To think at the beginning of last year it was you and I
you and I standing alone against the world
Now that it is a new year,
you are but a scar.
Dawn of a New Year
It is morning, a new dawn
Birds sing tunes of joy
The wind itself hums along in delight
Perhaps this year I will end this sorry life
Dawn of a New YearIt is morning; a new dawn.
Birds sing tunes of joy.
The wind itself hums along in delight.
Perhaps this year I will end this sorry life.
WhisperI am wide awake when you whisper behind me.
I hear your sharp tone as you hiss your destructive incantations.
Every hushed word resonating through my head with a weight attached,
dragging me down into the deep chasms.
There's that terrible ache again in my stomach;
I am wide awake when you cut me with your knives.
I guess I was so busy watching my back,
that I forgot pay attention to what was in front.
A SongA bugle to the weary ear
Removes all dreams of kingdom come,
Recedes the soldier's fallen tear
And bellows his heart with the drum,
As clamors shield on pointed spear
And sings a euphony of home,
Each dying troop with closing breath
Attends a symphony of death.
A lover's welter and his woe
Seeks a violin's weeping strain,
For melody melts spite and snow
Which haunts the sinking, swooning swain,
And thus forgiven, flame and foe
Which brewed the draught of lover's bane,
Ascends the tune, a breath of June
A heart in summer 'neath the lune.
An oboe wakes a human note
In crystal seas where saints have drowned,
A grand piano did once quote
A lay which infancy had found,
While tyrants reign and malice dote
A peace will shelter us in sound,
For what is life without a song?
An empty sheet to play along.
Smell...and be stimulated!jasmine in the air
a rose at her peak
the dew of the morn
freshly cut hay
the scent of her perfume
the aftershave you bought him
the morning after
a newborn's skin
a zoo at sunset
the everglades at noon
the jungle at dawn
a sea breeze from the east
his sweat on Calgary
the stench of death
the freshness of his garments
the fragrant new morning
"The aroma of life is for us to enjoy,
the fragrance of living surrounds us.
With a wealth of fine odors for Him to employ,
He assures us He's loving and just."
A poem about loveLove consists out of pain
Love consists out of desire
Love is what I admire
Love always fights against my brain
Love is despising
Love is passion
Love is not a piece of fashion
Love is always surprising
None of these things are untrue
Love is enough to make one weep
That is love as it seems
Yet when I think of you
I simply can’t fall asleep
Since life is finally better, than in my own dreams
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
She cries out into the stillness of the night:
"Why is this happening to ME?"
"Why are you hurting ME?"
"Why won't you leave ME alone?"
Her words float on the air, ascending upward,
then fall to the ground gently, as flakes of snow;
frozen tears from Heaven.
"Is anyone listening? Does anyone care?"
The heart grows cold, numb. Darkness beckons.
"Oh, just to sleep and never wake up!"
The constant pain. The ever-present need for
resolution, for closure.
But like an evil bird that refuses to return to the nest,
forsaking her own, so too relief keeps fleeing.
The noises in her head - a cacophony of confusion!
Unrelenting, unbearable, when will it end?
A Voice in the darkness, low and sweet, calling to her, beckoning her.
"Child, do you not know that you are loved?
Are you not aware that I hold your existence in the palm of my hand?
Like a butterfly you are to me.
Your broken wing; shall I not show pity?
I WILL heal your pain, I WILL nurtu
Sinners in LoveMy eyes open,
Blackness all around.
I am chained to a bed
Naked and cold.
A Blue light
Is cast on the ceiling.
The only thing I see
Is the, half blue half Black, ceiling.
The Shadow of a cross
Appears on the ceiling,
Then the Burning words of Hatred
Fag, Homo, Dirty Queer, Gay slut
Are screamed in hatred
And all directed at me.
My eyes weep with fear,
Then a hand grabs a hold of mine.
My Prince is laying next to me,
He is here to save me,
I know it.
He lets go in an instant,
Screaming with tears flowing.
Then the many Hating hands of God
Tear my arm off,
This must go,
Gay is a Sin.
Shock hit me,
I cant feel the pain though.
My mind races,
Trying to find a way out.
My ears bleed,
With the hating words,
Then I hear my Prince.
I ask him
To do the unthinkable,
"Jake Kiss me..."
My life freezes as he does,
An Amazing Eternity of Love and passion.
The next second
He backs away,
Tears cascading down his face,
And he looks Away.
The Hands Of Hatred act quickly,
They rip m
Just WaitShe sat at her small wooden table, sipping bitter coffee from her small porcelain mug. Why even own a two-person table if it only had one person to serve? She had even bought the two chairs that came with it...then again, she had expected the other chair to be filled. That didn't work out.
She loved him. She really loved him. As in, it wasn't just a crush. He was beautiful, inside and out, and amazing, and gentle. Almost perfect. But nothing's perfect.
He had been honest, told her that he couldn't handle a relationship at the moment. That he loved her. If only he could make 'them' work.
She sighed, stirring her coffee with a spoon for no particular reason but to figit. She was always thinking about him at this hour in the morning, and she certainly didn't know why. It was probably the empty chair. If only her thoughts would stop pestering, it gave her a headache, one that sometimes stayed all day.
Did he even care? Maybe he had made that all up, to make her feel better. Or to get her o
InsomniaA miniature moon floats sleepily
atop my open window;
a drifting continent sifting
over shivering tree tops.
Watery clouds explore along the
broken crest of atoms,
fingers rolling in the shadows
of its dimensions.
My skewed sight steadily begins to
repaint the scattered stars and
one by one like raindrops,
they burst across the sky
Breathing down in thoughtful shafts
upon the inside of my eyelids.
I'm thankful to be an insomniac.
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,
replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.
I squeeze articles and adjectives
supporting metaphors and similes
into tight-fitting corners,
until that which is empty begins to bloat.
The ache of something missing,
the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:
it finds no satisfaction within passion
and phrases so desperately created, upheld.
Why give transparent, misleading hope
Does pleasure derive from humiliation
the catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?
Where is the limit of cruelty defined,
if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:
Language wilts on my fingertips,
turns to ash in my mouth
the gorge in my throat which partakes in
how significant is agony endured within silence,
inside pitiful thoughts?
It is nothing notable of specific emotion,
only biting veracities upon repetition
and foolish belief:
"I am no poet of words."
Your Little DollControl my every move
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.
I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.
Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.
You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.
I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.
I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
but away from further harm.
Use to control my every move
my rise and my fall
no longer at your command
never again your little doll..
Myself To RestI'm standing in the middle of nowhere
Such a scary place to be
Standing in the middle of nowhere
And there's really nothing here to see
Everything inside is screaming
Go and set your mama free
But I'm young and not strong so all that's left to do
Mama I'm coming home
And I'm gonna try my best
Never to let you go
To the deep, long rest
And sorry if I let go
But I won't be alone
'cause if you go
I'll put myself to rest.
Sitting by your bed for hours
I'm too scared to walk away
Sitting by your bed fro hours
Maybe that'll turn to days
And mama, I don't really care it
Goodbye, is all you say
'cause at least it's your voice..
But I was walking home
Mama I was all alone
And I ran without looking both ways
Red inside the street still shines
'cause i didn't run in time
Sorry mama, what was I thinking?
Mama, I can't come home
Sorry I tried my best...
Never to let you go
To the deep long rest
And sorry, Ma, I let go,
Hard to think I'm alone
So I tried to sh
One dose of glitterOne dose of glitter can light up the world
One little thought can bring back little girls
Fairies and dragons and strong, worthy knights
One dose of glitter can shine through the night
Hush, little girl, for the stars in the sky
Shining so sweetly like your stunning eyes
Don't let the nightmares define what you'll be
Notice the beauty within every dream
Hush, little girl, there is no need to fight…
One dose of glitter to light up the night.
Front page...Liquid chains cling to my ankles
Feathers of a bird tickle my nose.
Haunted by the voices in this cold dark cell
Longing for the scent of a light pink rose.
Ocean waves beat upon a sandy shore
A sea of hatred and rage.
Dragonflies swim through air so light
But this stuff never gets to the front page.
Magic WandDragons fly through poison skies, their whispers in the wind
Ladybugs in black sandcastles, scratches on your skin
Hopscotch over quicksand, and a castle made of dirt
Shining silver crowns and dancing 'round in spinning skirts
Bloody, ruined princesses locked up in towers tall
Watching as the prince quickly begins to fall
Slowly, as the innocence does take her darling life
Please do watch now, as the magic wand becomes a knife...
dark love poemI love you as the,
dark summers eve
I hate the dark side
of you, like a vampire
hates the sun light
your eyes glitter as the
full moon shine so brightly
your scent is a bouquet of red
roses and your beautiful
smile make oh so less
painful for my heart
that been torn by dogs
your smooth silky skin
makes me warm and want
to hug you more by the day
Will you sleep with me..?Will you sleep with me..?
Not sexually, of course.
I just want to be near you.
I want us to be close.
I want your arms wrapped around me.
I want to feel your warm chest against my ear
as I listen to your heartbeat in rhythm.
could be mine.
Just like how my heartbeat could be yours.
Will you sleep with me..?
Words on the WallThe sun melted into the glamorous sky
The moon stood there, hidden by sweet lullabies.
But mommy was crying, her day had been hard
The tears in her eyes twinkled just like the stars.
Her face wasn't happy like it should have been
And though she was saddened, she forcefully grinned.
I wanted to see Mommy smile through it all...
I painted a picture on her bedroom walls.
I told her to look, just to come in and see
But Mommy was angry... she wasn't happy.
She threw me down hard on the cold wooden floor
Then picked me up, slamming my head on the door.
She yelled and she screamed, then she hit me once more
She slapped me till I couldn't see anymore.
My heart then stopped beating, my laugh went unheard
Then Mommy got up without saying a word.
She looked at the walls splattered with my young blood
Then fell to the ground in her tears with a thud.
She looked at my face, then she looked all around
Then wrote on the walls with the first thing she found.
Then, after she finished, she wanted self h
Screams Of PainHELP ME!!!
I scream at the top of my lungs
Yet for some reason, no on responds
Do they hear?
Do they care?
Of course not
No one cares about your pain
No one cares about your sorrow
Is it because I'm at the bottom of this hole?
This mile deep hole I dug myself
With the help of a few people, of course
At the bottom of the pit
I get lonely
And then you come along
Just drifting the way the wind carries you
You look so beautiful
You would never be bothered by an ugly like me
You drift by
Leaving me to sob my tears alone
Even more lonely than before
Is that even possible?
Now I notice I'm alone
Now I feel it in my bones
As I discover that I am nothing
A worthless, shriviling nothing
You would never look at a nothing like me
I should've known
Instead my heart flew out of my chest
And right to you
Never to be reclaimed
I will miss you, heart
Along with her
But I understand why you left
Who would want to be left alone with me?
So now I'm left alone with myself again
And I don't wan