Blind Attire


As we dress ourselves sadness,

Weeping is a ploy to keep away from hope.

Why live when we can die?

Why fight when we can cry?

Are dreams mean nothing, because we forgot to close our eyes.

Nothing but antidepressants keeping us standing.

Broken down are we,

Just another basket case.

What do we believe  about ourselves?

 

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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…

Beauty Blossoms Bright


I want to see beautiful things
Tour the world see something new
Bright and lovely
Living in colors only imagined
I want to be free of the dark
No more shadows
Only light filled days
Bring me flowers of every kind
Trees glistening with life
My feet in the sandy beach
The ocean before me dancing merrily
Can this be more than a dream
Please my love
Travel with me in beauties delight

Her Shade


She was haunted. Haunted by a ghost of the past that seemed more a ghoul.
It shattered her belief in safety, reliance on any other being.
The daft spirit gave her no rest, especially in the dead night.
Her dreams became nightmares and only she could hear the screams.
Poltergeist by a force unseen by all with one exception, her.
It fed off of the fears that poured out from within her.
Will she die alone and lonely with only this shade to morn you?

Chained by the Past


Why dream
Why close my eyes
To face nothing but nightmares
To be haunted
Terror absorbing me
Shear terror
Awakening in shock
Covered in a cold sweat
Shaking body
No comfort for me
Surrounded by darkness
Alone with my despair
I cannot remain in this place
Yet I can not seem to move
Frozen with fear
How do I escape this pain
How do I get out of the past
It seems it will never leave me
It will never release me

Capturing Your Smile


Pasted pictures cover the walls
Memories of long ago
Each precious moment with you
Captured forever
Frozen in time are you and I
Those few times I smiled
When you were close to me
Wishing I could melt into them
These images starring back
Showing a special time
I can not keep living there
In the past places
Hoping to be free from the pain
Grab the camera dear
Let’s take an adventure
Smile for me my love
We will make more joyful memories

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

 

 

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?

A fool you are, we are…


What a fool,

To believe that an evil would transform into something else,

That it would some day become good,

All because you love it.

How foolish indeed.

To even dream of such an impossible scene,

There was never a time it could be true.

Some things will never change.

Especially by you.

We are weak and sad creatures,

Who wish for something beautiful to appear in the darkness surrounding us,

To be free from the shadows encompassing,

To save a soul.

These things we can not do.

I know,

For I wasted away my days trying so hard to love the broken back to wholeness,

It cannot be done by ones such as us.

Only the truth,

The light,

The Maker of life,

Only He can do that which is impossible.

To fix all that we have broken,

To make beautiful what we have destroyed.

Only He can love us all perfectly.

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