I couldn't stop
the world from breaking
the earth from bleeding.
I wanted you
to turn away
so you couldn't see
the darkness in me.
I wanted to push
you away
so you couldn't hear
me and the nonsense
I tend to speak,
but I couldn't stop
you from coming.
I couldn't stop
the tears
from breaking me,
strengthening me.
I couldn't stop
the shadows
as they fed upon me
ripping everything away.
I wanted to beg
the Lord
to send you away
to stop you;
but I couldn't stop
from wanting you,
so I couldn't beg
and I couldn't stop
you from coming.
How can you
look upon a
fallen angel
a woman who
couldn't stop
her world
from breaking,
her soul
from bleeding.
I fear what you
will see in me,
seeing something that
will make you
walk away
but I can't stop,
I can't stop,
the need for you
and I yearn for you
giving in
to everything that is you
and I couldn't
and I won't
stop you from coming.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
The Still Night
In the still night
I hear you whispering to me,
I can feel your heart beat
in the dark next to me.
Move in closer
your words I must hear,
for in the night they are unclear
mixing in the dark with my fear.
I need to feel you breathe
to know you are beside me
in the dark
in a world so far apart.
Move in closer,
I can not hear
as the night calls my tears
mixing in the dark with my fear.
I can't hear;
the world is spinning year and year.
I feel alone in the night
yearning and yearning for that light.
I need to know
to feel complete
to face the dark without defeat,
Rising up to finally breathe.
In the still night
next to me
I want to feel your heart beat,
in the dark while you whisper to me.
I hear you whispering to me,
I can feel your heart beat
in the dark next to me.
Move in closer
your words I must hear,
for in the night they are unclear
mixing in the dark with my fear.
I need to feel you breathe
to know you are beside me
in the dark
in a world so far apart.
Move in closer,
I can not hear
as the night calls my tears
mixing in the dark with my fear.
I can't hear;
the world is spinning year and year.
I feel alone in the night
yearning and yearning for that light.
I need to know
to feel complete
to face the dark without defeat,
Rising up to finally breathe.
In the still night
next to me
I want to feel your heart beat,
in the dark while you whisper to me.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
A Beauty to Keep
On bended knee
I pray
that in my sleep
I can find
a beauty to keep.
An essence
to have
to hold,
praying that it ceases
the tears
that come to sight
the tears that continue to flow
with my crying soul
yearning to take flight.
I am here again
standing at the path
between dreams and sleep
praying for that beauty to keep.
posted for final One Shot Wednesday
I pray
that in my sleep
I can find
a beauty to keep.
An essence
to have
to hold,
praying that it ceases
the tears
that come to sight
the tears that continue to flow
with my crying soul
yearning to take flight.
I am here again
standing at the path
between dreams and sleep
praying for that beauty to keep.
posted for final One Shot Wednesday
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Sweet Waves
sweet waves
ripple through her fingers
as she lies in its core
the sand caking to her skin
while she bathes.
The sun shines pearls
upon her chest
tattooing her in its realm
but she can not rest
she can not have peace
in the waves.
she stands
pulling wet hair from
her face
licking the salt from her lips
her blood to taste.
What has come of this world?
Why do tears drip
into the ocean?
She wraps her dress
around her thighs
and climbs upon a rock
a sturdy, solid rock
standing erect in the waves.
She lies upon the cold rock
letting the sun bake into her back
squeezing the cold stone against her breast.
She hears distant crying
crying echoing
floating above her.
She sits up
noticing the mountain walls surrounding her
and she hears the cries
from the mountain top
cries of sadness
for her.
She stands upon her rock
looking up into the sky
searching for Grace in the light.
The cries turn to howls
of victory as HE touches her
with his light
this world strengthening her.
She stands
upon the solid rock
legs, pale, wet, and bare.
She dips into the ocean
in a quick
fluent motion
kicking water into the air.
She hears the cries
of triumph
their energy soaking into her.
She twirls on the rock
the waves surround
legs, pale, bare
dance on cold stone
the waves rippling
into a symphony for her
dashing against the rock
water spraying above her.
In one single motion
she twirls
dips her leg into the water
kicking it out
bare in the light
causing the waves
to dance up into the air
surrounding her
on her rock
as she twirls
legs, pale, bare
in the light
in the waves
dancing for her.
one stop picture prompt challenge-final Sunday challenge
spectacular photography by Roise Hardy
Saturday, July 16, 2011
This Stone Structure
Sitting here
in front of this stone structure
I find my mind wondering
about it's history,
of the kind of life
it has lived.
I find myself wondering
why I feel
connected to it,
why it is speaking to me
and why I feel the need
to know the language
that it speaks.
I feel it's power
and the power it has over me.
I embrace it!
I fear it!
I must know of it!
This building
has been my destroyer,
now it is becoming my healer.
For this
I must know
must hear
must understand
its power
it's language
it's life.
posted for dVerse poets http://dversepoets.com
in front of this stone structure
I find my mind wondering
about it's history,
of the kind of life
it has lived.
I find myself wondering
why I feel
connected to it,
why it is speaking to me
and why I feel the need
to know the language
that it speaks.
I feel it's power
and the power it has over me.
I embrace it!
I fear it!
I must know of it!
This building
has been my destroyer,
now it is becoming my healer.
For this
I must know
must hear
must understand
its power
it's language
it's life.
posted for dVerse poets http://dversepoets.com
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Hands of Time
Rough are the hands of time
that tick away
the beats of life
instilling in my mind
the gaps in time.
Time be still
so I can gather my thoughts,
be still
so I can see
what life has brought,
be still
so I can gather the time missed.
originally written when I was 18
posted for one shot Wednesday
that tick away
the beats of life
instilling in my mind
the gaps in time.
Time be still
so I can gather my thoughts,
be still
so I can see
what life has brought,
be still
so I can gather the time missed.
originally written when I was 18
posted for one shot Wednesday
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Never Let Your Dreams Die
This is one of the first poems I ever wrote. I think I was about 10. Should I leave it or re-write it?
Never let your dreams die
no matter what they are,
Life can be a big strife
but never let your dreams die.
If you let your dreams die
it could be the ending of a life.
posted for Friday Poetically for One Stop Poetry with Brian Miller
Never let your dreams die
no matter what they are,
Life can be a big strife
but never let your dreams die.
If you let your dreams die
it could be the ending of a life.
posted for Friday Poetically for One Stop Poetry with Brian Miller
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Follow me
Walk with me
don't be scared,
Dance with me
don't be shy,
for once upon a time
I was a person,
a soul living
in a world aglow.
Can you see that
when you look at me
Can you feel me?
I believe I am trapped
in a body I don't know.
Can I be saved
Can I be found?
Stand beside me
don't be scared,
I'm only me
or at least
that is what I believe
and we may never know
the truth inside.
Walk with me
let me show
you a light,
a glow,
for I'm on a quest
to find a glow
I believe I once had.
Follow me
don't be scared
for I believe
the light will find us.
originally written 2008 posted for One Shot Wednesday one year anniversary
don't be scared,
Dance with me
don't be shy,
for once upon a time
I was a person,
a soul living
in a world aglow.
Can you see that
when you look at me
Can you feel me?
I believe I am trapped
in a body I don't know.
Can I be saved
Can I be found?
Stand beside me
don't be scared,
I'm only me
or at least
that is what I believe
and we may never know
the truth inside.
Walk with me
let me show
you a light,
a glow,
for I'm on a quest
to find a glow
I believe I once had.
Follow me
don't be scared
for I believe
the light will find us.
originally written 2008 posted for One Shot Wednesday one year anniversary
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Can You Hear The Children's Cry
Can you hear the children's cry,
know of the tears
that weep,
to be born
then tossed
in a battle
ever lost.
Can you hear them mourn
As they sit alone
Sleep alone
hungry and torn.
Can you see their tears
as they fight
the monster
who claims to be real
shaking their every fear.
Can you hear the children cry,
as they are ripped
from family to family
in hell
without a cup to sip.
Can you feel them shake
as that shadow
comes in the night
scarring, beating
raping their innocence,
their souls to take.
Can you hear their cry
as they lie beaten
and burned on the floor
praying to have wings to fly
away from this place,
these people
who have forgotten
the children of the world.
for One Stop Poetry prompt
know of the tears
that weep,
to be born
then tossed
in a battle
ever lost.
Can you hear them mourn
As they sit alone
Sleep alone
hungry and torn.
Can you see their tears
as they fight
the monster
who claims to be real
shaking their every fear.
Can you hear the children cry,
as they are ripped
from family to family
in hell
without a cup to sip.
Can you feel them shake
as that shadow
comes in the night
scarring, beating
raping their innocence,
their souls to take.
Can you hear their cry
as they lie beaten
and burned on the floor
praying to have wings to fly
away from this place,
these people
who have forgotten
the children of the world.
for One Stop Poetry prompt
Friday, June 24, 2011
A Light
A light
dancing through
the leaves
reflects off
her face,
dark hair
blowing in the breeze
the sun
bathing her skin.
She looks up
into this world
of hers
breathing in the
beauty that surrounds,
face pointing
to the sun
she bows.
written for Friday Poetically picture is by Alison Jardine. website http://alisonjardine.com/
dancing through
the leaves
reflects off
her face,
dark hair
blowing in the breeze
the sun
bathing her skin.
She looks up
into this world
of hers
breathing in the
beauty that surrounds,
face pointing
to the sun
she bows.
written for Friday Poetically picture is by Alison Jardine. website http://alisonjardine.com/
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
A Cry
There is a cry
into the wild,
a cry to see him again
for his face
to bring earth back.
There is a cry
to again see the moon,
a cry
to feel to wind
to see
not just know
of my friend
that will carry me to end.
There is a cry
to hear the echo,
to see and feel the glow
in the woods
to feel the soft grass
under my knees
Where I yearn to kneel.
There is a cry
into the wilds,
a cry to see him again
to feel him
for his face
to bring earth back.
into the wild,
a cry to see him again
for his face
to bring earth back.
There is a cry
to again see the moon,
a cry
to feel to wind
to see
not just know
of my friend
that will carry me to end.
There is a cry
to hear the echo,
to see and feel the glow
in the woods
to feel the soft grass
under my knees
Where I yearn to kneel.
There is a cry
into the wilds,
a cry to see him again
to feel him
for his face
to bring earth back.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Why Are You Here
The sun light
dances through the trees
The wind soft and quiet,
he stands a far
starring at me
blue eyes fixed
the wind playing in his hair.
What are you doing here
I call into the the wind,
He smiles
as the wind responds in silence.
We stare at each other
for a moment
and I call again
What are you doing here,
He smiles again
as he leans against the tree.
The wind carries
laughter to me
but he is not laughing
only smiling,
his eyes dancing
remain fixed on me.
Never taking my eyes
off of him
I sit down in the garden.
Roses decorate my skin
the scent invigorating.
The wind picks up in a rush
weaving rose petals
into the air
the colors dancing
over my head.
Lifting my chin
I can feel
the petals brush my face
touching my lips
with a rose petal kiss.
I close my eyes
into the wind
breathing as one with it.
The rose petals
are carried by the wind
floating all around
and I open my eyes.
His blue eyes
bleed into mine
as he touches my hand
and I feel his fire.
His lips brush mine
as he whispers to me
"Why are you here"?
posted for OneShot Wednesday written 3-22-11
dances through the trees
The wind soft and quiet,
he stands a far
starring at me
blue eyes fixed
the wind playing in his hair.
What are you doing here
I call into the the wind,
He smiles
as the wind responds in silence.
We stare at each other
for a moment
and I call again
What are you doing here,
He smiles again
as he leans against the tree.
The wind carries
laughter to me
but he is not laughing
only smiling,
his eyes dancing
remain fixed on me.
Never taking my eyes
off of him
I sit down in the garden.
Roses decorate my skin
the scent invigorating.
The wind picks up in a rush
weaving rose petals
into the air
the colors dancing
over my head.
Lifting my chin
I can feel
the petals brush my face
touching my lips
with a rose petal kiss.
I close my eyes
into the wind
breathing as one with it.
The rose petals
are carried by the wind
floating all around
and I open my eyes.
His blue eyes
bleed into mine
as he touches my hand
and I feel his fire.
His lips brush mine
as he whispers to me
"Why are you here"?
posted for OneShot Wednesday written 3-22-11
Monday, June 6, 2011
A Dawn Like This
I've never seen
a dawn like this before
the sun subsiding
the moon bright
in the dim blue sky
Bowing to my cry
I cover my sight
tears in beauty
harboring in my eyes
only to turn
to diamonds
in the once before
night sky
a dawn like this before
the sun subsiding
the moon bright
in the dim blue sky
Bowing to my cry
I cover my sight
tears in beauty
harboring in my eyes
only to turn
to diamonds
in the once before
night sky
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Saturday, June 4, 2011
My Light
You took my light
my burning flame
ripped it from my soul
leaving my heart beating
but no longer breathing.
You took my light
of my dancing soul
leaving it beating
but no longer needing.
you took my light
my flame, my warmth
leaving me cold
a dimness in the night.
You took my light
my nature, my will
tearing me to pieces
leaving a life still standing
but no longer wanting.
You took my light
my every desire, my innocence
leaving a shell
a person no longer.
my burning flame
ripped it from my soul
leaving my heart beating
but no longer breathing.
You took my light
of my dancing soul
leaving it beating
but no longer needing.
you took my light
my flame, my warmth
leaving me cold
a dimness in the night.
You took my light
my nature, my will
tearing me to pieces
leaving a life still standing
but no longer wanting.
You took my light
my every desire, my innocence
leaving a shell
a person no longer.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Fallen
Fallen
laying in the mud
in blood
sent up from
this feeble earth.
Ripped; torn
dirty and scorned
I weep
here in the mud
in my blood
to reap
the agony
of my sanity.
written 07-09-10 revised 05/25/11 posted to onestop poetry 05/25/11 for Oneshotwednesday
laying in the mud
in blood
sent up from
this feeble earth.
Ripped; torn
dirty and scorned
I weep
here in the mud
in my blood
to reap
the agony
of my sanity.
written 07-09-10 revised 05/25/11 posted to onestop poetry 05/25/11 for Oneshotwednesday
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Beauty In Me
This is a poem that I have been working on. Let me know your thoughts
Stand still
Watch the shadows appear
Blasting through
These continuing tears.
Have you stood
long enough
in my darkness
Have you seen enough
to hold my light?
Stand with me
to fight the shadows
fight with me
and I'll never forsake you
Blindly see
through my tears
and you will find
the Beauty in me.
Stand still
Watch the shadows appear
Blasting through
These continuing tears.
Have you stood
long enough
in my darkness
Have you seen enough
to hold my light?
Stand with me
to fight the shadows
fight with me
and I'll never forsake you
Blindly see
through my tears
and you will find
the Beauty in me.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Pages to Burn
PLEASE MOVE TO THE NEXT PAGE AS THIS LINK IS BEING CHANGED AND/OR REMOVED.
I revised this poem in haste as I didn't leave the original poem to be compared to the new revision. Also now that I re-read this version I do not believe it fits. I am not sure what I was thinking I believe this was to be a new poem that I thought was part of pages to burn. However, this does not work for Pages To Burn as it is a poem all on it's own. Yes, I never felt like it was completed but not to the point of of changing the entire poem. I do beg you to move to the next poem until I can put the original back up. Also for any revision the original will remain on this blog unless otherwise stated.
Thank you for visiting my blog and for the interest in this poem or if it was a favorite. I apologize for the haste in my thoughts and fingers.
I DO REALIZE IT HAS BEEN ALMOST 3 YEARS SINCE MY HASTE OF REVISION BUT PLEASE BARE WITH ME FOR THE NEW CONSTRUCTION OF THIS SITE AND THE CHANGES NEEDING TO BE MADE. THANK YOU!
You are a lesson
I must learn
written on the pages
of a book
that must burn,
standing still
you unveil me;
stripped and naked
you wash away the dirt
bringing me back to earth.
In the night
you silence my cry
holding me, whispering;
in the day
you beckon for me
to follow, to come
pushing me in the water
I no longer feel numb.
You are a lesson
I must learn
written on the pages
of a book
that must burn,
laying down
you spread the ashes
cleansing me
from my curse
as you bring me
back to earth.
Written 04-05-11 revised 10-30-12
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
An Awakening Raging Storm
I pray for a storm
to rage outside
and for that storm
to take me away from here.
I cry
as the clouds darken the sky
needing to feel
the cold drops
soak into me
to overflow inside
so I
can not bleed.
The black tears
fall from my eyes
blinding me
from the stormy skies
tearing me up inside
As I fall
As I fall,
and here I am
Screaming for sanity
Screaming for purity
with black tears
covering me
black tears taking
my soul to feed
into an awakening
raging storm.
Originally written 05-17-06
to rage outside
and for that storm
to take me away from here.
I cry
as the clouds darken the sky
needing to feel
the cold drops
soak into me
to overflow inside
so I
can not bleed.
The black tears
fall from my eyes
blinding me
from the stormy skies
tearing me up inside
As I fall
As I fall,
and here I am
Screaming for sanity
Screaming for purity
with black tears
covering me
black tears taking
my soul to feed
into an awakening
raging storm.
Originally written 05-17-06
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
A Castle and A Queen
You are not a castle
and I am no queen.
I have placed my heart
upon a dream
a dream that no longer lives.
You are not a knight
Not my savior
not my right,
only a dream
A far away dream
of a castle and a queen.
You are not a prince
Nor I a fallen maiden,
hushed by a kiss
upon a fallen raven
to be a dream
A far away dream
of a castle and a queen.
You are not a castle
and I am no queen.
I have placed my heart
upon a dream,
A dream of you
That no longer lives.
and I am no queen.
I have placed my heart
upon a dream
a dream that no longer lives.
You are not a knight
Not my savior
not my right,
only a dream
A far away dream
of a castle and a queen.
You are not a prince
Nor I a fallen maiden,
hushed by a kiss
upon a fallen raven
to be a dream
A far away dream
of a castle and a queen.
You are not a castle
and I am no queen.
I have placed my heart
upon a dream,
A dream of you
That no longer lives.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Untitled
This is still a work in progress. All feed back is appreciated.
She is standing
by a broken tree
looking at her
broken wings
on the ground
her heart breaking
the world raging.
Her cry
disrupted the sky
wings broken
unable to fly.
She is standing
by a broken tree
looking at her
broken wings
on the ground
her heart breaking
the world raging.
Her cry
disrupted the sky
wings broken
unable to fly.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
All I want
All I want
to do is see you face,
Everyday watching
for you
needing you.
All I want
is to hear your voice
hear you say
my name,
everyday waiting
for you
needing you.
All I want
is to smell you
as you stand so close
watching for your smile
waiting for your touch.
All I want
is to see your face
to look for you
to be with you,
for that is all I want,
All I want
All I want
is you
everyday.
to do is see you face,
Everyday watching
for you
needing you.
All I want
is to hear your voice
hear you say
my name,
everyday waiting
for you
needing you.
All I want
is to smell you
as you stand so close
watching for your smile
waiting for your touch.
All I want
is to see your face
to look for you
to be with you,
for that is all I want,
All I want
All I want
is you
everyday.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Tip Toe
Tip Toe
I go
To see my sleeping self
Climbing in that bed
To sleep with the girl,
Hearing them outside
Clawing at my window
Tearing at my soul.
Tip toe
I go
To shut them out
Leaving them in the dark
Ignoring their screams
Their scratches on the glass,
Trying to scar us with their mark.
Tip toe
I go
To cover my sleeping self
protecting her
From a continuing wrath,
Slaying the shadows
For them to never touch or stir
This little girl.
Tip toe
I go
To lay over my sleeping self
Straining to keep them away
Always fighting in the night
For my little girl to sleep
And be free
In the night.
copyright 2011
I go
To see my sleeping self
Climbing in that bed
To sleep with the girl,
Hearing them outside
Clawing at my window
Tearing at my soul.
Tip toe
I go
To shut them out
Leaving them in the dark
Ignoring their screams
Their scratches on the glass,
Trying to scar us with their mark.
Tip toe
I go
To cover my sleeping self
protecting her
From a continuing wrath,
Slaying the shadows
For them to never touch or stir
This little girl.
Tip toe
I go
To lay over my sleeping self
Straining to keep them away
Always fighting in the night
For my little girl to sleep
And be free
In the night.
copyright 2011
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