Ticking Hands, Taking Hands


Tick, tick, tick
The time passes by
Minutes are leaving
Never to return
This little clock
So haunting
Is it mocking
Cursing me
Everything runs away
Never to return
Lost
Alone
Wanting something
Something more
Oh, cruel hands
They do nothing
Nothing but take
In my silence
You shout
Shout at me
Reminding me
Remember
All the things lost
Gone
Never to come again
Tick, tick, tick…

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The House of Broken Glass


I found a little shop today
Along my path I did spy
Full of many peculiar things
Mingled with the ordinary
It was there I found it broken
So small twas overlooked
A piece I’ll treasure forever
For like me it did not fit
I cling to such unsightliness
For a home it does need
And loved as I so do wish
A home for all those lost
Shattered beauty I behold
Surrounded by the dream
Hoping to be one precious
A piece to mend empty
To each thing left a wanting
Hold on to a joyful future
No truer story had there been
Today, tomorrow, forever more

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…

Where the Pain could take me


If I would have known my future

I would have asked to not be born

Beg to be aborted

I know that sounds sick

Maybe a little demented

Life has twisted my perception of it

At least that is how I could feel

The way my thoughts try to wander

But in truth

Life is precious and dear

I have been given so much

Even through the raving storms

Inches upon inches of rain

When I look back at all the pain

I wonder how I made it

I try to stay away

Without running far in the other direction

Stay in the present

Be in this place right here

Trauma and ranges of fear haunt me

Living is a hard feet to accomplish

Each day a trial

But I wake up

I get up and move

My voice is weak to this day

Barely audible above life’s static

I am here

Depending on something greater

To more than get me by

I hope one day I will live more

Living to thrive

That is what I believe

On the other side of it all

No more

Only brighter

Live life lighter Today

For that is all I really have

Like


withered

like a dying flower

broken

like this shattered glass

bitter

like a desert herb

mourning

like a childless widow

dark

like a moonless night

fearful

like a lost kitten

this

never again like that

 

Fear Down


The fear rises to consume,

a terror in the night,

darkest of frights,

filled with horrors unspeakable,

how can I fight this,

will I before I die,

eating my tears as I sleep,

a soul deeply vexed,

draining my life,

drifting with a broken heart,

a shattered spirit,

living in nightmares,

that is what did seem,

to be my eternity,

There is something greater,

Brighter than light,

Breaking my bounds,

No more darkness,

Just a life lived in freedom

Finally living,

Only trusting the truth,

That is saving me.

What In The World


This world has little to offer me

These thoughts has been breeding deeply

Within me I feel this truth

There are many tempting things

Materialism is running rampant

Always wanting what we think we need

I do give in way to often

The next best technology teaching me

A great sweater warming while fashionable

I am however trying to not be influenced

Not by what is the latest hot topic

I fall victim to the desires growing by my need to express

Who am I and what does that mean

How can I show what that is

I have begun to realize that fact

Buying things that reflect the inner you is a way

But there are far better

More simple yet profoundly freeing

In all the fury of the past storms

I have realized less is so much more

Less to cling to holding you down

Where in this world do I belong

Slowly with each passing moment I know

I do not belong to this world

And in reality I really do not want to

Anything beautiful and great about it

Was given to it by it’s creator

Everything else is just not worth it

Ever

One Art


Everything you see,

All reflecting me

Showing you bits and pieces

The entirety of what makes me

Drawn with delicate hands

Marred by bitter times

Written in dark thoughts

But hope was always an underline

Sad filled dreams

Never a light to be seen

Highly crafted sculptor

Made of finely filtered material

Created from immense pressure

Unknown conditions

One Art

By one Soul

All of my Heart

This is me

I am way more than what you see

Truly Priceless