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Haley Sep 2010
The choices we make,
I'd love to tell you that we have it all figured out,
but words are just words and
the choices we make,
the promises we break;
the times we fall down,
though we try our hardest

A promise to a long lost love
a turn to the darker side of life
or follow the light through the dark
a phrase muttered in ignorance
a truthful lie to spread like weeds
A secret leaked through silent lips
betrayal or purely accidental
how are we to judge or truly know.

The human mind is complicated
We are all shadows shuffling
through life to find the light
where we will glow and glitter
as the pieces of our souls
are now made clear.

Today or possibly tomorrow,
night or is it day?
does it matter, will you stay?
Or will you simply wonder
as I enter that colder slumber
or freefall through the clouds
as soft and melancholy
as my final silent sleep
Haley Sep 2010
My inner mind is troubled
on many a restless night.
Deep is the root of curiosity,
ever a lingering musing.
Rest, I beg you, rest well,
for sleep evades me still.

As I lie within the darkness,
a waking restfullness enfolds me.
Thoughts turn to fragments,
as I wearily drift deeper.
The last thing I remember,
as I enter deeper slumber,
is the stillness of the silence
whispering to me *good night...
Haley Sep 2010
My mind a twisted trap,
as gnarled as a tree,
oh who would envy me?
Ensnare my thoughts and dreams,
a shadow is seldom as it seems.
As they trap my silent screams,
I finally remember my dreams.
I wake with a terrible fright,
of the monster that gave me a fright.
He has many a dreadful lair,
for he goes by the name NIGHTMARE.
Haley Sep 2010
Music, Music, musical notes,
so it streams and so it floats.
As swiftly as a rushing stream
flowing through my dreams...
Lyrics fill my gentle soul,
to inspire is its very goal.

To stop my music, or so it seems,
is to crush my hopes and dreams.
Many songs do I acquire,
All to simply satisfy desire.
Pen to paper is how it starts,
written thoughtfully and in parts.

This is how a great song starts...
Haley Sep 2010
You still don’t know,
That each rain has its own color,
You still don’t know, that each corner
Has it’s own shadow.
You are yet to know,
...That each single dream
Is memory yet to bloom,
And each remembrance,
A trembling reverie.

Since you don’t know,
Come, listen, behold –
I love you as much
As all showers that turn into seas,
With all the longing of veiled specters
Of all my dreams
– Now mere mementos –
And all budding memories yet to bloom.

My rain, my memory,
My dream, my love…
Haley Sep 2010
Ever moving, never slowing,
on and on and on it turns,
time goes on as does life's song.
Sometimes gliding right along,
often apace of the human race.
So we live and so we leave,
as we give one final heave,
"Move along..." it whispers softly.
Never choose to stay and dwell,
for the problem will surely swell.
As is said, "It is better to have loved
and lost than to have never loved at
all..." -----
So ponder, muse, and dream a dream.
Haley Sep 2010
What a twisted life we live,
for our minds, a very sieve.
Give and take all time long,
Never believing we might be wrong.
Life, the cruelest game to play,
never stops and never stay,
til you waste your lie away.
Do not tarry, do not lay,
for evil holds your life in sway.
Look not upon that simple soul,
for to see would diminish your very goal.
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