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Constant reminders always there
Purple hair bow clipped on
The memories will always dawn
Make up streaked along the face
Where confused tears had chosen to place
Memories perch inside the heart
Always reluctant with them to part
Sadness always replaces emotion
Giving way to new devotion
Friends and family lend their ears
Letting you spill all your fears
Tears are given comfort and welcome
After days you seem numb
But the signs keep returning
And the tears they are yearning
Though your emotions make your head spin
Through the end, the future will begin.
On Hallow's EveCome follow us into the corn maze
Through bristly leaves of corn we'll gaze
As night goes on the dead will raise
And turn the silence into craze
All On Hallow's Eve
The full moon looms high in the sky
And parting clouds begin to pass by
The darkest night will cloud your eye
All On Hallow's Eve
Screams begin to stir the rats
The sky soon fills with screeching bats
And you will spot the smooth black cats
All On Hallow's Eve
The disastrous night you will spend
Searching for your friend
Too early for the end
All On Hallow's Eve
The chaos has grown silent
The dead have come and went
A spooky night well spent
The End. Of Hallow's Eve...
Cry Me RealLet me cry. I'll cry me real.
My emotions. This is how I feel.
Don't tell me again. I know.
But even if you are right. The hurt, it will always show.
Don't listen to them. That is what they all say.
But I am not going to try. That game, I will not play.
This is who I am. That I am of sure.
These tears let go my innocence, a sign of being pure.
Don't tell me they don't mean it. For that just is not true.
You probably would cry as well, if they said it to you.
I don't just want to shrug it off. That just would not be right.
I will not stand up to them, but I will not go without a fight.
My tears, they bring me comfort, in a way no words can do.
So please don't try to stop me. It is something unchangeable by you.
Me.I am insecure.
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.
InsanityThe whispering is back. Soft, loud, inaudible. Whispering. I look around and no one is there. The whispering goes on. Secrets, warnings, reminders. I try to pay attention, but the voice just becomes incomprehensible. Who are you!? No one answers. Speaking to myself. Wondering aloud. What are you saying? What do you want? The voice continues. Close in my ear now. I look around. Still no one. Why are you talking? Where are you!? Nothing. Just me. No one else. Loss of my sanity. The whispering goes on.
Promise?You would tell me if you were hurting, right?
You would warn me if you were scared, right?
You would promise me that you would come to school the next day, no matter what they tell you, right?
Promise me you won't ever do something bad to yourself.
Promise me that you won't let the stories that HE tells you make you want to give up.
Don't cry over the setting sun. Don't fall asleep with tears on your cheeks. Don't create thoughts of sadness, or death and violence. Don't make friends with strangers from far away. Don't let the old man on the corner change your mind about who you are. Don't let people abuse you. But....
Most of all...........Don't leave me alone.....
Silent DanceThe sun is awake
And the grass is covered with dew
The old day is gone
And the world starts anew
The dogs and cats yawn
The ants get to work
All the flowers breathe
And stretch in the earth
The squirrels gather there nuts
And gently wake the trees
And the wind blows a kiss
To send a rattle through the leaves
The whole world dances
In it’s musical silence
‘Til the humans wake
And makes it all violent
Goldfinch in the RainDeep gray are the clouds above
Crying out their tears
Drumming fingers on the glass
The only sounds I hear
Silent are the great dark trees
In the somber day's eclipse
Beaded with the silver gems
Of heaven's prism drips
The sudden quivering of a branch
Directs my gaze to fall
Upon a burst of brilliant sun
From a creature small
The golden-yellow plumage
Of this finch's bright array
Give a spirited dose of color
To so cold and bleak a day
Its lovely, cheerful melody
Its merry, sweet refrain
Sing out the joy "There is still gladness
In this world of rain!"
In a wink, the finch is gone
Dashing out of sight
Exiting this dismal view
Robbing it of light
Soon I know the sun will shine
And chase away the tears
I'll have my share of dark and bright
In the future years
Though through the darkness I may tread
And pass through grief and pain
Ever will there shine a hope
FeelFeel the wind
Feel the grass under your toes
Feel the beauty
That only silence knows
Feel the warmth
In the kiss of the sun
Feel the presence
Of the Everlasting One
Los pasos de la Luna.Envuelta en sus perfumes de plata iridiscente
Roza la tierra abrumada en sus centros tormentosos
Vuelve hilando las sombras de la nieve
Tornando apacibles los sonidos de la muerte
¿Qué es lo que calla la luna?
Camina sobre los puentes turbulentos
Recogiendo las vísperas del ensueño
Se encierra en sus gotas
Derrama su interior sobre el tiempo
Y mira a la inocencia volver a los espacios
Notes on a Breezy DayAfternoon wind tugs restless at weed-tops,
A bamboo chime jangles just to my right—
Hard wind cuts clean again across the breast
Of foot-felt ground—myrrh-dark solidities
Well up below me as gold fields contract,
Chilled to their core –Out from the west, wild night
Floods city senses— ruthless and rock-thick…
Trees stumble ‘round half-dressed; Bear with this place,
Small gravel, bright occasional birdcall…
Calm beige geometries of straw and dirt
Rumple, thank ragged mid-green (dandelion)
And that infernal finger-ripping freeze,
The present minute…Door-crash, swift air-rush
Sing to spring, trussed and squalling in the grass.
The Butcher BirdEnamoured by majestic hunter’s charm
Was I, in warm yet frozen lands afar;
Prepared to fly at whim, lest distance mar
The plumage of a summer free and calm
And undisturbed by panes of truth concealed:
Yet now, in new collisions, fast revealed.
For hunger and for flesh she is impaled:
A butterfly, now torn to ribbons, pleads
Not guilty; asking nothing as she bleeds,
And blamed for reckless flight by those she hailed.
“A songbird’s wrath? Ridiculous,” they say;
“Is carnage not reserved for birds of prey?”
A dormant dormouse keeps one eye awake,
Attentive and exhausted from your chase;
Relentless, tiny claws have scarred her face
As from your crushing grasp she fought to break.
But unperturbed, you sought her mossy nest
And slaughtered her along with all the rest.
A newly-tumbled fledgling steals your eye:
A sparrow, bathed in sand, fears not your song,
For youth deprives her caution: what is wrong
With chatters uttered warmly from the sky?
But victim t
Mysterious TranquilityStanding by the waters edge
Watching the clouds reflected
Touched by the mystery
Just feeling so connected
Landscape mirrored on the surface
Reflecting every rock and tree
Opening your soul`s window
Silence is broken by a screech
With a fluttering of feathers
A large eagle swoops over
Disappearing into the heathers
Waters cold upon my feet
Rippling over my skin
As I stand in the shallows
Fighting the urge to step in
This place is full of mystery
Mirroring your inner peace
Nature at its purest
Full of contentment and grace.
My Cheerful FriendThe sky was cloudless, all at peace this day.
Spring is here; blooming cheer in early May
was a tree so tall even clouds would wave.
There sat a man his face, the smile it gave;
He was cheerful no one could deny that
His eyes—those eyes full of truth looking at
Nothing, as if frozen in sweet remorse.
I knew him, but I didn't know of course
So I left my friend, cold as was he
Under that tree, tears in my eyes in early spring.
The Colours of TimeSnowflakes falling, Winter white;
Fingers feeling frost's cold bite.
Cloudy, chilly, Winter blue;
Grandma's slurping down warm stew.
Warm and sunny, Spring's yellow
flowers blooming, dogs bellow.
Wet and windy, Spring's mud brown,
raindrops falling to the ground.
Hot and muggy, Summer's green,
Bees so busy, streams so clean.
Cloudy rainy, Summer's gray,
Free-time hours waste away
Leaves are changing, Autumn's gold,
Wood limbs creaking, trees grow old.
Bonfires blazing, Autumn's red
Bears are laying down to bed.
Day is dawning, Winter white,
Morning star, the sun so bright
Snowy sidewalk, Winter blue,
Sledding with a friend or two.
In the StormDark clouds, gangly, looming over
Streets of asphalt, fields of clover
Quarter sized drops of rain
Splatter along the streets once again
People closing all of their doors
Families retire to household chores
Thunder will roll, lightning across the sky will crack
From outside journeys, we all turn back
The darkened clouds do the sky clear of
A bright new rainbow spreading above
Colors stretch both ways for miles
Evolving frowns into newborn smiles.
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