An empty street lined with dim iron lamps
Snowflakes fall gently in a graceful dance
Empty of life, the pavement gives way
To the wand'ring flakes by the breeze led astray

Tracks left unbidden in the new fallen snow
Look back on a path that is best walked alone
Behind only memory, innocence, dreams
With the future ahead in an uneasy sheen

The only sound heard is the whispering flakes
When weary feet stop and heavy heart aches
Drawn to the sky, the eyes strain to see
The flakes falling slowly, dark night between.

Thoughts fall away, replaced by awe
Memories forgotten as beauty soon draws
Deep pain and fear of days now past
And lays them behind on the empty street's path.

Once I was a tiny being,
I entered this fair world with nothing,
Changed environment with clockwork regularity,
Things changed from dancing to crying,
And crying to dancing daily,
Walking on dusty pavements,
Through summer's heat,
While waiting for torrential tears to wash away another day,

I grew and flourished,
True love nourished,
Found the gift of education,
Enable poetry's vocation,
I wrote a poem at the zoo,
When I was rather small,
Was about a cat,
Will always remember that,
A competition entry,
The youngest person there,
Came second was delighted,
Got so excited,
Looking back I realise,
That when all else is lost,
Writing out feelings is my best means of escape,

A good few years later,
My father left the mortal coil,
I didn't know him very well,
Given an envelope full of joy,
He too had been a poet,
Although I didn't know it,
Must have been inherited,
The only legacy I got,
That's not laced with regrets!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

When I was a kid I would pick at my scabs and re-open wounds on purpose. I just liked how it showed that I didn't fear getting hurt. My proof that I wouldn't let anything get the better of me.
Maybe it was all of the 'Xena: warrior princess' episodes I watched. I dont know.

I still check if theyre still there. I still brag about how I got them to everyone, even if it wasn't asked. Even the silliest ones. The one on my wrist from a scared antisocial cat, whom i gained the trust of in the end.

The one on my head which required three stitched, given to me by my brother when throwing a ping-pong racket at me. He felt so guilty that gave me his favorite game, and tried to pay for the hospital bill.

The ones on my knees from when I fell of my skateboard and broke my computer on my way to give a class presentation. I had recieved a perfect grade after having talked to a class who stared at my ****** and shaky knees.
They had all hurt, but each one has a lesson, and a dear memory. Never to be forgoten.

And why try?
Even the ones that you can't see will remind you. The broken bones and the torn muscles. They all leave a subtle mark of their existance.

I look at this monster
One of your creation
Am I the only one
The lonely one
In this lonely nation

You bottled my sadness
Captured my tears in a glass
Held fears at bay
Brought a smile to my face
All my unhappiness had passed

Until that moment
My bliss had a limit
You stole my bar
And raised it
To beyond infinite

Before you I was a mess
I was pitiful
A runt in the litter
Unloved and insecure
Cast out and critical

Then you swooped me up
Never let me down
You cradled my hand
Warmed my heart
Your love was my angelic crown

I became soft
My hard shell melts
How was I to know
That you would send me
Straight to hell

It burns here now
Take me from this place
This pain kills me
I would die
If only I could feel your embrace

You take me to new highs
Send me crashing to new lows
So I love you from a distance
Safe and protected
In my cloak of shadows

You never fall out of love
But what I feel for you has changed
You abused my love
Tried to take yours back
So my feelings will never be the same

Cry for me
Lie to my face
Wither up and die without me
What I wanted you wouldn't give
So in this world I will find a new place

The story of Muhammad..
A messenger, a prophet..
secluded himself  in the cave of Mount Hira
until one day the revelation came down to him
and the Angel Gabriel (Jibreel) appeared to him
and said loudly: "Read!"
Poor Muhammad was illiterate,
Admitted his lacking..
he said to the angel: "I am not a reader."
The angel took a hold of him
and squeezed him as much as he could bear,
and then said again: "Read!"
Prophet Muhammad said again :
"I am not a reader."
The Angel again seized the Prophet
and squeezed him and said:
"Read! In the Name of Your Lord,
Who has created all that exists;
who has created a man from a clot,
Read! And your Lord is the Most Generous,
Who has taught the writing by the pen,
who has taught man that which he knew not."
Read Muhammad Read... be brave at heart
A prophet must read!

her smile used to
cut through this dull
melancholy with ease
now it flickers and fails
she's not the same
lethargic like a toy
needing to be wound up
she used to be beautiful
carried herself tall and confident
weightless
now her back is broken
over the weight of the world
lethargic like a toy
needing to be wound up
lethargic like a toy
that I can't wind up
what did I do wrong
she used to be beautiful
she used to be happy
now she sees through
an empty glass
now she lives through
a dimming lens
and doesn't seem to
smile anymore

i haven't ever felt this way
tired and lonely and scared and insane.
im confused and lost and ****** and nervous
im curious, insecure, obsessed and
in love
with a boy ive spoken to
less than id like
with a boy who is my companion
but only in my mind
i think of him everyday
i want to be near him
to share everything
but
does he want the same?
we speak every day.
about useless, stupid, unimportant things
i want so badly
to tell him evey nice, poetic thing i feel for him
to share my heart completely.
but
does he want the same?
i fear.
and i worry.
and i regret.
im made up of confusion!
how do we get from friendship-
to where i want to be?
 in his arms,
 for eternity.