Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
April Sparkman Dec 2012
We are easily broken creatures,
Like glass hearts that shatter.
Victims of the ones we love,
Slaves to affection.
Hearts beat as one,
Intertwined like grapevines.
April Sparkman Dec 2012
a whisper in the wind
a clap of thunder in the night
a kiss in the rain
the chill of the night
the stars in the sky
the darkness all around
the music that surrounds us
the trees that sway
the blood on the moon
the knife that cuts
the ghosts in an empty town
the morning frost
the call of the sparrow
the shinning saphire
April Sparkman Dec 2012
Good morning
Good afternoon
People rushing through life
As it rains all day
Running through the streets
Wind sweeps by
Hearts are pounding
The sky is falling down
I can't hold on
The world is dying
People are crying
Everyone has gone crazy
Suddenly the music plays
Time seems to stop
One last breath before the end
We all grab hands and pray
The world is ending and there's not much we can do
I don't want to say goodbye.
April Sparkman Dec 2010
Everytime I see your face
Everytime I see your smile
I lose my head for a while
I'm in a transe when your near me
The smell of your skin is heavenly
When you look at me, my knees are waeks and my heart stops
The only problem is you make me help invisible.

I never thought I could feel this way
You're making me crazy
You're all I can think about, you're in my dreams
You're beautiful eyes are distracting
When I hear your voice, my heart beats so loud
It rumbles like an earthquack in my chest.

I can't think straight
I'm losing my mind
My heart belongs to you, I wish you were mine
You hold the key, unlock my heart, free me
Release happiness from inside of me
Hold me my darling, and put your lips on mine
Your such an angel, how do I know your real
Don't you see me, come to me
The only problem is you make me fell invisible.
April Sparkman Dec 2010
In life there is a beat.
The beat is coming from my soul within.
And with that beat you'll hear a scream.
Coming from my hearts waking dream.
The dream is where my love is found.
My love is tied into knots.
To untie them I can never stop.
If I stop this freight train in my brain,
The music would slowly fade away.
Without music it tears a hole,
Into my body's living soul.
From that hole I start to bleed,
A hidden truth from inside of me.
To see the hidden I need to cry,
Pure, clear tears like a looking glass.
Through the glass that cuts so deep,
It becomes a window to a sea of stars.
They live forever among us.
When the tiny bits of light disappear,
The sun light breaks though all barriers.
Crickets chirp and birds sing,
Natures beautiful song.
Every song needs music.
In usic there is a beat.

— The End —