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Song of Healing

Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
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Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light.Song of Healing8 years ago in Free Verse

The Yellow WallpaperThis house
This beautiful house
I love this house with beautiful doors
With locks
I love this house with beautiful windows
With bars
I don't love the room
The room with the yellow wallpaper

Can't work
Can't write
Must rest
My husband says I must rest
They all say I must rest
So I rest in this room
This room with the yellow wallpaper

The pattern
Yellow
A woman trapped in the yellow bars
Yellow
Yellow
I can see moving
Creeping in the night
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
She's trapped behind the wallpaper
So yellow
Yellow
Yellow
I need to free her
She needs to be free from the
Yellow
Scrape, Claw, Scratch at the
Yellow wThe Yellow Wallpaper6 years ago in Free Verse

Time5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

self-portraits of scorch marksi peeled the paint away because
it terrified me. and at the center
of quiet when every moving thing
is still and silent you can hear
the secret alarms consuming your head-
space like the wind chimes of dying.

like wallpaper, an adhesive for your limbs;
you wear thoughts like a floral coat
so the ugly can camouflage with
the petals of hopefulness you have
long discarded as understatements and falsities.

you left a handful of paint swatches
on the kitchen table. you had been collecting
them from every place you've lived in:
the washington sky an airy grey
soaking my fingers through, massachusetts
like the color of your eyes where they meet
yoself-portraits of scorch marks3 months ago in Free Verse

precious momentsi used to play checkers
with the grandfather clock
at the local flea market.
i visited him every day,
noon thirty.
somehow, he would still be there,
week after week,
standing regally near a
lamp missing its shade.
grandfather clock was a quiet fellow,
choosing to say something
only at two fifty three, and only
every other day.
the ugly baby with the owl eyes
couldn't keep quiet,
rambling on and on about
how it used to live
with someone who played
the banjo (at least,
that's what i think it said.)
in the stand next to grandfather
clock, there sat a statue
of elephants, bronze and rusting,
who preferred to stay silent
unless there happened to bprecious moments1 month ago in Free Verse

Missing You Part 2It's killing me inside
Lost all my pride
I know I've thought of suicide
And maybe those thoughts were right

And now I'm losing my mind
How could I have been so blind?
When you needed me I can't believe I didn't try
I was gone and so clueless and I let you die

The end of your perfect book
Was all that they knew

When you left us behind
All I did was cry
Oh, I felt so deprived
There goes my only guide

There's just so much
That I want to say
That I miss your touch
But you've gone away

No one else even knew
What we both knew was true
When the chance came all I did was withdrew
I thought you had time left, that it'd take a few
Missing You Part 22 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

self-portraits of scorch marksi peeled the paint away because
it terrified me. and at the center
of quiet when every moving thing
is still and silent you can hear
the secret alarms consuming your head-
space like the wind chimes of dying.

like wallpaper, an adhesive for your limbs;
you wear thoughts like a floral coat
so the ugly can camouflage with
the petals of hopefulness you have
long discarded as understatements and falsities.

you left a handful of paint swatches
on the kitchen table. you had been collecting
them from every place you've lived in:
the washington sky an airy grey
soaking my fingers through, massachusetts
like the color of your eyes where they meet
yoself-portraits of scorch marks3 months ago in Free Verse

Fire and Ice (Poem)

Between the glimpse of lonely feathers,
Airborne to strike out from its tethers,
Stands the final mountain of courage
Between the hero and his rival.

Stifle the tension between the studious
Boys; Ice and fire collide in a furious
Snap of frozen flame—one is too cold,
But the hero is consumed in the heat.

They reflect, the most colorful of mirrors,
Red and green with passion and tremors
Of wars driven into the bloody past,
For the past does not become a hero.

The hero instead becomes his angry past,
And the rival not far ahead, shifting fast
Into the unmistakable chains of nemeses,
Clawing with his raging, lonely feathers.

Bound asFire and Ice (Poem)5 days ago in Free Verse

Not Exactly Alone

Put the head in the basket
Let it run down the stream
Begin to create the casket
For your one and only dream

It was you that sealed your fate
Lost in time roaming the field
Inside you were consumed by hate
The time has come to break the seal

Something is out there waiting
As our fire dies on its own
Distant sounds of the banging
We become no longer alone

Now I'm finding my family
Their lives have all been spent
Now I'm finding my friends
Writhing in their own agony

The hellish unadorned march on
I make my way trying to escape
I don't get far as they sound the alarm
No longer in charge of my own fate

Something is out therNot Exactly Alone2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

The dust that waitedThe dust that waited in still-bred silence for the wind
That would take them to the sky:
A maelstrom of musty rabbits choking the clouds in the anticipation of corkscrewing wind.
The left-for-dead house hunched alone on the wide flat plain,
With nothing save a few spare, withered heads of grain whispering about it.

The dim scaled wings of moths echoed to the tune of the house’s sighs,
Attracted only by the dim light of a lone flickering lamp—
Throwing its meager life against the grimed walls of glass,
Not terribly eager to only attract the dull drone of moths.

Cracked bindings stood loosely together,
Pages within starved and shrThe dust that waited3 months ago in Free Verse

Here Is Where I Lie

I refuse to believe
That the purpose of our hearts
Is just to end up broken
That it will all unweave

That we can never be together
In the warmth of our love
As our hearts beat as one
That it will last forever

In love's sweet sacrifice
Lost in an eternal cry
Here is where I lie...
I don't want to ever say goodbye

Looking up at the darkened sky
Asking myself a longing why
Ending my dreams in a broken sigh
I don't want to ever say goodbye

Oh, I will give this another try
Ever amazed for once in my life
Oh, the least you could do is try
Is to be a part of my life

Please, try to be closer
As I fall into your arms
Please, don'Here Is Where I Lie2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

The Beginning (CONTAINS SPOILERS!)

An unexpected boy
stumbled upon an alien device,
his curiosity activated it,
attatching to his wrist
he transformed into a red-hot hero,
but panicked and set a forest ablaze
he kept this a secret from the others,
but they found out
and were amazed.

Eventually this child,
gifted with the watch
figured out it's mechanics,
and put evil to it's demise.
He gained friends and enemies,
Saved lives,
got fame.

He met the creator, Azumuth,
The little alien was pleased.
But he never told him how to work the watch,
leaving the child to figure out the rest.
He also learned another thing;
The Omnitrix was the device's name.

Armed withThe Beginning (CONTAINS SPOILERS!)8 months ago in Free Verse

WallpaperYou never cared. You never did. I know that now. I'm just an obect. I'm just the girl in the corner. I know that now.

In the corner
A girl stands
Lost and Lonely
Beaten and Broken
Needing and Wanting
Waiting and silently crying
Looking closely you can see her broken wings
They've been savagely ripped
Her halo slightly tilted

I was just a toy to take down from the shelf to play with for a while and to put back on the shelf once got bored. I know that now.

A gorgeous boy
"Stumbles" upon the girl
If he hadn't been watching where he was going
He would have stepped on her
He says hi and gives her a hug

Did you see the tears IWallpaper8 years ago in Typographical

the thief and the harloti taste dirt
every time your lips touch mine
it feels earthy, smoky, bone dry
clinging to the inside of my mouth
a ghost-dusting of crumbs that
texture my tongue with the taste of sin
familiar isn’t it?

your fingertips graze my scars
they climb each raised keloid and
descend into the valley between my thighs
you ask if the scars are new and
i want to tell you the story of each cluster
how they falter and fade with age
but i stumble and spit
my mouth is stuffed with dirt.

yet, i ask you to bruise me harder
to stir up the black and purple storm
that lives under my tacky wallpaper skin
it’s not the flesh that i worry about.
ththe thief and the harlot2 months ago in Free Verse

Anti-Bullying 2 and 3Climbing down this stair of despair
Regretting when I snared your glare

All the words have been spoken
Now I lay here broken

Please just go away
Just for a day

There is now a hole in my heart
That you tore apart

You killed the last of the good in me
All that's left is dark debris

You are the only one left to blame
Now look at what I became

You know I will never be the same
I will never forget your name

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I never wanted this
I can't sleep until dawn
Something that I'll never miss
You won't stop till I'm dead and gone

Covering bruises in the mirror
How long can I keep up this facade?
The hits showing up clearer aAnti-Bullying 2 and 32 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

Ashes of a Burning Heart9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

lonely little girlSo, sad and lonely girl,
So melancholy, so bittersweet
The key has reached its boiling point

She paints her tragedy
But she says not a word
And up there, in her alcove,
Her soul's a caged bird
Her heart is bound in chains
She clings to her past
Her canvas shows her shackles
All can plainly see it
But her

She sits and paints her pictures
Without a care in the world,
Or so it seems
She sits in the alcove,
Leaving her message upon the wall
She moves like clockwork,
This lonely little doll
She's just sitting pretty
But you see it in her eyes
She's a shadow of her former self

No medium in particular,
Just lost in thought aslonely little girl4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics

May 2010 Haikuthon31
lazy breeze stirs
heat heavy air
summer night

30
white tipped trees
deepest evergreen
tracks in the snow

29
blue yellow blue
moving like birds
kayaks

28
mist lingers
across rocky peaks
ink on paper

27
patched ground
the fertile earth
plowed farms

26
orange splash
among vibrant green
sunny garden

25
golden moon
circle in the sky
street lamp light

24
sky's fabric
meets earth's texture
an endless thread

23
winding ivy
choking wood to splinters
a coiled snake

22
gentle hills
of brown grass
a resting bear

21
the wind runs
through wheat fields
rustling, rustling

20
little bird
sings a solo
beside myMay 2010 Haikuthon3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

A Midnight Meditation

I begin my journey of words, words and words-
With ‘In the Name of my Beloved God,
The most Generous and most Merciful’-
A raconteur’s most precious amulet.

I speak of my God,
In every breath of sweet air-
At the slightest sign of despair-

I speak of His Messenger-
In respectful and beautiful verses-
and in each well-guided behaviour.

I speak of His religion,
Without a hint of hesitation-
Steadfast-with an unswayed submission.

And when raised eyebrows-
Question His very existence-
I would proudly declare-

That He is eternally embedded in here-
In each life-giving pulse,
And every thumping beat,
Of my surrendA Midnight Meditation6 years ago in Free Verse

AloneEnglish :

" Sir Human, why you left me alone in this big world? Everything it's painful to see..

Those tears I'm crying, aren't mine, I'm slowly losing myself, going under

Do you want to sleep? Let me sing a song, this pain is awfuly

Affecting me, I barely can open my eyes, seeing the ground becoming darker. "

" One day passed again, the time is stealing every breath I'm trying to take.

Please don't go, I'll protect you, by keeping this promise we made each other

That we'll live together, till the world ends, till the demons will awake

They just want to take me apart from you, please don't go master. "

" I was able to feel, able to wAlone2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

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