And you dream,
and you try,
but, you're still not alive.
Then you close off again,
and you go home,
and you cry,
and you want to die.
Warning yourself against letting
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A book, hideous and white,
Half way through its fight,
Met a pen, high with might.
It's tip so smooth.
Ink like a soft flute.
It's form, loving and cute.
Now the book had this weired feel,
It thought the pen was here to fill.
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Battered but not broken,
It's the fear they have awoken,
The bruises hurt the tears commence,
It's only there actions that make no sense,
A life full of pain, Your head filled with blame,
Go take your mind and body,
Go be the chance you take,
All your happiness will be revealed when you make a break,
Don't be broken... take control,
This could be the last chance for parole,
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Oleanders, heavy with flowers
branching out in the cold mist
to witness an ungodly scene.
All around us the air stood still
not a blow on the mount
as if Zephyrus himself was waiting.
Tragedy in my arms
while I teach my murderer
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She took my hands I was 9
Giving me her other bud
And telling me just listen and enjoy the ride
Close your eyes and let me take you to the moon
She a woman of her words
Putting my feet above the clouds
And pushing me from the moon
Back to earth on my hands and knees
Waving and smiling from the moon back at me
looking up at her with my split temple
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If Life is easy,
why do we strive?
And search for hope,
to keep us alive.
And feel the pressure,
which causes pain.
And leaves a mark,
or an ugly stain
It makes me wonder,
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I’ve walked this winding road, with faith by my side,
Believing in friendships, though many have died.
I saw a spark in you, or maybe just a flicker,
But even the brightest flames grow dimmer and thinner.
I held you close, through whispers and doubts,
Defending your name, while silencing shouts.
But life reveals what we often can’t see,
The heart’s true colors, its silent decree.
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I distance myself to gather my thoughts
Conflicted by fears and trauma
Trying to find myself through the whole chaos
And I always question if it’s all worth it
If it’s worth waiting for
If it worth fighting for
How did it come to this?
How did I build all these walls just to watch them break again?
Is it worth the wait?
Remember me? The heart you left to beat alone. The one you left no hand to hold My heart gone cold, my love grown old. My mind worn and my soul sold...
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My heart, breaks each day
No one knows, they don't have to know
But it breaks each time I think about it
Some days I feel like a failure
Though I always make myself seem like a champion
Some days I feel like the ugliest girl
Though I would always self praise when I'm around others
I would overwork and stress myself out
Fall sick, health deteriorating
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