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Danielle Dec 2013
Do not go gentle into that good night,*
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words have forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
*Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Danielle Mar 2014
Times are tough, very hard,*
I need to keep my eyes open and on guard,
I fall like glass, a broken shard.



You are here, I am there.
My heart says care, life says beware.


No matter where you go, it will always snow.
With new beginnings and new life,
I will tread the hidden path.


Though summer seems short,
And winter is long,
This might be where I belong.

Times are tough, very hard,
I now know to keep myself on guard,
*I fall like glass, a broken shard.
Danielle Dec 2013
I draw my arm back,*
And breathe in, out,in,out,
Feeling as though I don't have a doubt.
~
You are behind me,
Pulling my arm along with yours,
I breathe again slowly.... In. Out. In. Out.
~
I turn my head around and look into your beautiful eyes,
Beautiful, beauty like the skies,
I love the color, the color of those eyes.
~
We both breathe the same breath,
The same rythym beating inside our chests,
In. Out. In. Out.
~
Your hands on my waist,
Clenching tightly, but gently,
The Winds blow through the trees.
~
I release the arrow that my bow holds,
It hits the target dead in the center,
To my heart you enter.
~
I smile at my accomplishment,
At our happy, steady, temperament,
I feel like a bird, tired and bent.
~
You turn me around, spin me in your arms,
Kiss me gently on the lips,
Whisper a poem in my ear,
~
We breathe, we kiss, we touch, we love,
It feels as though a dozen Angels are watching from above,
We soar, we fly, like white, silvery doves,
In. Out. In. Out.
Danielle Dec 2013
I often dream,
About you, it seems,
Your face reflecting off the moonbeams.
~
I often dream
Of your beautiful eyes,
And when you walk in,*
All the sadness dies.
~
I often dream,
About your lips, on mine,
Which softly combine and entertwine.
~
I often dream,
Of you as a person who,
Will notice me someday,
When will it be?
Time will never say.
Danielle Dec 2013
The journey I must travel is one I must go alone,
Though the trek is wearisome and takes almost a lifetime to accoplish,
I know I am prone to go on this journey alone.*

The Wind blows North, but I go South,
I fear for those of the Unencumbered,
Who sit around with all their days numbered.

My time may be short, but I will surely make it last,
I do not know what to do, I am as fragile as glass.
The sky laughs at me while the Winds comfort me.

To this journey I am prone,
*On this journey, I must go alone.
Danielle Dec 2013
I feel trapped, trapped in these prison bars,
Making, creating scars within,
I have done something wrong, I committed a sin.
~

It feels wrong,
To be stuck in here for so long,
I feel weak but yet so strong.
~

I need to break out of this holding cell,
This is it, I'm in hell,
These prison bars are too strong to tell.
Danielle Dec 2013
Quarantined is what I am,
Sitting here, waiting, urging on the dam,
This is a mistake, a futile scam,
Quarantined is what I am.
~

Quarantined, this is me,
Standing here for all to see,
I wish I could hide and run and flee,
Quarantined, this is me.
~

Quarantined, I am still here,
Exausted, quiet, but still not clear,
I have not yet shed a tear,
Quarantined, I am still here.
~

Quarantined, get me out!
I will scream and kick and shout!
I feel as though I will have a black-out,
Quarantined, get me out!
~

Quarantined, I am no more,
They type in the code and unlock the door,
I feel healthy to the core,
Sitting there for weeks of four,
Quarantined, I am no more.*
~

Quarantined, my Love is now,
I want back in, let me in somehow!
I want him out, I want him now!
Quarantined, my Love is now.
~

Quarantined, with hands upon glass.
I cannot win, I cannot surpass,
Your eyes stare at me, green as the greenest grass,
Quarantined, with hands upon glass.
~

Quarantined, he is to me,
They drag me away from his lifeless body,
I do not look,
This is too much to see,
*Quarantined, he is to me.
Danielle Dec 2013
I avoid your gaze whenever I see you,
This is too much, too much for me to lose.
~

You never talk to me,
Is it because I am ugly?
~
I want you so bad,
I never knew that I had.
~
I've loved you forever without even knowing,
Is it bad?
Has it been showing?
~
At this point, I don't care,
I just want to touch you and mess up your hair.
~
You are confusing but yet so beautiful to me,
I want to love you,
Can't you see?
~
Listen, listen,
Please listen to me!
I need you more than anything!
~
As I lay down in my bed at night,
I wonder if I could fly over imaginable heights,
Just like loving you would be so bright.
~
Alas, it will never happen,
I guess we are not meant to be,
I just want to love you,
And have you right here, right beside me.
Danielle Dec 2013
What is this called,
It is called sanity,
I don't think I have that.
~
I'm about as sane as a cat,
But I was never born with that,
In fact, I 've never thought like that.
~
Sanity?
More like, insanity,
I can see.
~

He is watching me,
But I'm not that crazy,
Help me...
~
Insanity you haunt me so,
When the lights are turned way down low,
I can still see your faint, little glow.
~
The screams in my head,
Ring as I lay in my bed,
This is the time of the year that I dread.
~
Night, cradle me,
Do not confuse thee,
I have already lost so much sanity.
Danielle Dec 2013
The Archivist are not people you could easily see,
  
They glide through the Grass like snakes, slowly and stealthily,
They trade with others secretly.

When the Sun goes crooked,
And all is still,
The Archivists come out and cross the Hill.

The Archivist walks past me and slips a piece of paper in my hand,
I slowly wait, then open the piece of contraband.
It is too high a  price to pay for Thy own loss.

I hold it against my chest and breathe in the smell,
The scent of the sand and the rocks, I breathe,
It came from the Hill and my Lover's own hand.

The Sun goes straight and Night turns into Day,
I look at the Paper again and smile at the words before me,
These are the Archivists who's trading comes with a fee.
Danielle Dec 2013
Paper and Silk against my skin,
I sing a song, the Paper-Silk Hym.

I have wings like an angel, and grace like a bird,
I feel like the whisper of a secret word.

We touch, we kiss, we dance to the beat,
You whisper to me of a poem we share.

Paper and Silk against my skin*,
    *I sing a song of the Paper-Silk Hym.
Danielle Dec 2013
I remember that day, sitting upon the grass, under the Willow Tree,
We talked, we sang, we laughed, we cried,
We kissed, we touched, we felt.

I felt that I would just cry out then melt,
I wish I could go back to that day under the Willow Tree.
We loved, we learned that we could not do without.
I felt as if I was in Heaven, under that Willow Tree.

I remember that day,
Just you, and me, under the sky, right next to me,
It seems that it wasn't long ago, under that Willow Tree.
Danielle Mar 2014
I am Grey,
And today is the day,
This is winter,
The Winter of Grey.

The day I shed my human skin,
I shed it fast,*
Fast with a feeling of terrible sin.

But wait,
Hold on,
It is not yet the break of Dawn.

Then I see her in the crowd,
She is very quiet, not too loud,
She stopped briefly then bowed.

She is a Special,
Bright, not dull,
I feel it again,
That quick thump in my skull.

I ask her to step forward,
To show me how she can shift,
She waits, hesitantly,
Her mind gone adrift.

Her fur is black,
As black as night can be,
I want to unlock her heart,
With my special key.

I think I fell in love,
This wasn't supposed to happen,
She is so fragile,
As fragile as a dove.

I will have to tell her what I am,
A beast.
A monster.
A wolf.

But she already knows,
She is one too,
It happen so often,
Every so few.

The pain inside,
It already grew,
I want springtime back,
To bring back new.

She locks herself in her room,
To hide from the wintry gloom of day,
I too, try to escape,
But no one can every say
*Because this is it, the Winter of Grey.
This is from my current book I am writing called, Winter of Grey.
Danielle Dec 2013
I watch you,
I see you,
But most of all, I know you.
~
You.
The most beautiful girl in school,
You, who screams my name and has nightmares so cruel.
~
You,
The one I love,
The one who's as beautiful as a dove.
~
You,
Who's eyes are crystal blue,
And who's face is clear and true.
~
You,
who loves me back,
Who whispers my name in the night,
Just to end up looking so bright.

You,
The one person that has lips so sweet,
We cuddle up close to hear the beat.
*Our bodies close as we meet.
Danielle Dec 2013
I cry,
I don't know why,
I guess it's because you decided to die.
~
You are gone,
And I don't know how or why.
~
Your parents won't tell me a thing,
I feel it, I feel that horrible sting.
~
Come back to me!
Come back to me!
My heart doth sing!
~
You are gone,
And it must be true,
Because I am not with you.

— The End —