"hapened" poems
I feel asleep
I dreamed beutiful dreams
Dreams never dreamed before
Dreams hiden in the background
Dreams that opened my eyes
Dreams that helped me survive
I saw the ocean blue
I saw the blue sky
I saw the charming sun
I saw the colorful garden
I felt joy for freedom
I felt joy for happiness
I felt joy for opportunities
I felt joy to be alive
I fell asleep
With the fright of waking up
With the joy of felling life
With the fright of loosing everything
With the joy to know it hapened
Even if it was only because i was asleep.
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
"I was always an unusual girl,. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no fixed personally just aninner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean."
I felt like a ghost walking in a body, living only to die, living only to exist.
The war in my mind had me singing Ride by Lana like it was my national anthem. I walked about, helpess, pityless, heartless, tirelessy. Breathing, existing, breathing, existing ,breay=thing, existing....only exising.
Nothing seemed to matter these days, now that it was gone.
The light that was once in my eyes went out with a single blow and I walked around like a ghost with noting left and that was what it seemed.
Hurt by hurt
Blow by Blow
Dust by Dust
Breeze By breeze
Ocean to Ocean
And thats where it hapened,the spectre of my soul rises and hunts to haunt and the breathes a new life to start of.
The ghost of life is alive and never seems to rest
Restlessness
Selfishness turns to Selflessness
And it hunts
And it breathes
And its alive and then it says
Welcome back,this is home,.
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And....
I......
Am...................................
SPECTRE
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Dad ... So many images come to mind
whenever i speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.
Dad...What happened to those lazy days
when i was just a child;
when my life was consumed in you
in your love ,and in your smile.
Dad... What happened to all those times
when i always looked to you ;
no matter what hapened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.
Dad... Some days i hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
yet in my turn...it seems
the sound has been erased.
Dad... Who will i turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.
Dad... If i could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I would tell you that of all the dads
you would still be my choice.
Please always know i love you
and no one can take your place;
years may come an go
but your memory will never be erased.
Today,Jesus as you are listening
in your home above;would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 3:53 AM UTC