Here the autumn makes
prettiest place for me
a quaint placid lake
with wind’s lullaby!

A cloud mirrored hush
thicket’s lone butterfly
spell stricken grass
in awe of the sky!

This sight the autumn makes
seems so wispy to my feel
like flying pollen flakes
catching dreams by the jhil!

The feathered bloomy light
on this day by the lake
soon would melt from my sight
leaving trail as an ache!

Why do we feign such rapturous delight,
in pretence to others that all is alright,
what if the soul is quietly suppressed,
cloaked in darkness, hidden and repressed,

Are we ashamed to drape the veil,
to retreat into darkness and embrace the pale,
truth can be found from deep in a frown,
so why wear the clothes and tears of a clown.

© H V Swan

Sweet gentle daughter of dreaming blue eyes
Reflecting visions from some distant sphere;
Untainted by nightmares of icy fear,
Nor saddened yet by fate's mocking disguise.
Unopened book of fickle tomorrow,
Not certain of how future may unfold,
With hours of lead or hours of molten gold;
Unenlightened yet by unknown sorrow.
Sands rush through the hourglass of wasted years,
While breaking our young hearts with shattered dreams.
The clock of life wrings disappointed tears,
Unhampered by our plans and clever schemes.
Beware grim reaper swinging ***** blade
Who mocks thee as childhood days slowly fade.

**~Hilda~

The cheater:
This one has definitely caused the most pain on people. But this one is also the most caring and wonderfully accepting person I have ever met. Although they never try to hurt anyone, they often put their own temporary happiness infront of others permanent happiness. This one cheated, and married the person that they cheated with. They soon cheated on that person as well. They are the cheater.

The cheated:
This one is always accusing others of causing pain. This one doesn't understand that the world isn't against them, but it is their own brain that is working against them. This one remarried to someone safe. They bask in their sorrow of little achievement in self-pity. That's all this one is really, self-pity. However, this one is always caring and looking out for their kids, making sure no harm comes their way. It is only after doing this for so long without recognition that they get angered. They are the cheated.

The fallen:
The children. The ones who sat down quietly looking at the floor as battles of blood-spewing screams flew across the room. The ones who smelt the alcohol on the step-parents dark and heavy breath and said nothing. The ones who had to pick sides, pick houses, and pick schools. These are the ones that aren't able to identify with a clear emotion of love. These are the fallen.

And this is my family.

When given the choice to change something,
Most would choose something physical.
I would choose mental.

I struggle with self-confidence
I struggle with depression and anxiety
I don't wish for a new self.
I wish for a new light to look at myself under.