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 Apr 2018 SoZaka
Harriet Shea
Little angel be my guide
always let me keep my smile
let me hold you dear within
while I pray to God above.

Little angel sing your songs
never let me see a tear, I'll
always keep you close with
me, while I walk my path
to God.

Little angel play with me
so I'll never be alone
let me know what I must
do, to let you rest at
ease within.

Always shine your light
on me, never let me shy
away, let me learn more
every day, the real way
to say a prayer.

I now shall say good
night, hoping that
tomorrow shall bring,
a more thankful me,
with love to spare
among my friends
so far away.

Little angel your so special
I cannot begin to tell you
how much I love you so.

You helped to clear my sadness
away, when I asked you from my
hurting heart, you never told me
wait a minute, maybe later
I shall help, you have always
been my little friend that no
one knows about.

Little angel now I'm old, your
still a standing by my side, I
have asked you a million times
to help me be strong, and each
time you made me stronger then
the time before.

You still make me keep my smile
through my sickness and pain, and
failure to notice, you even shed a
few tears for me, standing by my
side so many years.

My little angel in God's holy light, you
showered down peace and understanding
within my life, of life's, you gathered
all the fragrance of each flower in
one, and showed me God's holiness
within all of us hold.

Bless you my little angel, this time God
hears my little prayer, with blessing from
his heart, to yours, my little one.


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
 Apr 2018 SoZaka
Heart of Silver
The stars stopped in their tracks
When you came walking by
This star girl was immediately captivated
When you came, and caught my eye


Don't you know I think the world of you?
In everything you are and all that you do
Don't you know I think the world of you?
I'd give you my world if you wanted me to
 Apr 2018 SoZaka
Tiana Marie
They say love is hard
and I used to believe it
until I loved you.
 Apr 2018 SoZaka
Jane
April 15, 2018. 11.11am - "Make a wish!"

"Did you make one?"

         I did, I wished for the impossible with all the might of my heart.

"Yep, I did."

         If only you knew, I wish for this with every beat of my heart on
         the daily.

"What is it?"

         I wished for everyday to be like this, I wished to wake up next to
         you, I wished to stay with you.

"I can't tell you, then it won't come true."

         We were meant to say goodbye from the beginning,
         The universe brought you to me, only to leave me attached
         and longing, knowing you'll have to be ripped out my life.
        
I ask myself sometimes, why did I let this happen?

Then I look at our hands, our present, intertwined, even if momentarily, I understand.

To be able to love, to be able to miss, to feel this kind of pain, to go through scrolls of memories with you, to understand depths of myself that were once shallows.

Our paths were always carved into two,

I can only wish,

our paths can come become one again.

Through all the kisses and tears, I'll be yours.

Always.
It feels that I've been in stages and phases of preparation. Preparing myself to say goodbye to you, the acceptance of that hurts. Maybe we weren't meant to say goodbye, maybe we were meant for a hello in the future, in a different time.
 Apr 2018 SoZaka
Heart of Silver
All I have is the sound of lost waves in my head
Oh! It's such a shame!

Not a song, a memory, a glimpse into this other world
Even, to my name.
 Mar 2018 SoZaka
Busbar Dancer
The setting of traps
has always seemed
like a tacit endorsement
of the mice.

Acknowledgement.
Validation.
Admission of failings as a homeowner –
(cracked baseboards or an unsealed gap in the door.)

We are usually responsible
for our own infestations, after all.

The relationship with the mice is codified
“you are vermin,
I am not.
I will ****.
You will die.”

Thus the mice are transfigured,
Christ-like.
Frozen in fear,
frozen in time,
laid bare
on a sticky, chemical
altar of sacrifice.

Saviors
giving their lives
so that we may preserve
those unwanted crumbs
in the vacant space
between the couch and loveseat
where the vacuum won’t reach.
 Mar 2018 SoZaka
mk
she loves you..
 Mar 2018 SoZaka
mk
but she was tired
the kind of tired the moon must feel
when it takes shelter behind the clouds
its light shining through
but hidden;
obscured, it's energy lingering
halfway between good and evil-
a m y s t i c a l aura.
mystical midnight moonlit magic.
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