A past forgotten.
A time when the rain,
Never clashed
Against the Pane.
A time stretched so far.
A past so torn,
Stitched with a thread
To hide the scorn.

I never thought Time would come,
To meet me at the end.
Just to say farewell,
Leaving me behind
Where infinity shall begin.

I hate a lot.
That's fine..
That's

Fine.

I'm not sure why
I hate so much or so
Carelessly,
It's kind of like wind really,

and trite analogies;

I'm a big gust of hate and
I bend my surroundings because
I can, and because
I want to, and because
I need to.

I contemplated hating less and
My inner voice told me that was lame so
I hated more for a bit, cussed at a mug, swore at a cat, and
I was convinced this was okay.

And it was okay.

I hate a lot.
That's fine..
That's

Fine.

I once thought that mothers and daughters were forever

We grow we laugh we love how clever

Even when the storm clouds would spread

The sun would dance and the storm would bed

Mothers and daughters are to be

Nothing more than happy!

I use to think that way…

Until I became older and my mother gray

The joyous moments we would share

Became regrets and despair

To the point of no repair

What could have cause such a tragedy

Where love and joy lived steadily

Where do you go when the road is blocked?

The heart is chained due to the unspoken pain that is locked

A mother and daughter we are no more

Then 2 women with a stubborn scorn

A page not meant to be written
I conceal the words never meant to be read
From the book I was torn
Left to wither on a counter-top
Eventually met with scorn, and burned to ash merely as a way to move forward
For my words could never be accepted
Only rejected
Despised by the masses for standing out so proudly
The once golden page that defined the book
Reduced to nothing more than a pile of soot
Simply for the words that couldn't be understood

I sought the stars
with wild, hopeful dreams
to only come up short
& break the cheshire moon

My childlike heart
now beats with  a cynical clink
& the sky is barren
where light once shown

jilted, tilted, scorned
reckless laughter flows from my lips

reach out
your flame kissed words
to intertwine with mine

sunset moments find the darkness
as love unravels one strand at a time

Yes, I regret
The scornful dissipation
Of my salad days
When I was strong,

Believe me,
They didn’t last too long,
Believe me,
They didn’t last too long.

Yes, I regret
All that I squandered
O’er the course
Of about fifteen years,

Believe me,
I’ve cried quite a sea of tears,
Believe me,
I’ve cried quite a sea of tears,

Yes, I regret
If I e’er acted cavalierly
Towards any who sought to love me
With a trusting heart,

Believe me,
I’m not so proud of my past,
Believe me,
I’m not so proud of my past.

Where no one can disdain
Where no one feel be scorned
Where no one try to brag
Where no one feel helpless
Where no one try to fight
Where no one try to get rid of
Where no need of a barren land
Where no need of desert insight
Where no need of any shyness
Where we would ready to hear the truth
And take it as a tweet of bird
Where flowers’ beauty and fragrance
Can lessen pangs and sorrows of
This cruel cunning ugly world
And we would start to dance in breeze
With the jocund company of You
When a tiny, an innocent
Shining and transparent dew drop
That cannot miss a chance in hurry
To make a snap impatiently
Be a witness!
Bless us O’ Lord!
Bless us a chance
O’ my Lord!