will clasp
All the woods in it's grasp.
the needles will keep the limbs intact
While the cones become a snack
The squirrels will play, the birds will sing
From the branches, to the swing
It only takes a little work,
a little love, and a lot of dirt.
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 11:51 PM UTC
i hear the crickets
i listen to the thunder
i hear the phone hang up
and i listen to the sirens screaming
i bite my tounge
i taste the rain
i bite my lip
and i taste the salt
i inhale the aromas
i smell the storm
i inhale the thick air
and i smell the dirt
i touch the sink
i feel the metal
i touch the floor
and i feel the pain
i see white walls
i imagine another life
i see my blood
and i imagine your face
Jan 28, 2010
Jan 28, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
She's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free
free from broken hearts
and broken lives
she's a broken angel
looking for a key
she's really not sure
where it could be
she's tired of lost hopes
and lost dreams
she's a broken angel
with no place to be
she lives amongst you and me
she wants to find her place
a place she can call her own
she needs to feel like a person
without a fear
she has some requests
which she needs to feel complete
she's a broken angel
floating over the sea
she's waiting
waiting to be free.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
My heart stopped
synced to the dial tone
I knew I'd never hear your voice again
And suddenly I couldn't breath
as if a plastic bag was hung over my head
The world will end in a thunderstorm
brought on by the wind
and followed by a hurricane
The night is growing colder
as the clouds complete the sky
Those words played back
a broken record in my head
You said everything would be okay
But the walls were closing in
as if the world was tightening its grip
The world will end in a thunderstorm
brought on by the wind
and followed by a hurricane
The night is growing colder
as the clouds complete the sky
Please don't let this feeling be the last
I can't hold on to such a thought
And please keep close to my heart
It's outside in the back
sitting on the swing
and the storm is coming.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:47 PM UTC
Paper looks so much better
with ink bleeding through the seams
thoughts written down
to be crumpled up and thrown away
objects to be traded
only to fall inside the couch
making checks and bills
destroying lives and souls
words that can't be spoken
feelings that will never be heard
to be recycled
and forgotten
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:46 PM UTC
day dreaming, there's music in my head
steps match the beat of the drums
a conductor in a grand orchestra
woken by the nightmare of your face
blood and oil pool the street
run and hide she says
there's no time to beg
run and hide she says
there's no time to plead
reflection of that knife
caught deep in the bone
last chance to say no
break through the bricks
never look back again
better run he says
there's no need to beg
run home quick he says
the dogs are out tonight.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
There's a long green ladder
leading to a grand red castle
with monsters along the way
the castle breathes a heavenly scent
its beauty shines like a million gold coins
while still delicate as a butterfly
its children, hidden deep below
wait for the perfect moment
a knight to soar in and carry them away
when the weather changes, the castle crumbles
only to rise again even more beautiful
reborn again like a great phoenix.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:42 PM UTC