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Apr 2020 · 171
Why don't you write
Shiloh Morrison Apr 2020
Somewhere along the way
these last few years,
I really lost myself,
controlled by my fears

Recently I decided,
it's time for me to fight,
I deserve better than this,
I shouldn't be so polite,

So fight back I did,
and eventually I won,
I ended the abuse,
I left and was done,

But now here I am
looking...
at my fractured battered soul,
missing so many pieces,
trying to gain back control,

As I stumble around,
devoid of any sight,  
I turn to my friends,
And they say,

Why don't you write?

Why don't I...
Maybe I should....
Some thinking in rhymes,
might do me some good....
Jan 2013 · 816
Summer Rain
Shiloh Morrison Jan 2013
It's a hot summer day,
The rays beaming down
And much to my surprise,
I see clouds building far away
Filling up the cloudless skies

When was the last time
I stood in the rain?
It's really been far too long...
The soft caress of water on skin,
Nature singing a glorious song

It's getting darker now
The clouds gather in force
As the wind begins to blow
The birds flutter quickly from tree to tree
Preparing for God's little show

I take down my hair
Kick off my boots
Feel the earth breathe a sigh of relief
I pray for myself, the crops and the pond
This storm is anything but brief

A drop falls from the sky
And lands on my cheek
First one, then two, then three,
Suddenly its raining, pouring,
And there's no where else I'd rather be

For I'm standing in
a sweet summer rain,
The kind that only comes once a year
It cleanses my heart, washes my soul
And I know there is nothing to fear
Rough draft, still a work in progress
May 2012 · 4.8k
Little Goldfish
Shiloh Morrison May 2012
A bag full of water
Little goldfish swim around
Nudge the bag, explore your world
Tell me all that you have found
Let me know your in there 
Little nudges, little kicks
Let me see those acrobatics
Show me all your tricks
You are my little goldfish
With tiny little feet 
Little arms
Little legs
I can't wait for us to meet
20 weeks pregnant, baby girl kicks me everyday! She used to feel like a little goldfish nudging the bag, now she's getting big!!
Jan 2012 · 606
Sweet Baby
Shiloh Morrison Jan 2012
Little one inside of me
I can't wait to hear your coos
Little one inside of me 
I can't wait to share the news
Little one inside of me, 
Keep growing, don't give up
Little one inside of me
We love you very much
Little one inside of me
In just a few weeks time
The doctors will come in
Tell me everything's just fine
Little one inside of me
You are on your way
And when you get here, 
my sweet baby, 
I'll be here for you
Forever and always
Found out on January 27th I'm 4 weeks pregnant! I'm excited, I can't wait to make it through my first trimester so I can tell my friends and family! :)
Jan 2012 · 825
Phoenix
Shiloh Morrison Jan 2012
Though you are troubled,
do not  be defeated by this plight,
for even the birds sometimes sing,
in the deepest, darkest of nights,

There is a song of hope,
even in the absence of light,
when the world seems its darkest,
is when dreams take flight,

For when you are tired,
down and careworn,
in the core of your mind,
budding new thoughts will form,

They will relieve you of your worries,
your doubts and your fears,
A new day will arrive,
and dry out your tears,

And as the new day is born,
and the night fully passes,
your torn, tattered spirit,
will rise from the ashes,

Strong and eduring,
new trials will appear,
but now you know
never to fear,

For there is a litte phoenix in all of us
original date april 4, 2011
Dec 2011 · 686
Wrecked
Shiloh Morrison Dec 2011
Metal on metal,
        screeching and loud
                                                                  into my body
                                                             the other car plowed


    tossed one way
and then yet another

In this moment, I know...
I know I will suffer

    my forehead cracks the window
                    one fracture,
                                   two,

glass flies through my view

eyes closed begging for reprieve
the car comes alive
it cuts and it cleaves

Just like that it's over
and I'm looking at the stars
don't even ask me how I got this far

or where the car went...
i close my eyes
and pray the answer to my prayers be heaven sent

and soon...
please come soon....
Dec 2011 · 765
Disorder
Shiloh Morrison Dec 2011
Chaos
confusion, discord
fear, frustration, turmoil
lost, crazy, alone, tranquil
pills, clarity, hushed
restful, serenity,
Calm
Nov 2011 · 857
Windows
Shiloh Morrison Nov 2011
I look deep into his eyes
trying to see my forever
trying to redeem the lost time
trying to envision a life
together...

If the eyes are windows to the soul
then where exactly am I?
As I trek deeper into the confines
of those beautiful eyes,
I have to wonder to myself
do the eyes sometimes tell lies?

How do I know that
it's *our
future I see?
Not reels of the past,
visions of lost dreams...

As I stare deeper,
his eyes captivate me
as I look at him intently
I wonder the reverse,
what does he see?

his face becomes a blur
as I get lost within those lashes
his soul is aflame with passion
as I sift through the ashes

what tragedies,
what agonies,
what misspent youth
what vindications,
what feelings,
what untold truth?

I'm driving myself crazy
with these guesses aloof
maybe we aren't meant
to know another's soul
escape their eyes with
valid proof

I come back to reality
and softly grab his face,
kiss him sweet and softly
enjoy the embrace

I don't think even a lifetime
would reveal what the eyes,
what the soul
*sees
Nov 2011 · 610
Escape
Shiloh Morrison Nov 2011
Run away
Far away
Become somebody
New

Leave yourself
Your life behind
You have so much more
To do

You are not bound
By this evil past
that haunts and follows
You

So run away my dear
Escape into a life
You never dreamed of
Never knew
Nov 2011 · 1.6k
End of Us
Shiloh Morrison Nov 2011
I take a deep breath
I'm stressed to my core
My ex fiance keeps following me
begging me for something more
Though I once loved him,
I have to stand my ground
there is no forgiveness
for all the things I found
We can never move on
we can never be the same
this is something I must accept
and he is the one to blame
so when I face him today
I'll make it very clear
that our time has come and gone
the end of "us" is near.
Oct 2011 · 679
Right and wrong
Shiloh Morrison Oct 2011
Right and wrong parallel each other
And sometimes intersect
Sometimes one is better than another
For each I have respect

It is all about perspective
They serenely say
Well I disagree, I believe
There are areas of grey

Sometimes good people do bad things
And bad people do good things
After all we are all human
All have a soul the same

Does a line have to be drawn
To separate one from the other
Or can we view them as one in the same
Each each others brother

Nobody is perfect
Every rose has it's thorn
Everybody has a secret
Everyone a bit careworn

So next time you are quick to judge
Remember this simple fact 
The world does not live
In shades of white and black
Oct 2011 · 544
Autumn of life
Shiloh Morrison Oct 2011
Leaves cascade around me
Like the memories in my head
Some of them so painful
They are better left unsaid

There's a chill in the air
Its not quite cold just yet
As the autumn breeze blows
I wish I will get amnesia
And just forget

Forget the way you held me
Forget the way you lied
Forget the good things 
With the bad
Bury it deep down inside

I may seem "dead" right now
Just like all the trees
But I will grow back stronger
Grow up with some new leaves

Even though you're gone now
Here I still remain
Ill see you in the spring
After I am over the pain
Oct 2011 · 793
Pierced
Shiloh Morrison Oct 2011
You once told me
as you held me in your arms
that I wasn't allowed
to pierce my body
smoke cigarettes
or
"be pretty"

In case you don't remember dear
you pierced my heart
when you pierced my body
then left me for another woman

its a hole that has become a scar
a shimmering reminder
on my beating heart

It's been three months now
since I last felt your touch
and to be quite frank
I need a rush

so I'll do whatever I want
without you

I take a deep breath
he slides in the needle
I exhale and now it's there
a new scar on my body
a new daily reminder
and guess what babe
Your opinion?
I don't care
Sep 2011 · 653
Too soon
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
His breath on my skin
his hand on my heart
his devilish sin
his poisonous dart

that pierced my body
made me toxically ill
paralyzed my mind
against my will

He left me here
angry and alone
wondering what happened
unable to move a bone

and yet, i miss him
despite all the pain
my senses are dim
as my soul is aflame

How did this happen
his arid dejection
I gave him my all
my every affection

Obviously it didn't mean
as much to him
as it did to me
Sep 2011 · 674
Expiration Date
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
You nuzzled my auburn hair
called me soft and kind and fair
told me you would
always be there
"Forever", you said

In case you didn't know
forever means we take it slow
forever means you take my hand
it means a lifetime together planned
every morning, every day, every year

forever means never ending
forever means love, always tending
to my heart and my soul
it means life with me
with no parole

We didn't last forever

But just so you know
when you tell another girl forever
she's going to expect the same thing
especially when you give her
a big diamond ring

Next time you may want to consider
that "forever" has no expiration date

Your promises came too little too late.
Sep 2011 · 465
Darkness
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
Tear streaks line her face
Darkness fills her eyes
In her secret place she holds herself
And cries for all his lies
She misses his gentle laugh
How he asked about her day
Even the things she hated 
She loved in some small way
But he wasn't worth her trouble
Not even worth the time
Without his darkness shrouding
her she will now surely shine.
Sep 2011 · 4.5k
Crochet
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
I'm weaving with yarn
crocheting stitches
across my heart

sewing up my wounds
allowing release
through art

a slipknot here
a whipstitch there

I weave and weave
as I crochet into repair

the frayed edges of my soul
Sep 2011 · 787
Cowboy
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
He leans on a ford mustang
shiny and  painted classy red
He's got his cowboy hat on
and he bows his head

They don't make 'em
like this no more
and I'm not talking
'bout the car

He's got his thumbs in
his front jean pockets
His eyes on my heart

Hardy muscular arms
peek beneath his sleeves

When he glances up
from beneath his hat
I get weak in the knees

thump thump thump
a musical chorus my heart sings
This man could seriously
be the answer
to every lonely girls dreams
Sep 2011 · 708
Death's Consort
Shiloh Morrison Sep 2011
Deaths consort
Stretches her fingers
Breathes a hushed sigh
With gentlest touch
She draws the end nigh
She walks past headstones
From dusk until dawn
Her slim figure cloaked
She is merely his pawn
She's heard it all,
The cries and the pleas;
There's nothing she can do
For death so decrees
That pergatory comes first
Before heaven or hell
With the final chime
The clock bids a black farewell
She leads them to her boat
The moaning and crying
The faceless barrage of
Of the dead and the dying

— The End —