Hollow is the shell i call my former body, It carries all the aches and pains of a former life.My soul dances to a different beat a different rhythm.
Long are the days i spend in pain, Wishing to be free of my earthly chains.
I'm the one has the body, the shattered remains.
Forms will yet change, the essence remains the same.
I thank whatever gods maybe for my unconquerable soul.
I'm looking at myself, I'm looking through a mirror, a stranger stands before me,Clearly it cannot be me it's a shell of a former self.
They say we shape our own destinies with every turn we take,
Every decision we make, So did i plan my own downfall?.
How do i piece back together my broken life? my broken memories?.
How do  I piece myself back together?.
I do not like the stranger staring back at me, a shell of a former self.
The shadow i see before me is a shell of a former me waiting to rise again,
Like a phoenix from the ashes.

Written 30th May 2014.

So vulnerable and weak,
Helpless, powerless cannot speak.
Body is shaking the tears start to fall.
The darkness surrounds me it's get cold.
My world is so lonely even though i have someone to hold.
All that is left is pain never ending rain,
Falling like tears.
My heart calls out to the heavens a prayer to end it all,
The perfume of heavenly tears does fall.

No Motive,
No Mercy,
No remorse,
No time to lose,
Brutality lurks in darkness.
****** lurks close to home.
The blood runs cold.

Written by Kelly O'Hara  13th June 2014

Colors of the soul shine like sunlight on stain glass windows.
A soul comes in many colors often, shining brightly in that darkest of hours.
In a million colors there come souls, shining like a multitude of tears stained by the passage of time.
The most beautiful of souls shine the brightest of colors.
Dancing rainbows reflect in the shadows of the soul.
Colors swirl and dance in the depths of the soul.
Souls will come and go from this world all will be stained by color.

You can't hear yourself through the cacophony of sounds,
The loud talkers.
The images of life crowd in your own mortality haunts you.
People try to dissuade you from dreaming, They tell you don't dream it's over.
Although light is at the end of the tunnel, they'll tell you don't dream it's over.
The colors swirl and collide the dream won't die.
Reborn from the flames from, the ashes the phoenix of hope keeps the dream alive.
Now they can't say don't dream it's over when the dream won't die.

Silence washes over me with a quietness that only the wind could break.
I search for a way to ease my pain,
To push it away from my body.
The silence i seek i use to ease my soul.
Silence makes me a deep thinker,
Silence grows my wisdom,
Silence wipes my sad tears.
Silence makes me a peace keeper.
Silence is a glorious enigma.

A poets life the words fall out,
The words wax lyrical from the poets tongue.
Words form in the mind and flow onto the page,
Like wave after wave the words do flow.
A poet writes all forms of poetry from haiku, ode,
To free verse, it allows the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings,
To form into words.
A poet makes the words on the page come to life!,
Gives them a soul gives them color!.
The poet writes as best they can they're only human,
Try and love the words they write.

Written 17th July 2014.

A poet will often wax lyrical using many words.
Prose, metaphor and haiku but to name a few.
Romance, inspirational, seasonal poetry, nature and blues,
The ideas often come at night.
Poetry of the poet is a deal of joy, pain and wonder with a dash of emotion thrown in.
Poetry of the poet is a rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
Poetry is silent poetry speaks.
Poetry is often a legacy the passion and feelings often left unspoken in life.
Poetry is evidence of life worth remembering the words of the poet

Time and dreams will drift away like leaves on water.
Too many times we do what we ought.
Time passes on, people pass on.

At the drop of a tear. they're gone.
Love whilst we are here, before time passes on.

Memories we keep to remember times gone by,
To look to the past, for this journey that we all must take,
And each must go alone.

Why cry for a soul set free?
Love never dies it is eternal, it just passes on.

Written 16th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Dedicated to the memory of joan hope

The art of the heart is written in stages,
It flows through the hills, will be found in paintings,
It is written in books.
Art of the heart come out in music it blows like wind across a beach.
Dare to listen to that whisper of inspiration,
Breath in the essence of creativity.
Touch your soul with your own art of the heart

Written 14th August 2014

Pills to dull the feeling to dull the soul.
Pills that will make me shake, rattle and roll.
Pain that thins the soul.
Heavy is the pain on the soul it thins the essence of being.
Tired am i of pain i can take no more.
Pain that drains it takes away the essence of me.
I wait for the day i shall be free of these chains called pain, So i can sing!.

Written 3rd July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

Being human doesn't mean being perfect anyone can see.
The whole world bares witness to the essence of being human.
Brightness and shadow,ancient and youth,
life and death,color and shade,beauty and ugliness, Riches and poverty, that's being human.
Life isn't flawless, people are often reckless and relentless.
Is being human a punishment nobody knows.
It doesn't matter what it is nobody has gotten alive out of life yet.
Being human is anything but bliss,
But if being human means anything less than purity of thought,
heart and mind, are we really human at all?.

Written 9th May 2014

You get the kings of sting at the sharp end of the scale.
In oceans blue variety blooms, Fascination remains with the unreachable.
Steady intensity, seconds pass like minutes, minutes pass like hours,
The intensity grows That is animal magic.
Animals come in fantastical colors and many are strange and weird.
Some come with eight legs and some come with four, And some come with no legs at all.
All animal species are delicate they've held onto magic throughout the ages, They hold a special place in human hearts.
If you try using your mind to try to understand the reality of the magic,
You may become enlightened and at peace after chasing chaos.
That is real animal magic

Written 23rd May 2014

You may see me struggle when times are hard.
Regardless if I'm weak or going to stand tall,
You're there for me cause you're my rock.
Life is never easy I'm going to fight to live.
I wear the biggest smile cause of you.
Life turns a page i hope my decisions are good, Knowing what didn't **** me would only make me strong.
I have been scared and alone but you lit the way for me,
Cause you are my rock.
You're my earthly angel I'd be nothing without you.
The road to success is never straight but with you're stead fast faith in me,
I'll make it cause you are my rock.

Unopened buds,
Plants become awakened.
Lifted eyes to bright sunshine.
Heavens scent ,
Life is renewed again.

I sit silent in the graveyard,
The wind gently flows through the trees,
I hear the silent whisper.
Silent whisper it touches my cheek like a lovers kiss.
My soul is ever searching ever seeking out, that which is lost.
A silent whisper can mean many things, to many people.
A gift left there forever branded on my skin.
I savor each moment each silent whisper,
Draw them in taste them, embrace the essence.
Silent whispers turn into radiant song,
A lost soul finds where it belongs.

Written 11th June 2014

They say a picture can paint a thousand words,
But those are just painted words.
To grasp the power of a poets words,
For other souls to behold,
Inscribe it on a parchment page.
Bring rainbow colors into one's life,
Bring shining light to painted words,
Painted words are window to the soul,
When placed upon a paper's sheen, they come alive.
The joy of love, the pain of loss, do dwell within an inkwell's gloss,
For those are also painted words.
A poem is made of words you sift,
Ethereal sands, a treasured gift.
So don't forget those painted words,
For they may be more precious than you know.

Written 5th August 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

I am the poet of which they speak,
I haven't written in over a week.
Maybe i have poet's block.
Maybe i should give my fingers the chop.
Maybe my brain is tired or is it my pen?,
Maybe my poet's creativity has left my head.
But creativity never dies it just goes on and on like an infinite circle.
Stories and poems are each the different musings for,
Different poet's for different reasons.

Written 22nd July 2014 By Kelly O'Hara

God of forest vale and shadow,
God of the hunt,
God the festival, god of my heart.

Ultimately sorrow echoes the heavens, Ever sensing ever calling out.
Never does vindication ever really surrender easily.
The immediate messenger endures the opposition, but understanding requires new and loving betrayal and new yearning.
As justice and belief will eternally live, likewise do other need evil.
None of us need go alone into the valley that is unknown.
But guided by the star fall spirit we journey to the promised land.
As we know eventually we come to the end of life's road, We thought that was the end. But that is where a new path begins.
We must all eventually heed heavens call.

©All rights are reserved and remain with the author Written 20th May 2014

Never so cruel the cry within,
Never such a sense of violated presence.
Impossibly diminishing a shade of a former self.
The kind of despair i have know i have received in waves,
Drowning with no key to the lock.
Tears do fall upon my face they are cold, they are tears of blood, they fall like rain.
Tears of blood fall down my face i taste the fear, It is pure hell.
Somebody must have some answers cause tears of blood are all i see,
Somebody must have some answers for me.
The memories come back time and again the tears are poison,
the pain is sharp it cuts like a knife.
The pain binds me like ropes i try to stand again, It stains like a black tattoo.
Crimson are the tears like long red ribbons, the wounds on my soul if only you knew.
The sun fall from a broken world no words are said, Clouds reflect my tears of blood, dyed murky red.

Written by Kelly O'Hara 26th May 2014

I sit here in the dark i feel my hearts shadow beat fiercely.
Time passes slowly like the sun moving through the heavens.
The shadows pass as feel the emotions flow through me.
My heart's shadow divides me like right and wrong.
Like  dark and light does a heart's shadow move.

Hear the song of the earth,
Feel it's power and strength.
Hear it's cry.
Hear the cry of nature.
Feel the earth, water, air and fire,
Feel the spirits of the earth.

Rain falls like tears that weigh heavy on my heart.
Rain fails to wash away the memories that have haunted me, that have followed me.
Like a broken doll that is waiting to be fixed do i feel the rain fall on me.
Hollow is the shell that is my body and mind for it is broken, it waits for the rain.
I hunt for that which is lost in the shadows in the rain.

I sit by the sea watching wave upon wave.
I see the sea stretch out for an eternity.
I watch the waves flood the shore.
I feel the surging emotion of the sea wash through me.
I see the colors of the sea change it's hue,
From green to grey to azure blue.
The sea is a mystery to all but, alive with a reality that it dominates the earth.

You tread along the streets of gold,
That lie within my heart
It seems as if you've always been there
Like I've loved you from the start
A stronger love I've never known
It has control over me
I've tried to find someone new,
I've remembered how i cried.
But there's no one else too take your place in my heart.
There's nothing else for me to say
Except that I love you

Written April 10th 2014