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If I was a Princess,
Locked high in a tower, counting that stars in the sky,

Would you be my Brave Knight and rescue me?

If I was a Beautiful Mermaid
And I was captured by pirates, soon to be a prisoner to man forever,

Would you help me plan my escape?

If I was cursed
By the darkest of witches to be a hideous beast for my life,

Would you help me find my cure?

If I was lost and alone,
Surrounded by a shadowed forest and howling creatures,

Would you come and guide me to safety?

If I needed you, where would you be?
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Brynn Louise
Don't make me know your routine
Don't make me love your routine
Don't make me part of your routine
And then stop

Once it's part of me
 Apr 2014 MsMercedes
Brynn Louise
I'm tired of reality
I want something new
I'm tired of reality
I want to move on

The place that I'm in
Is boring me now
This world that I'm in
Is always the same

I'm sick of these motions
I want new adventures
I'm sick of these rules
I want to re-write them
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
Singing angels of the deep
****** me into quasi-sleep
To wander far-off shores.

I see the sky of molten lead
I see the waves, restless and dead
The souls that sing no more -

Piercing cry and banshee's wail
Sound from behind the heavy veil
Of immortality.

Monsters, lovers, all the same
In this dark and dreary dream --
The veil keeps you from me.
The night terrors have gotten worse now
And it’s been so long since I last slept
The thought of rest is starting to sound surreal

Yet every time my lids grow heavy
This nightmare becomes reality
My greatest fear becomes my fate

In dream after dream I am forced
To see myself die, each night in a new way
Over and over I witness the end of my life

This does not scare me for I fear not the reaper
But another detail never changes
It is what I see as I draw in my final breath

This mirage of my mind stands at my side
Though she’s always just out of reach
Her eyes telling the tale of heart break

This nameless woman bears my child
For my greatest fear is not my death
It’s leaving behind the family that I never met
 Mar 2014 MsMercedes
The Unspoken
Is it made of street of gold...NO
Is it full of angels roaming around...NO
Is it flowing of milk, of honey...NO

Because my shoes are worn out from the dust around
Because the ones roaming around mug me and giggle behind my back
Because sometimes, I just sleep hungry.

But this is the heaven I know.
When I wake up in the morning and my neighbor is playing loud music...
When the kids in the block run to me to say hello and I have candy in my purse to share
When my friends invite me out and they drink silly and just be happy
When I do my laundry then it rains and the following day I know am all at home having some "me" time...
When I go to work and my nagging colleague is always stopping by to say "hello"...
When I try to catwalk the streets in my heels and i trip and get up and laugh at myself as someone tries to wipe my skirt for me...
#Sigh!!

When life gives you a 2nd chance, you learn.
To be thankful....for every passing minute
It's not ordinary
Its my Heaven.

©The Unspoken
Am just thankful... :-)
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