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Allison Toby Jan 2012
One fateful morning
With the sun I rose
As I inhaled my first breath
A part of me awoke.

I could feel my eyes laughing
The light around me spoke
What if one fateful morning
Unexpected you awoke...

To find each moment blossoming
Underneath your nose.

Every time the sun rises
A new heaven grows.

And with its will
I shall defeat woes.

And with its strength
I shall befriend my foes.

And with its smile
My spirit will remember what it knows.

And I said “god whats this miracle?”
and I said “god whats this miracle”
and I said god whats this miracle for?

I was walking through a garden when I came to a rose
As I knelt down beside it

A lone raindrop flowed
From the kingdom of the petal to the earth below

As it met the its fate,
to me it spoke
....

I was walking down the valley
when I came to the sea

And then to my surprise
It parted for me

Is this the path that will finally set me free?
Has God heard my prayers?

Is this his gift to me?

Even if I choose,
this path I should follow

What if I'm half way through it
and I get swallowed?

What is gods hand
runs out of steam?

What if he decided,
I'm not worthy?
Allison Toby Jan 2012
Eight years old
Head aching
Heart breaking
As a child

I wept
the days went by
as a child

I went to school
I broke the rules
I got labeled

An outcast
A rebel
An anti-christ
A trouble maker

A real creator
A real creator
A real creator
A real creator.

Time went by
I wondered why
I even went to school

I was there tool.

They were teaching me
What they wanted me to see

But I saw through
And I still do.

And I don’t see
Why society
Has got to effect me
Like I see
It effects you

I dont feel any attachment
There needs be no interaction

Cause I cant live
There lies.

What they have choosen
For me.

For us all
To be.

Slaves
Who think they are free.

Small comforts
Can be

A necessary
Part of the illusion
Its proven

But tell me why
Is it ok?

Why do they think
Its ok
To live this way?

Its not right.
Its not right.
My heart cries
Its not right

My spirit doesn’t lie
And its putting up a fight
With all  its love and light.

Its putting up a fight
With all its love and light.
These are actually just lyrics from an improv jam.
Allison Toby Jan 2012
I'm a criminal
Of the heart

I took advantage
From the start

I cast my spell
I had you caught

I left you stranded
In thought

Victim of my volatile heart
Your forgiveness I seek
Until I can heal myself
Insanity is my plea.

I put myself on trial
I give myself over

For the crimes
of yesterdays denial
haunt me today

so selfishly
Guilty is my plea
To insanity

Blind I had become
To the pain of the fatherless son.
Allison Toby Jan 2012
Eye level with the tree
Silently, they stare at me
The sincere green leaves
Blowing to say hello

Silence
Growing tenderly

Louder
Silence

Growing intently

Softer and softer
In the night.
Silence
Grows intently.

Tenderly
Softly

Echoes
Through the night

Reflecting its purity
Off the moonlight

Reflecting it
into your eyes
Tonight.
Allison Toby Jan 2012
What does the moon do on a cloudy night?

I can not see
The shining crescent.

Nor can I feel its presence
Reign the sky.

Above is gray
No light moon rays

Peering through.
To tell its secrets.

What does the moon do on a cloudy night?

What is to say of existence?
Allison Toby Jan 2012
In the deepest realms of my heart
Lives sadness.

An uncontrollable sadness
Created by failed triumphs
And demons of the mind.

Kindled in the center of my heart
Is a soft despair.

Inviting my soul
To entrapment by bloodfilled tears.

In the pit of my stomach
It lives.

Haunghnting me
Since I can remember.

The demons found there way
To this world
Through my thoughts
And my mind.

Staining the center black.

Yet this is my triumph.
Overcoming despair.

When I am sad
I am in the deepest sorrow I can imagine.

But I am not scared.

They have found there home
I cannot stop them now.

But in the depths of my soul,
I will overcome.  
..........................

There are parts of my soul
That are stained black.
For the demons have stricken
But I'm taking it back

There are depths of my soul
That had never seen the light
There are pieces of my heart
That turned away in fright

There was a sadness
Living in the deepest pit of my soul
Feeding of the demons that kept me in that hole

They thought they found a home
In the dark parts of my soul
But I wanted them to know
I was in control

I wont let despair become apart of me
I am not defined by what I cannot control

I wont let fear run my psyche
I am the light, in the black hole
I am the light, in the black hole.
Allison Toby Jan 2012
Let what is unknown excite you.
Let the unfamiliar invite you into its home.

Do not take for granted.  

Anything.

Pain.
Happiness
Tears
Smiles
Laughter
Death
Bir­th
Family
Friends...

Anything
and
Anyone
You experience
Is here for your learning .
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