Sleepless nights of wonderSitting here wondering idling,what's wrong with my mind, it's playing tricks on me,playing videos in my mind.I'm full of thoughts of what has been,wondering idly what's coming in front.It's full of wonders, this night. Giving me the creeps,showing possible outcomes of my life.Ah, if only it was true,those things that my mind tells me about.Sleepless night makes me wonder if it's all right,if I am all right.There he lies sleeping soundly, like he has no worries about tomorrowhe sighs and snores and dreams hopefully.Not a worry about the next coming seasons',seams to pass by in his dreams, his thoughts.While these sleepless nights are keeping me up and about.Here I sit, this sleepless night, of all sleepless nightsand thinks, about how happy I am,how proud I'm off him.Now times tells me, that this sleepless night is over,although I am aware of that tomorrow has another sleepless night in store for me,as well as many other coming nights,to think about these thoughts
The star of my lifeThe star twinkling in the sky is mine,or at the very least that's what I thoughtbut now I'm not sureThat star is dim, or maybe the clouds are only in the wayI can no longer see it with my eyes.- Where are thou, my lovely star? You whom holds my heart?Always have you shined so stronglyshowing me the way and loving me, for me.Now I search the night for your ever glowing shine.Maybe day you might, once more, shine on meand accept me for me, loving me as you did once before.To me, you truly are the star of my life.
ConceptWhen the evening becomes shorterand the rain falls strongly.When the night calls for youdon't pay attention to the change of path.Perceive with vivid eyes the colour of the sunand look with unclouded spirit at the person at your side.Conclude with hard facts that the evidence is truethat when love is in the air, it's for you.To conceive with thoughts of worrythat you're to be alone in life,is to convince yourself that you're unworthy of love.The concept of imagining, is that you can make the visions come to life,that's if you believe hard enough in luck!Instil in your conscious the truth about yourself,and accept yourself as you're, then others will accept you as such!
ViolenceTo show you my sincerity over your wrongs, a blow I deal,to show you my love and my rage over your mistakes.I hand you a bruise, this,so that I later can show my sincere apology over my own rage.Then again even though it was you who made me do it,you made me show you where you went wrong.This is your repentance, the way I allow you pardon.So lie down and take it, because frailty, thy name is woman.Moreover you brought it upon yourself!I'm just bringing you to justice, when I deal my hand upon your cheekand leave that bruise for you to be shamed upon.Bow and take it and show your regret over your deeds.
predatorThe feelings are now gone, there is not reason for me to hang on.I will never forget how you won, by twisting my words for fun.The bonds between us have now been undone and I find myself starring at the sun.The sun turns from bright yellow into dull dun.With this turn I sense that life will take a different spun.The twist made me stun, yet again it made me run.It didnt matter how fast or long I was easily outrun.He and them stood before me again, each and one caring a gun.They want me back, so I could be the target for their sick fun.Ignoring theirs words, but they werent done.He walks up to me, speaks loving lies into my ear.My blood screams and my heart ponds in fear.His brown eyes that had held me captured for a year.The warm handsome smile now reminds me of a predators sneer.I just wanted to disappear, but then the puppeteer surrounded me with his adhere.No where to run, no where to rest and as frighten as a deer.I decided to finally stand my groun
a choice to makeThe changes in my life were abrupt,to many and all to fast for my liking!The past walked back into my life,not once but twice and so now I'm confused.The choice I have to make is complexand has too many outcomes.However no matter what the choice I make,itll be me who is hurt in the end,since its I who will invest in the choice.My future is on the line,depending on me making the correct choice.Cornered with no choice but to make the decision,while anxious about those itll affect in the long run.The time will soon arrive to demand an answer,an answer which Im afraid to give.The choice will result in me being in painand once again questioning myself.
DoubtIm numb; its like a blanket as wrapt itself around me.Numb, cold, totally isolated, that is some ways to explain my emotions.The snow outside mingles with my numb mind,its mixed up with the storm in my souland I can not find shelter from the harsh wind.How I wish there were some way of knowingwhether my life was made up by this or if this is my own fault.How I wish that I could stop wishingand just do something on my own.I can feel the excruciation pain of aloofness,which is my own fault for bearing around on my guiltyon display for the rest of the outside world to feel.Once again I find myself wondering if I can escape my own hell?Can I bring myself to actually open up my closed doorand draw away the blinders on my windows,to let in the light from outside?Can I bring myself to confront whatever fears and doubtthat I have about the outside world; can I bring myself to care?If I tell you that Im alright,
SeedI have devoted myself by putting all my soul into this hole.I have made a dent in your minds depth and there I planted a seed,similar to the one that was once planted in me.So I work hard in planting thoughts in people's head,thoughts/seeds that you will raise by your own values.So while it's the same seed as everyone got,it's still so different because of the way you raised it.And so one day it will have a seed of it's own inside its mind.It will get a chance to raise the seed into a plant,with its very own look on the world around.So many seeds once planted and now millionsof different views on reality and imagination.Millions of similar yet very different thoughtsas well as millions of voices wanted to be heard.
Harsh truthsJust harsh truths, that pulls at your skin.Just reality that pushes you down.All friends or just dreams?All good or is it all just façades?Just harsh truths, screaming from the edge.Don't let it pull you down into its depth.Make your stand and don't give up.Fight the life that was left behind.An angel will not appear, because you were not given one.But the demons will come to laugh at your expense.Ignore them and fight the depression that looms a head.Don't ignore them but listen to the cries underneath their eyes.Just harsh truths running freely into your ear,screaming at you that you're nothing worth.Don't listen to the fake truth or the truth that screams of lies.But don't ignore the vibrant prophesy that sends the sky above into chaos.The black sky cries raindrops for your mind.The wind that is picking up now surrounds your bleeding body.The water running to your mouth is the dreams you once held.All is illusions, see it and fight the depression that's tries to o
RavenThe raven would not say my name -only flutter its wingand settle on the branch.I watched its cockle eyestudy me and the rooftopsthat sang of autumn.Leaves swirled in the wiresas the air blisterd around meand I could feel myselffalling once again -somewhere the lightwould still remember me.
The Word RoseAnd from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Notebook petals, blooming in the bloodOf scarlet love,Dripping sweet melodies from high aboveShowering us in an embracing flood.It was a single word roseAnd upon it was written your heartIn the form of a hundred rhymesPlaying out your song,Your beautiful songAnd nothing could let it fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Poetic thorns, glaring through the galeOf obsidian disgust,Sneering dark voices of our innocent lustWhispering to us of that word rose pale.It was a single word roseAnd within it was hidden my heartIn the form of a thousand crimesWeeping all my sins,All my blackest sinsBut no one ever saw me fall apart.And from the blue and cotton clouds,Out forth I plucked for you -A single word rose.Word rose, oh where are you?Word rose, ah shining in the blue,You hide my secrets andCover yourself in her heart.Wor
Late nightAll alone in my roomSurrounded by darknessThe clock keeps tickingTime doesn't stopAnd there I layMy mind wanderingWhile I waitFor another day to come
A Fairy TaleDismembered limbs fall from the skyDramatic chorus sings silken ribbonsOn the mountaintop, out there in the darknessWhere plants are withered from lack of sunAnd all that is now will be what wasAnd all that was will be once againAs limbs attach themselves to torsosWe get up and walk, smiling, into the lightTeeth, hair, skin, bone re-assembledNew feathered wings stitched to backsThe plants are green on the other sideGrowth ensured by the ever-bright light
TodayI drew a picture of you today. Not because I wanted to. Not because I miss you.I drew a picture of you today. Because your face invades my mind, Every waking moment of consciousnesses.I drew a picture of you today, Simply to rid my thoughts of you. Because I can't bare to see you.I drew a picture of you today. And when I find the courage, When I find the strength.I will burn it.
Bitlets 229The man in the mirror was framed and hung.
paper cranes at midnighttell me the secret of dreaming -i need to know the wayto wish on stars that fall, and those thatdon't, assisting in the making of a tomorrow lacedwith wonder.stud the skywith folded cranes on wireand origami dreams strung up like beads;when the night creeps upand i can't breathe,tell me it's okay to believein wishes that can be foldedas easily as paper.remind me of how daylightcomes even if our star-peppered eyesdon't close to hide it'slight; we will not stop to count oursheep, but rather wondersfound in waking.lace the sunsetwith your silhouette;i am a paper boat folded by finicky handscast into deep waterstrying to cut a path for pleasant dreams--and because i cannot rest my eyesto find solace in silence,i ask you only todream me something beautiful.
lets play pretendI am a lion, brave and strong,I am your defence, for when others see you wrong.I am a warrior, bold and alertbut I am still a person, and a personcan still hurt.
36On every birthdayI think backand reflecton all the yearsthat I've lived.Today I am reflectiveon nothing in particularand everythingall at once.I look at my daughter.I beam with prideat the young lady she has become.I can't help but stand in aweat how much she looks like,acts likeand can hold a grudgejust like me.I take my husband's handand squeeze,waiting for his needleto work its magic.I want his art to bea part of me,now and forevermore.I'm dazedbut not confused.36 is more than three decadeswhich is kind of weirdto think aboutwhen I feel so young.Childhood has been rebornin my offspring-my nieces and nephews too.My own memories mixed with theirsin the form of traditionsI've demanded be passed on.Today I celebratelifeand loveand family.Today I wantat least 36 more years.
FlowingFlowing timecan't stop timeFlowing timepass too fastFlowing timecan't come backFlowing timecaught me hereFlowing timewon't stop this time.