There is Silence A horrible ending to a fight
Dolphin Play I had this dream where I was a
dolphin, and I tried to capture the feeling of it in
this poem
The Path I'm not really sure why I wrote this poem.
It just felt right Dedicated to Irene Jones
Sun & Summer I'm more of a summer person
Hopeless Another poem about feelings of despair
Six Kittens A tribute to my six kittens
Wicked Dreams This is about my nightmares
Time Loop Just a twist of time
Veiled Eyes Life thru the eyes of a little child
Death of a Nobody This poem is about abortion, but it
doesn't reflect my personal opinion
Wounded Innocence This is abit of irony. About a child
that is innocent, but isn't
A piece of me can be found,
where I've never looked.
And knowing who you are is hard,
when you've never been who you should.
I've been trying to make sense of insanity
in this world that's leaving me behind.
And in my own mind I've found
that there's a stranger on the inside.
My Mummy and Daddy
fight all the time.
I always watch from the stairs
with no noisy breath
just silent tears.
My baby brother cries
from the noise
for it presses him down painfully.
It locks us all away.
Then I hear his hand connect.
I hear the crack
as her head is knocked back.
She falls
and then there is silence.
flying through the water;
singing through the waves;
dolphins play the ocean way.
jumping, leaping;
splashing's all right,
dolphins smile with delight.
water's home for dolphin song,
and denizens of the deep,
and they will always be there;
the water is theirs to keep.
The darkness has a mind of its own,
and in sadness,
cries with tears.
Where ever it goes,
it leaves behind
small pools of bitter tears.
At the place,
there's a bitter taste,
that in its sadness,
it leaves behind.
And the queerest aftertaste,
that of saltiness and brine.
I need help
to get through the darkness
before its coldness numbs me.
A lighted beacon would help alot,
and it'd lead me
to where I need to be.
Please be my beacon
and light my way
and guide me till forever.
I will do the same for you,
and we'll walk our path together.
Dedicated to Irene Jones
I am a child of the sun.
I long for its rays
to be upon me,
to warm me.
I loathe the cold
that is winter.
The death that is winter.
I am a child of the summer.
I long for the cool breeze
to caress me.
To love me.
I loathe the brown leaves
of the fall.
The dead leaves of the fall.
The sun is my father;
The summer,
my mother.
I am their child.
I don�t deserve any happiness
so I go again away.
I deserve the dreary drabbiness
that forever comes my way.
From true love I always run
to embrace the blinding pain.
I shrink from having any fun
to keep nothing yet to gain.
Hope has been dead and gone.
Despair my only friend.
Love is only sung in songs.
I�ll never see it around the bend.
Six furry balls of energy
running through the house,
chewing on the welcome mat;
tearing up their mouse.
They're chasing toy balls
and pouncing everywhere.
Batting at this one's tail;
chewing on this one's ear.
The cutest little kitty eyes
looking from here to there.
Then six little noses
smell our food cooking.
Their heads poke around
the kitchen door
looking for a meal,
but only found a broom
and were swept out on their tails.
Cute little kittens fast asleep.
Worn out from a day
filled with tricks and treats.
Still at last for at least tonight.
Sweet dreams to my six kittens
and good night.
twisted dreams,
living nightmares,
screaming out in the night.
wait for day
for the dreams to fade,
but they never leave my sight.
crying in my sleep,
wet painful tears
splash on my pillow.
a stream forms into a river,
the sea of sorrow.
As she walked
in a village
long gone
in the past,
she sees into the future.
And the people
in the future,
see the past.
Love through a child�s eyes,
a safe and stable thing,
with parents to protect her,
to make right all the wrongs,
to chase the monsters away.
Gods in a child�s universe,
always right and perfect
in a child�s universe.
But a universe crumbles away,
and a black hole devours from within
while the blinding veil is ripped
to tatters in violent shaking hands,
and the truth revealed that
the monsters weren�t chased away
but simply embraced.
It goes against reason
why the death of a nobody
would hurt you so.
You did not meet him;
you did not want him
yet he is in your thoughts daily.
Years after the death,
you are still hurting;
still in pain.
For the death and loss
of an unborn child
will never go away.
Over the years,
you will have wondered,
how would he have looked;
how would he have acted,
whether or not
he would have looked like you.
And that unborn baby
will have grown in your mind
since you wouldn't let him
grow in your body.
He will take shape in your mind,
but not in flesh and blood.
And the baby that was yours,
will never be.
By now, you have realized
it had been a terrible mistake
that can never be changed.
And you will cry
for the death of a nobody.
A child trapped in a woman's body.
Never trusting,
but always needing,
that which she can't find.
Her innocence is crumbling
from the cruel weight of time.
An old soul in a young body.
Never believing,
but needing hope
that there's another dawn to find.
Her innocence is crumbling
from the sights in her mind.
She's purity in a broken body.
Always bleeding,
but in need of healing.
A frozen childhood in time.
Her innocence is crumbling
from an unloving father's crime.
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