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 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Melody
One Day
 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Melody
One day.

I'll let you free.
Into your heavenly blue sky.
Let you have your own freedom beneath your stars.
Let you have your way, any way you want it.
Just tell me your love me.
Like I love you.
Will everything be alright?
When I let you have that one never ending, daring day.
I will not tape your wings.
I will not gag your mouth.
I will not cover your ears nor strangle until your death.
BUT! I will let you have
That one day.

One day.

I will have a dream prepared to seek.
And will find it until I find you.
I want everything here until the end.
No buildings falling to the crashing ground.
I want my own day like you got yours.
Make my dream come true to let me seek upon this world.
It will all make true until everything is correct.
Take me to your crazy world.
And let me have that one day.
I will have dream prepared to seek.

One day.

Our days will come and meet together.
Make my seeking dream come true, and make your freedom enter.
I will not cry a tear while you're here.
Because I met you on our one days.
Let our hearts come together.
Let us become our own certain souls.

One day.
I'll let you out of your cage, to smear your freedom or freedom into the world.
I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide
Even when you hid your face in your hands
I learned to sing louder
Until I had turned
The tide

I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you
When you read all the words I wrote
Did they burn like pouring salt
Into an open wound
Of truth

I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart
Standing clear of the picture and its owner
Thought I broke the spell on my own
As I watched your fingers
Come apart

From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell’s ending
Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands
But you only learned to sing louder
Until you had become
My beginning
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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What happened to me was a tragedy, and i never want to go through it again. The person who hurt me so badly, was my mother. I needed help with something and my mom got tired of me asking her for help. So my mom got very angery and started coming at me and i ran but she caught me and then she started punching and kicking me. I screamed for help, but nobody heard me and nobody came to help. To this day ive lived in fear of her and i live in fear that one day she might do it again. If my mom moves towards me i move back, if she moves her arms toward me i flinch. There is basicly one thing im terrifyied of, and that is my mom.
this isnt a poem its my story but its just the short version. this is dedicated to andreas cause he wanted to know what happened to me and who hurt me. and it is also dedicated to my friend Melody she has helped me through this pain and she still is helping, thank you Melody for everything
 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Melody
In your cry I hear.
Such painless tears.
Hidden in such pain.
No crying eyes lay upon your tear-stained face.
If I could be here without you,
Forever I would.
I want to your terrific cry, cry again.
I don't want you living that pain again.
All your whole dang life.
I'm pretty sure nobody would tolerate such a life.
Let me hear your terrific cry, cry again.
Dedicated to Abigail Rayna Bailey.
 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Melody
Her scream for help,
echoes in the hallway.
Her tears raining down her pain shattered face.
Don't you hurt her anymore.
Don't you make her cry a tear more.
If you do.
She will never be in your trust ever again.
I will be there for her until the very end.
Until her last tear is shattered across her tear-stained cheek.
With every ounce of greatness this girl holds,
You make her doubt she will live longingly.
Make her creases of paper unfold.
Let her come away and get back.
I won't have time to say goodbye.
I will have to come and forget her pack.
Don't make her screams for help echo on the hallway walls ever again.
Don't make her have a tear streaked-stained face.
Let me fix her pouring tears and screams.
Someone who needs to know I'm there for her to run to.
 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Isobel G
The seconds pass,
Ever so slowly,
So many questions,
I wish to ask you,
But too afraid am I,
Of the answers,
Of your reaction,

Will I appear too honest,
Too naive and curious,
But how can I ignore,
Our constant conversation,
Never ceasing,
Or the anger that consumes you,
When he hurts me so,

The way you seem,
So over-whelmed by desire,
Yet so cautious around me,
As though I am a fragile piece of glass,
And too rough or honest a word,
Might shatter me,
Leaving me broken and beyond repair
©Nicola-Isobel H.     10.01.2011
 Jan 2011 Emily Krol
Isobel G
Tears fall like dew drops in the morning,
Love recalls the early hours of the dawning,
Of the fire,
In our hearts,
In our eyes,
As we lost sight of what we've won,
In our minds,
In our souls,
See how far we've come to fall,
How far we have to fall,
We have to run,
To hold on
©Nicola-Isobel H.     07.01.2011
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