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BittersweetThey shun me, for my bitterness,
They are glad to see me gone,
They know not the lessons they could have learnt,
Nor the joys they could have gathered.
I come and go, often unexpected,
Sometimes for long periods I stay,
Other times I leave very soon,
Many do not love me,
They know not the sweetness hiding within,
A thorny path with a quenching drink
From the Well of life at end,
Embrace me, please,
For I shall show you the way to love,
Through shadow and night,
You shall rise, steel unbreakable from fire,
I shall harden your resolve,
Soften your soul in compassion,
Filling darkness with a paradox of light,
Embrace me, for I shall lead to the Well.
The Power of a SmileThe Power of a Smile
It costs nothing,
A simple thing it is,
So brave on, with that smile
To lift up the hearts…
Of those less blessed then you.
the power of a Smile.
The Value of Old PeopleThe Value of Old People
What beauty is there, you ask, in gnarled hands,
Wrinkles and loss of youthful figure…
I’ll tell you a little story, about a person,
Very dear to me she was,
It’s about a very old lady I visited once a week,
She liked cheese and vegetables,
Oh yes, and pickled beets too!
She worked in a large garden when she was young,
Sold vegetables and fruits at the market,
Weeded and toiled over a five acre patch of strawberries,
Gathered eggs from under irritable chickens,
She told me about her nephews and nieces, great grandchildren, and great-great grand children,
She showed me her beautifully painted nails and her photo albums,
Exclaimed and laughed with me, just like a grandma,
Tapped her head saying that she was just gettin’ too old to remember everything,
I didn’t know, when I told her goodbye that last week,
What was to come. When I came again a week later,
She was gone. 98 years she was, when she died of
HeartbeatWhat is that pounding?
My trembling fingers secure the clasp,
And I pull on my boots,
My hair is secured in place,
My gloves are fitted on my hands,
My bare feet are booted,
I am clothed in a forest cloak,
And my voice is my weapon.
What is that pounding?
I step outside,
Ready to gamble,
And ready for risks.
There's so many things that I regret,
And there are so many things,
That I have to do,
I have to lie,
That is not my choice,
It hurts me as much as it does you.
What is that pounding?
The wind blows me as though I were only a leaf,
I look up,
And see that pale moon staring back at me,
Millions of stars blink down from the vast heavens,
Grief pierces my heart,
I cannot cry,
Stillness wraps its cool arms around me,
And I shut my eyes,
Is it possible for someone to sleep as they stand?
I sway on my feet,
Dreaming of fantasies, things that might never come true,
I open my eyes and fly back to reality,
Where only my mind can soar through the sky.
I am ready.
A dark figure appro
A True Story I shall tell YouA true story I shall tell you now, innocent mortal that you are,
Of an insidious disease, slowly gnawing away at a young, fair victim,
Like you joyous endings upon Earth? Go another place.
This story I shall begin, so hold your breath, close your eyes,
For the sound of rain, listen….
Upon the frozen grass she is standing,
The cold, haunted melody of wind chimes,
Speaking and wailing like lost souls of the dead,
All ‘round her.
Harsh wind with no mercy,
Ripping through her still, motionless form,
Heaven releasing torrents of tears,
All ‘round her.
Inconspicuous grave she stands near,
Who is the knight trapped inside?
Beneath earth and stone….
His heart still beats, she says,
A Love such as ours renders us immortal,
He must live on…
Her hands scrape at the grave, bleeding, tearing,
No painful cry escapes her lips,
Remembering his warm kiss she is.
Stone is removed and shattered, clawing at the earth,
Her beauty is wild now, like a vicious animal.
A mist rises up,
A footprint in the sand,
"I'm going to find you."
A shower of gold,
That's the cost.
My hand clenches,
Into slavery once again I'm sold,
A slave who raids,
A slave who spies,
A slave who has only two things to say,
Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower atop a hill,
And over a mountain,
And under a river,
And at the golden seas then the land would thaw,
But who wou
Waiting for HimI’m praying, watching, waiting,
For that special guy,
Wondering what he’s like,
What he loves to do,
Who he is...
For now I’m just going to wait,
I know it’ll never be too late,
Something pure, beautiful, a glimpse of the wonder Above,
He’s going to be the guy,
Who’ll walk the long path of life with me,
Who will have morals and a pure heart,
Treat me with respect and hold the door open for me,
Love me and make me feel special,
He’s not going to be perfect; we’re only human, after all,
But my standards are high,
Rightly so, for I shall not give myself away to just anyone,
He’s going to love children, because so do I,
He’s going to hold my hand till the day I die,
To walk with me the final path into Heaven,
So I’m just going to wait and watch,
And pray for that special guy.
The StalkerChapter One: The White Rose
I don't know when exactly I started seeing him. He was always there, a tall, dark blur, in my peripheral vision. Whenever I turned around, he was gone. Perhaps he had stepped inside a building, or ducked away, or somehow even flown away. Heck, I was getting so crazy with the thought of him back there that I would just about believe anything. I knew he was a guy, I don't know exactly how I knew, he had broad shoulders I think, and somehow I guessed he was handsome. But none of that made me feel any better, no; it made me feel worse. Then there was that day on October 1st that I found the flowers
My alarm was blaring away at me. I yawned and snaked my arm out from under the haven of covers and fumbled for the off button. Just five more minutes, I told myself.
"Riana, hurry up, this is the third time your alarm has gone off!" Mom's voice drifted distantly i
Simply YouA complexion unadorned with the demons of society.
Eyes with gentle waves that cleanse me of worry.
Lips as delicate as the petal of a rose.
A smile so bright the moon is full with envy.
Laughter that fills my ears with the most beautiful of melodies.
A soul of age, of wisdom, and of strength.
A heart that pounds with love for you.
He Will Have It Good
Touching the heaven is difficult,
Entering easier than you think,
But at once so hard.
He will have it good up there.
Loosing Your InspirationI'm sitting here
At the back of my Spanish class...
In complete frustration.
My pencil is inches away from my paper.
I can feel it shaking and begging,
Begging to dance across the page
To give birth to words and song and poem.
It wants to create beauty with emotion...
It has only to touch the white surface...
But I keep stopping short
I'll start a line
Let it begin its dance
Then cut it off midway to leave an incomplete hope.
I've lost it
And I'm starting to fear
I've stopped being able to-
What should I call it?
Giving birth to emotions I can't explain?
The ones that I keep locked away.
I've lost my sword and shield
Used against the demons that haunt me in my sleep
My ability to shine a light on my nightmare has all but vanished.
I can't sleep.
I don't feel like eating.
I don't feel like smiling.
Every current emotion...
It's like pulling a house across the ocean floor.
Not only am I struggling to move...
I'm struggling to breath
words limit me. us. you.it is strange to think
that no emotion is concrete,
that although there is
some sort of definition,
some sort of vague explanation
of what this feeling is,
no individual's emotions
are the same to any others.
love will never be felt
like I feel it
by someone else,
this gut feeling,
I can try to express it,
but words cannot properly describe.
words limit us.
language is a barrier.
even the most vivid imagery
cannot describe the rose
blossoming over and over again
in my mind at night.
the different red hues,
the oranges so vibrant
I could cry.
that creep into my eyes,
like some old fashioned movie.
words limit me.
language is my barrier.
the amount of love I have for you
frightens me to the point of despair;
I have left logic so far behind
I cannot see it over the horizon,
over the oceans and over the seas,
washing away, farther and farther
away. away from me.
words limit you.
language is your barrier.
Tiny BirdA tiny, wandering bird flutters through the smoggy air of Sydney CBD where streets are packed with incessant, honking motor vehicles; buildings constricted like a tight mail parcel stuffed with clocks, watches and timetables that strain the movements of people whose hearts are dense with worries about their empty pockets; where only particles of love and hope are sieved through the gaps between molecules of carbon monoxide and nitrous oxides that dart rife in the air, colliding into each other, not even bothered to apologise as they continue whizzing aimlessly through the maze of grey skyscrapers and try to stain the white clouds in the sky.
Only the tiny, wandering bird has room in her little heart to feel and time to reminisce:
About the dry winds that soared and entwined
Rustling through the paperbark trees in the Great Sandy Desert
Where the auburn dingoes stood in the expanse of sand
Lifting their hardy paws away from the scorching dirt;
Where Thorny Devils, dappled in fiery
The ribbon of FateThey used to call me the Spellbinder
I remember the way their lips would linger lovingly on the syllables
their greedy tongues wrapping themselves around the sounds
savoring them like they would some heavenly nectar
That was long before they started spitting my True Name,
long before doubts began tugging at their hearts , ever so gently,
while their fears pushed me to the altar
There was a time when I could ride moonbeams
and its silver sparkling light would ignite my skin, setting my soul ablaze
My feet knew the steps to the sacred dances of our foremothers
and my toes could draw pearly patterns in the midnight green grass of the highlands
Only I knew how to tie and untie the bright ribbons of fate
for I was the last weaver of the first secrets
And here I am,
standing on the edge of life for being blessed with my people's lore,
with the burning kiss of the rope for last goodbye
I am left for dead with nothing but bitterness raging through me
like some winter storm coiling and uncoilin
Forever MineYou're my lover
a best friend I always wanted
You're the reason for my smile
the reason for this happiness
You're my life
and forever my future
You're the one I love
forever and always
You're the definition of love
the definition of friendship
You're the reason for this smile
of bright happiness in this life
You're forever my lover
forever in my future
You're the one I love
the one I cherish forever
You're the reason to make me smile
the reason to make me laugh
You're the love of my life
You are forever in my heart <3
Love meTime of pained heart never fades.
With a new sun, it breaks apart.
Oh, please, make me well.
Understand my hurt inside.
To the withered voice,
It echoes once more.
Memories of the past flow wildly
A wind of cold, of ice and blood
A knife that cuts my own flesh
A thought of then and when
Oh, please, I beg silently
Love me for who I am
For what I want
For what I have become
Virgin MaidenVirgin Maiden,
Ebony black hair cascading down her back,
Bright cerulean eyes lifted upwards,
Tall and slender,
Gentleness, grace and beauty in every movement,
Speaking only a hint of the soul’s splendor,
Long flowing blue gown she is clothed in,
With the white veil of purity as her mantle.
Thy glory is hidden from the world no longer!
For thy name has been magnified!
Oh Virgin spotless.
Come into Heaven,
Take thy seat as Queen.
Do you hear the joyous shouts of the angels?
Do you hear the exalting cries of the saints?
They are all for thee,
Mother of God!
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