sheyanne-lang
American
I have been writing since I can remember. It has always been therapeutic for me. I wrote my first poem when I was 12 and I have enjoyed writing and sharing my poems ever since. I am a recently published poet through the World Poetry Movement and I continue to search for inspiration. Thank you for reading and I hope that you enjoy.
In flowers of gold, in seasons of old remain the secrets untold
The things that we fear, the things that we need and the things we keep in between
The memories we keep locked, the key we then hide, hauntings of the desires we fail to find
Passions untamed and discoveries unnamed all casing us out into the storm of bliss and shame
The dread that we shelter, the darkness held by (untruth) stone, betrayed our wavering search for the known
Tortured we are, Troubled we remain by the minds we may never regain
In shambles lay our past, in silence our dreams cast; Vacant and lost they can never last
For those who wander, for those who are blind, granted the liberty of an unstained mind.
-Sheyanne L.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 7:08 PM UTC
Although you see me now
You're looking straight through
Although your eyes may glipse
You know nothing of what would seem too new for you
Although I smile when you walk past
You know not of me praying not to cry
Although you may hear my laugh
You are blind of the real me hiding inside
Although you may hug me tight
You may think that you know me to size
All you are really seeing is a mask
You simiply see my heart-strung emotions in a clever disguise
The mask I wear is firm to it's place
You never being allowed to really see my face
And every night when I hang the mask up
I let the tears freely fall, as my palms fill like a cup
I dream of one day when you can see me and
I can finally lift my mask, my daily disguise.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Once again I'm falling
And once agian I'm lost
Once more, I'm calling
Into the dark to my very own cost
Once again you're gone
Once more the light goes out
I try to follow on
My strength to no amount
I'm bleeding, once again
My world flooding in tears
This time I'm sure that I can't mend
What has been caused by my fears
Once more my love as been thrown away
One more time I blindly followed back
I can barely see through the pain to find my way
I need to find light, I'm so tired or seeing black
Once again I'm slowly healing
Hoping to not wish for more of your charms
For when you come to me pleading
I'll find myself back in your arms,
-Sheyanne L
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:48 PM UTC