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The Most Grand of DreamsI shall drift off into sleep,
Where inside I shall no longer weep-
Rather, I can have the most grand of dreams,
That lead me into what I happen to deem;
A magical place where I will only smile-
I must stay here for at least a little while,
To not be burdened by the negative for a few hours-
While I run in a field of never ending flowers,
The breeze drifting through my hair as my worries melt away;
Looking forward to falling into a new world at the end of the day.
Infinite PossibilitiesWith you-
I can see infinite possibilities;
In what we can do,
And what we will be.
When the going gets tough-
I will continue to try;
For I know a relationship-
Isn’t only rainbows and butterflies.
I am here -
For better or for worse,
There is no sense in ever giving up easily;
And giving a permanent goodbye.
Our connection is growing steadily,
Holding a special place within me-
Love forming in my fragile heart,
Feeling a bond from the very start;
Wishing to be together while we are apart.
You may not be perfect,
But neither am I;
On a cloud I am beginning to fly.
Every day I’ll show,
Just how much you mean to me.
Our garden will be filled with flowers,
Instead of those damaging weeds.
This is my promise to you-
I will stay loyal and true,
In all we happen to go through;
As long as you feel the same as me-
There are so many possibilities,
That we as a couple can be.
Misinformed RegretIt’s as though black ink has begun to seep into every open crevice available,
And the only way to get out is to let go, of which I am unable.
It is now quite impossible to turn away from overwhelming doubt,
For what was once sweet has now started to turn south-
Taking over my thoughts which force me to feel hopeless,
Leaving me with an abundant amount of unneeded, unintended stress.
I should truthfully end what is currently taking place,
Therefore erasing the worry that has now shown upon my face-
Yet I’d like to figure out the meaning behind this sudden upset,
If I don’t at least try, I’ll only be left in misinformed regret.
Like a Falling StarIt is not every day that in your lap lands a falling star-
Unexpectedly crashing before me from so very far;
To know such a beautiful person I am indeed lucky,
How we have collided so suddenly is amazing to me.
What we have can break even the most mighty of walls,
We create a stronger force that can conquer it all-
Pushing through the darkness to see the marvelous light,
To keep this powerful gift alive we shall only fight,
What we have found is incredible and rare-
Hearts entwined from a deep connection we share.
Something of this form shall be treasured,
Since there is not a decisive way to measure-
How our journeys have led us to finally join hands,
And face a world full of unknown demands;
It is not every day that a wondrous gift stands right before you,
In the most purest of forms, so fascinating and true.
Extremely GratefulI know I say this often it seems,
I'm grateful for all that life has given;
And has yet to offer me-
It's amazing to be alive, I must continue to say-
To be able to see another bright and blessed day.
I am incredibly fortunate in all that I have gained,
And I look forward to the future in what I can attain.
I stand now pieced together by my past joys and pain,
For life certainly has its ups and downs-
But it is only growth and wisdom which is abound.
I look forward to what this journey has in store,
So I’ll receive the good with the bad-
And not take a single thing for granted anymore.
Crash into the NegativeThere were negative ions floating that day,
Then that night they hit me full force-
The slight aggravation that wouldn't go away,
Soon enough had run its full course.
Being cautious, as I always am,
Didn't seem to pay off this time around-
Now the disappointment still reverberates as I stand,
Pulsing upset through my veins with each pound.
Wondering if it could have been avoided possibly,
Even so, I can't look back now-
I must move on from what occurred that night to me,
Shake off this excessive negativity somehow;
For it will work itself out in the end,
Even if there is damage that must be repaired-
I'd rather face a new day with no regret to comprehend,
Because indeed sometimes life isn't at all fair;
Explosive UpsetWhat in the world was that?
As if an explosion lit flames
That soon after disintegrated
Now the memories are incinerated
Rapidly transforming into a regretful shame
Engulfing my heart and spitting it out
Struggling to realize what it was all about
Rushing by in the speed of light
All at once my heart took flight
Detonating to the cold, hard ground
Reverberating is an ear deafening sound
Extinguish this disappointment with heavy downpour
This upset shall not willingly persist anymore
For what crashed and burned is now in the past
Something that obviously wasn’t meant to last
The ashes created shall be set aside
Meanwhile wasting those tears that I cried
Move on and let go
From this experience I can only grow
You Will Regret ThisYou’re quite the stupid one,
For soon enough you will regret this
I’m uncertain why you felt you needed to tell me such a thing,
But in the end you cannot change what you have done.
If you come running back,
I will not take you once more
For you’ve gone too far now to be in my arms again,
And now my sympathy you lack.
I trusted you like the many before,
That’s what hurt me most of all-
Soon enough you will see,
That your fears weren’t reality-
But your inner disappointments took over instead,
Obviously other thoughts came into your head;
Despite what you had insistently said.
This may have been a slight blow,
Yet in the end I will still glow
And of course stand tall-
I am worth much more than you deserve,
To let go took much nerve-
So I can surely bet,
That this is something you will regret.
Spreading Festive CheerThere is a slight chill in the air,
Winter is coming if you weren’t aware-
I adore the excuse to be merry and bright,
To sing jolly carols and see Christmas lights;
To dress in festive holiday clothes and hats,
And eat traditional dinners until you feel fat-
To tell stories of Santa and his reindeer,
To anticipate the coming new year-
Making resolutions we can’t keep,
Counting dancing sugar plums in our sleep-
Decorate the homes with fun and joy,
Wake in the morning to find new toys-
To set up the family Christmas tree,
Setting presents in the socks and underneath,
Celebrating my birthday,
While having an advent calendar counting the days;
I love December and I wait all year-
To spread my adorable festive cheer.
is the scalding breath of winter.
the piss-thin streaks of dandruff snow,
is a kid afraid to be standing
in that corner because of that madman
with that coarse, red face and
but now he's sleeping
under a ragged coat,
so it might be safe? no, no,
this is the wrong memory,
this is not
how he would like
to have him etched...
standing alert and smoking
brand of cigarettes
and twirling that sad stub with
long frost-tinged fingers
back when he would respond
to his feeble
"what are you waiting for?.."
for a bark.
nothing else to wait for!.."
"the steel ship."
a pocket full of posies;
we all fall down...
what exactly awaits us
when our mind and body
simply shut down forever?
will we be remembered by
the things we did or the
people whose hearts we
that's part of life,
all things eventually wilt,
death - an inevitable event.
a girl bullied for who she is
was found (almost) dead in her
own room, her life
hanging on by a thread
while her body
hung on a noose
that was tightly knotted
with hate and self-pity;
why must the bullying continue
after all this time?
she liked girls,
death crawls up walls,
waiting at every turn.
death sings a taunting
lullaby, hoping to lure
its victims into a pit.
death doesn't care
whether your pain was
self-inflicted or caused
death craves your soul,
not your body.
life gives you one chance
use it wisely.
always remember that
everyone has a different
story than you;
your diet coke will only make you hungrier(just some wolf with big blue eyes)
I don't know when I stopped using capitals in my writing
Or when I stopped talking as much
I dyed my hair because I was trying to show you
That I didn't have to show you anything
I told myself to stop writing poems about you
As if the days I spend locked in your ice cold glare
Was something I could escape
My mother still screams at night
She has the worst nightmares I've ever heard
And I think I might be going down the same route
I keep telling myself to breathe
That it is okay, and I will be okay
We were never okay
and despite myself, i've noticed it
you don't look at me anymore
Moriah JeanShe was soft and warm.
She was stone-cold.
I watched her, the strength in her
spine, the height in her shoulders,
the wave of ebony silk cascading over her
back - there was an unmistakable air.
But that skin, tight and smooth,
pulled over round hips, curved along
the concave of her stomach, crested
over her breast- a desert landscape.
She was sharp and round in all the
Formed from lightning and sand-
a burst of energy, a birth of
Untouchable, but for that treasured
moment of welcome, that break in
tension, that upturning of lips, pink
The knowing glance, the wanting look,
the low eyes, so dark, framed by sharp
lines and light- they placed her on a
pedestal, but she bent down with out-
She was not a goddess. She was polished
and coy, she was music - a symphony,
and sometimes, the cymbals crashed;
But she knew she was beautiful, and
she knew her strength was in the way
she let the music
remember melightning steps
haunt the cargo hold
where they let them
doze off... drunken bastards...
lightning steps -
sharpshooter stab marks (neck,)
a stern mother
the glare... bewitched
to the portholes. memento mei,
as written on the daughter's amulet;
she clutches it unknowingly in her sleep.
(will she burn too?) the night is
young but she isn't
anymore; she doesn't
know it yet.
Someone ElseWhat's the point of talking if no one will listen?
Of walking if there's no where to go?
Of singing to an empty room?
Of dancing alone?
Of writing what no one will read?
Of having feelings no one will care about?
You have the hope, that one day, one person might
Listen to you
Walk with you
Hear your soul
Dance with you
Read what is important to you
Care about the feelings you do have
And one day I hope
To do the same
For someone else
A Sirens Song.A slight breeze ruffled plumes attached onto an appendage.
We have searched so far...
Irritation could be seen within smiles.
For so long…
Six eyes watched as the flare from the Sun snuffed itself,
Cursed with feathers…
beyond the horizon.
Adorned to bone…
A breath of lethargy was passed through the group.
Our bodies grow tired…
Heaviness hung in the air.
Too weary to fly…
Darkness was descending.
Enduring days upon rocks…
Anticipation was setting in.
On a tiny isle…
There, within the distance, a slight dot.
A distinct vessel, traveling at a fast speed.
The winds carried to them the shouts of some...
Licking lips in excitement of the approaching storm.
Liners catch reefs, steering it towards their archipelago…
Three heads look towards the sky.
Lives are lo
The Ramblings of a Frozen SoulIt is cold
My fingertips are the most repulsive shade of blue
And my feet linger within the vile chambers of my stomach
Desperation led to this
Fueled by madness
I would be walking out of the cave...
...Had I had the limbs to carry me there
It is cold
Too cold to even scream
But you know...
I do still miss her
The girl who used to be the thing known as my love
Or at least I miss the part of her that was... "alive"
She's still with me
I talk to her frequently
I remember just recently I asked if she'd marry me
She's still thinking about it
Within the chamber that she is suspended in
Sometimes, I wonder if maybe she can't see me
Sometimes I wonder if,
Even though her eyes are open,
She can't see through what's supposed to be a two-way window
Sometimes I think I'm talking through a one-way window
...I really hope I'm not.
Even though she's encased behind the ice
Even though I've lost all feeling
I still "feel" warm when I'm with her
Damn you northern winds
I am everywhere
I am everything
I am your world
I am your voice
I speak in your blood
I sing in your tar
I am your lungs
I breathe your suffering
I contract your tears
I am your past
I recollect your misery
I predict your end
I am your friend
I embrace you with sickness
I deliver you from happiness
I am your everything
I am your only love
You. Need. Me
You. Can. Never. Escape. Me
Waiting RoomMaybe, just possibly, all that did transpire as a negative outcome did as a result of going against the tide,
All the while I was not within my true destiny that was set forth for me to take.
The pain and the sorrow all occurred since the road being walked upon was not the correct one of which I should have traveled.
It could have been probable that due to the wrong direction of which was chosen,
I have not yet become the person of which I should have been.
Many years passed,
Still feeling as though my place in the world was somewhere other than where I was residing,
Constantly striving to understand why I had not been able to integrate myself into such a society.
I have been caught in between the path I had waiting for me on the other side and the one I was stuck within.
The events which developed were from a trail that I was not meant to travel in the first place-
While still in wake the truth was there to find,
As I was within the confines of a choice that was not my own,
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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