Music, When Soft Voices Die
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
vibrates in the memory--
odours when the sweet violets sicken
live within the sense they quicken,
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
love itself shall slumber on.
Red Rose
By Naomi Ziesmer
A bundle of roses, young and alive
soon they withered, sad and deprived
except for one stood strong and tall
watching the others collapse and fall
one single rose amongst the dead
isolated and lonely, it stood tall and red.
untitled
By Naomi Ziesmer
I hate to have the love I have for those who love to hate.
Sick
By Naomi Ziesmer
Sometimes I feel real good
sometimes I feel like shit
this is one of those days
that i've had enough of it
I'm sick of all the tension
I'm sick of all the lies
I'm sick of always being last
I'm sick of wanting to die
Is it better to be lonely?
or to have friends that don't care
I think to be alone is better
so I wouldn't have to bare
with all the stupid crap
with all of the denies
with all the fucking stuff
that makes me wanna cry.
Sadness
Do you see the sadness
forming inside me
tearing me apart
tearing me away?
friends prove disloyal
family uncaring
nobody who loves me
nobody who cares
slowly breaking down
waiting for my fall
I'll weep and cry forever
until I reach my death.
By Naomi Ziesmer
As I gaze upon the faded illusions
from a time long ago
thoughts and feelings resurface
from the memories I hold
a wave fulls me in
forced to go along with the ripples of time
I am pulled away further from the past
further from myself
only left with the paintings in my mind
I see who I was
and who I became
