Ghosts in the Garden


I use to have a garden
I planted every spring
It was truly something to see
So proud of the color
I would invite you to glimpse
To relax in the gentle glow
If you came today
It may give you quite a scare
For the shades of light
They have all become dark
Dying plants littered about
Withered trees crying out
No this place has no light
A garden of death residing

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Wayward Wonder


I once was filled with wonder
The desire to explore
The first to suggest an expedition
To search the farthest places
Jumping from the pages of books
To the world of color surrounding
Gaze upward and dream
That was once a long time ago
Before
Before it all turned dark
Can we ever return to such freedom
The tender dreams of innocence
A safe place to explore
Feel secure enough to travel once more

Going Mad


To be insane
A thin line between creative genius
Why do we dare not cross?
Is it not a freedom?
A mind unlocked
Or broken?
I feel so close to either side
It’s like my home
I have thanksgiving there
Every year
A place to unfold
And unwind
Shall I leap into to nothingness
Escape
From all the faux
From all the fads
Just unlucky they say
In my mind
Some days
It is nothing but dreary grey
A hue of black
All is chaos when color invades
What hope is there?
Recreated tragedies
What a lovely doll
Dressed up in silks and lace
Broken and
Shattered
Bruised and
Battered
Unwanted dreams haunting continuously
Pretty little liars
Decked out to the tens
Or are those nines
Brittle bones are rattling
Dance to this tune
Insanity
A lovely place to dream

Worthy Woman


Power

A darkness that consumes the hearts of men

Turning the purest into the most tainted

Sadness

Is the path that you shall walk

The burden of never enough

You will never be good enough in this world

My body

Is not perfect

It will never be

But why should that matter

This is me

I am no one else

I do not need to compare

I do not need to share

This is my temple

Not a corrupted bar for brutal syndicates

You can not touch

You can not see

What belongs to me

My hair

Is not perfect

It will never be

But I will let it be my crown

To express my soul with each strand

Being tender with my blessings

I am a woman

A lady

My skin

Is not perfect

It will never be

Whatever does that really mean

What is perfection

Purity is always refined

But flawless we should remain

My experience

Does not define me

Control

Or entrap me

Not a cage to hold me confined

This black and brittle world will not change me

Not amount of richest can by you class

No brand or product can construct true beauty

Nothing you do will hide the filth inside

Be beautiful

Be modest

Be bright

Be courageous

Be truthful

Be a lady refined

 

 

A sight unclouded


If only I could start all over

Look at everything with clear eyes

With a vision renewed

As if none of this had ever happened

That I didn’t have to see it over

I wonder how it feels

To be free of darkness

Never experiencing the images I see everyday

I just want to know

Experience

Daily life without the horrible dreams

Dark thoughts

Shadows of constant fear.

I want to be set free

Completely

What Develops in Darkness


I never knew you could have dreams that were hopeful.
I couldn’t understand that nightmares were not the place to rest.
I had no idea what my life could be if there had been light.
To live that way,
To believe that was all there was,
What a sad existence.
That is what I was,
Every since I can remember,
That broken.
How can you be alive in this world excepting that truth?
This reality of mine was an horror to behold.
A strange world to develop ones dreams and hopes.
Well,
Did I ever really have those…

We did Wish, Once


When did we stop wishing?
Why do we stop dreaming?
The world is so cruel,
The darkness overflowing.
Are we really so weak,
To let all our hopes be shattered?
Is our will to fight so brittle?
The desire to survive does not thrive.
What a world we live in,
What a world we create.
How sad that all that we could be
May never be.
The choices we make,
Through each experience,
All those consequence,
Our destiny is molded.
Will we enjoy victory?
Our remained crushed?

Overwrought is My Way, Dispirited is My Path


Can any one understand the darkness inside

Will any one know the shadows I hide from

The fears so deeply ingrained by times passing

Can the wounds ever be healed

Will the scars ever fade from sight

The terrors may remain for all my life

Can any one know the shame of being powerless in my own mind

Will any one really ever care that I don’t know how to survive

The will to thrive is barely even there inside

This is the life I live each and every day

This is not the choice I want to breath

This is all I am in these shattered seconds

This may be harder to live to the next moment

This is not easy to explain to the unbroken

A Tail was Told, A Song was Sung


Will the nightmares continue?

Making my brain rot?

Am I falling into madness?

Surrounded on all sides,

My mind is breaking.

Or at least it is the way it seems.

Dance a little dance,

Broken is my tune.

Fa la, la de da, do do.

I will be spinning out of control,

Nothing to grasp,

Not tied down.

Falling, falling faster down,

Where will I land?

The craziness is infesting my dreams.

Will it make or break me?

Or just take me on another ride?

Twisting and turning,

Horrors untold,

Fiendish tails to behold.

Fa la, la de da, do dee.

If this keeps up,

Soon, for sure,

There will be nothing of me!

Markings, Reminders


Imprinted upon my very souls

Lines etched deeply in my heart

Carved by the times I didn’t have a way

Can you even imagine

An event so traumatic

The images play on repeat

As if they were yesterday

The tragedies of life can pile high

Taking away pieces of me

Leaving seemingly nothing left

You may be thinking

Just move on, get over it

Already

Not on hurt

Or even two

But maybe to scale

A hundred or so to begin with

Each a mark on my being

Trying to live

To not be defined by it all

To more than just survive

And give hope even to those who terrorized me

So every day I work it through

Try so so hard to let it go

To release the white knuckle grasp

Holding on for dear life

And through most of it

Not wanting to be alive

Death and darkness were my dearest friends

And now each day I battle

Taking back the stolen fields

The happenings of my sound mind

To revive a broken heart

Takes more than time

And the when is a point in my life

That is undefined

Can you at least just take my hand

Walk with me awhile

Along the shoreline

The battered land I reside in

Please love this unlovable piece

For this me is all I have