time, it never lingers winds are always blowing oceans, waves for life to swim watch birds rise, from restless seas with wings, your heart will soar through clouds of light birds will show the way
I inhaled It felt as though I was breathing in sulphur I exhaled and ached Forever
I pondered the elusiveness of hope How what remains of it Flickers and fades Always I witnessed the castle I built in the air disintegrate Into a million particles of matter Dreams do turn into dust
Swirling in a vortex Of hopelessness and discontent I cannot free myself from In the centre of something mightier than who or what I could ever be in any lifetime I questioned the incomprehensible nature of life And how I lost reason In my feverish chase for excellence
I reached the finish line Of an arduous journey The applaud ceased Eventually Then everything Was riddled with silence I wept.
she breaks the bread of her mind and hand feeds it to her child its young eyes look at her with questions unanswerable
the bitter food of her deviant thought helps sculpt its newborn mind to the tattered doctrines of her own dark past to the illness that her heart breeds this should not be....should not be
years unfold like the passing clouds silent spectators of the hidden things that were behind that door behind the closed shades of that home the child did not grow only festered like the weeping of an open wound this should not be...what is to be done...who will stop this
the worlds days flutter past the windows without pause to their endless flight
as the child now sits alone with its tainted self in the thick air of its room listening to the sounds of angers in another world across the hall a world it cannot understand a world that should be filled with loves but is only a battlefield
as we see this child now in our hearts eye we too cry out with what dark things our empathy beholds feel helpless in the face of such
as we see this child in our hearts eye it reaches down and breaks the bitter bread of its mind and hand feeds it to the plastic doll that it calls child
Some days I want a notebook all covered in pretty things And I would fill it with sugar and warmth and happiness with swirling silver letters and poems and stories I could never write that could never be right
Some days I want a notebook to fill with dreams in cursive curls I'd write love letters and song lyrics and sweet dreams that tickled my thoughts in the night
Some days I want a notebook in a candy pink room with flowers on the walls and romance on the shelf with knights and princes that for me would fight
One day I bought a notebook a diary of dreams, an empty page for a prince One day I bought a notebook