I woke up to a shattered broken dream,
where I couldn't even possibly scream
I saw someone peeping through the key hole in the door,
I started moving slowly off the bed towards the cold and prickled floor

I could here the foot steps silently moving,
I thought ''Oh God'' let this be inducing
I closed my eyes and wished for it all to pass,
I started to grip the lost broken glass

I opened my eyes all I could see was the ground
everything about my dream took a twist around
The room started to catch a light
and I swiftly held the glass tight

It felt for a moment like I was enduring hell,
I closed my eyes once again and I could hear the sound of ringing church bells
I was alone for at least I thought....
the way I felt was shocked and utter distraught

I felt a tap on my shoulder from behind
my shoulder started to intertwined
I slowly turned around
and the devil smiled and made no sound

I was amazed in disgust of shocked
he was about to tell me something until he showed me a ticking clock.

If I was a little louder
Would you hear me?
If I was a little nicer?
Would you love me?
If I was a little prettier?
Would you date me?
If I was a little uglier
Would you hate me?

My mother always told me
not to play with fire
and to avoid evil friends
who want to conspire
listen to my conscience
set my heart aflame
be obedient,
kind like Jesus
Him I acclaim,

for reflecting
the Lord's Image,
satan does flee
where God resides
in hell's where the demons
should be because where
Jesus' Kingdom is,
we are there ...
it's also at hand when
we lift hearts in prayer.


© Carmela M. Patterson, All rights reserved

we are
a rough draft
covered in eraser dust
and pencil shavings.

you and i
are an exciting almost
and a thrilling what if
with so much potential
yet sketched
with so much
uncertainty.

probably one day
when the time is right
and we both have worked
towards being
the best versions
of ourselves
the marks we make
will remain
permanent.

but until then,
my hands tremble
as i think about
inking in
the light outlines
left by lead,
for i might ruin
our perfect maybe.

The sun wakes up every morning
Stretches as he yawns
Excited for the brand new day
His rays will bring along

As the sun shines and smile
His head starts to think of what and why's
Those excited feet that jump in the bed
There's nothing but an idea to always move ahead

So move ahead is what he does
As he puts his rays in motion
Across the sky from East to West
From one to another ocean

From planet Earth to the universe
A memory from wonderful journey
The day is over, and the darkness in the sky are there to cover
The body retire in bed, but the mind in thinking's edge.

I'M SICK OF IT ALL!
One pull away...
Until i climb up the sky
Because curiosity killed the cat
And taught the dog in me how to act
Washed away my misery with a 70cl bottle of Jack
My Mom always says I'm a good listener
But its always the darkness that listens to me, best
Even though i'm afraid of it
I still feel that it sits close to me
Makes sure i'm good and takes good care of me
The voices get louder every time I sleep
Some laughs sound like screams
And some cracks make me bleed
I whisper and mumble
I don't want to wake them up with my rumble
But I've welcome these strangers
Without them I am weak
I feed off of them
Like an opportunistic parasite
I no longer know, what's me
My reflection is nothing but a memory  
  
I'm numerical with myself
No one else
Only me, myself, I
And the guy , providing this to your eyes.