What Holds Her Together

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She is woven, like glass

Only

Transparent as the sea.

She is hard, like stone

Yet

Soft as a threadbare quilt.

Her smile is a cup of tea

And

A frost-dusted rose.

Her hands are a soft-petal touch

And

A raindrop too much.

She is sweet like apples

Only

Sugary as a dream.

She is hidden like roots

Yet

Clear as a star-pricked sky.

Her laugh is a folded moonlight ream

And

A bleeding sunset breeze.

Her eyes are a basin of ambitions

And

A colander of wishes.

She is chilled like winter

Only

Cold as the ocean’s spray.

She is alone like fog

Yet

Collected as a horde of seashells.

Her fingers are brushes on a keyboard canvass

And

Raven feathers dipped in ink.

Her voice is a choir of bells

And

The hush of a barn owl’s wings.

She is tired like a heavy dew drop

Only

Whimsical as a quiet old book shop.

She is healed like stiches in fabric

Yet

Frayed as rips in denim.

Her heart is an oozing snake bite

And

A bravely guarded attic.

Her life is a wilted candle

And

A dripping cube of ice

She is waiting for the sun

Only

A breath of light barely begun.

She is waiting for the rain

Yet

Content with withered grass.

She is looking but cannot see

Only

Alone, her own detainee,

Her prison is paper thin.

And

Held together by the words

She refuses to believe.

Impostor

Credit

Impostor,

Impostor

Face of the weak,

You’re hiding behind

These words so sweet.

Liar,

Liar,

Tongue of deceit

You control these castles

You can’t defeat.

Impostor,
Impostor

You’re all the same

You wear different faces

But can’t change your name.

Liar,

Liar,

Look in my eyes,

These falsehoods

Are going to eat you alive,

Impostor,

Impostor,

Playing your game,

Your mask will be broken

Before you find fame.

Liar,

Liar,

Didn’t they say?

“Don’t play with fire

It’ll burn you one day”

Impostor,

Impostor,

Shattered tonight,

Take off this face

Pretend you’re all right.

Liar,

Liar,

Caught in your lore

Don't you know

Who you are anymore?

Impostor,

Impostor,

You’ve been someone else

Too long, you don’t know

What to be when it melts.

Liar,

Liar,

You had us all fooled

Like puppets we danced

We were the subjects you ruled.

Impostor,

Impostor,

I know who you are,

When I look inside,

I find you’re not far.

Liar,

Liar,

Singed and battered,

Give up this falsehood

Before life is scattered.

Impostor,

Impostor,

Set aside the mask

Start it on fire,

This your last.

Liar,

Liar,

Facing your court,

This is one battle

You cannot abort.

Impostor,

Impostor,

You’re the liar,

I know.

Drop the matches,

Close the lid,

Your life is caught,

In the pyre. 

Nightmares

Breathe now little child,
morning is on its way.
The nightmares won't last
and shadows won't always play
beneath your eyelids.

Be brave now little child,
your innocence guarded.
The dark ones have come
to steal your future and
feed you their lies.

Wake now little child,
sunlight tiptoes in
from under curtains
and slumbering glens,
seeking to warm your fingers.

Sing now little child,
the rain has come to
mend your wearied heart
and wash away
your hardened tears.

Take heart little child,
for I have felt your pain.
Your cries have been heard,
I know the darkness
that hunts you tonight.

Arise now little child
and become all that
you dreamed of.
There's strength left
inside of you yet.

Hold on little child,
to the hope you
remember fighting for.
There's life behind
your smile yet.

Fight now little child,
against the deceit
you once knew as truth.
They were wrong
when they said

you could never be
loved.

Who am I?

Another poem for you. An idea that has been on my mind for a while.


I am,
A fish out of water,
dying on dry land.
Let me,
live beneath the waves,
in the dark, the cold.
I am,
soothed by the motion,
comforted by the sea.
Let me,
live hidden in the depths,
in a dream, a home I created.
I am,
but a child, awed by ghosts
And monster that lurk in caves.
Let me,
live among them and scribe
All their ways for you to find.
I am,
floating in serenity,
soaking in blissful ignorance.
Let me,
live here in this place unknown,
in the cloaked safety of sleep.
I am,
a memory you can't forget,
fading to an image of hope.
Let me,
live, tucked in your pocket,
close to heart, far from mind.
I am
watching in contentment,
waiting in unbroken silence.
Let me,
live on in your thoughts, actions,
never to die alone.
I am,
an illusion, a reality
you created to evade
who I am.

If I Could Live the Way I Wanted





Sorry for not posting in such a long while. I've been busy. I got a job and have been trying to keep up on school and just haven't been doing much writing in general. So. All I have for you today is a poem. Hope you enjoy it. :)

If I could live the way I wanted,

I would scribble poems on walls

And draw pictures in the frosted windows.

Dark curtains would seal my mind

And only the music would witness my creations.

I would stay awake until the stars faded

And sleep until the sun was overhead.

Every raindrop would contain a story

And I would collect them in teacups to keep me warm.

I would lose myself in cultures of my own invention

And my characters would be real.

Colored pens would overflow from canning jars

And pencil pockets, ready and waiting for every idea.

I would never cease to search for new stories,

And revisit old ones with fresh eyes.

I would visit the hunched walls of timeless ages

And give voice to all the things they observed.

Cloudy days would mean hours of discovering

New worlds through musty pages that smell of ink.

Drawings would hang from walls like portals

And I would gaze at them for hours on end.

I would sit near the street to watch people go by

And catch words like snowflakes on my tongue.

The piano would hold me close on stormy days

And hum lullabies in my ear when sleep refuses me.

I would paint murals in my bedroom to inspire smiles

And bright days that warm chilled fingers with gentle love.

Lifelong dreams would become reality

And hopes would never be crushed.

If I could live the way I wanted

my  words would last for ages.



The Piano - a poem

Another poem, inspired by a story idea I haven't been able to use yet.



Fingers caress ivory keys,
smelling of ink, of herbal teas.
Skirts whisper against faded floorboards,
where thousands of fears,
and silent tears were poured.
She slips onto the ancient bench,
braving the memories that entrench.
Weaving each note like a thread,
she hides a beloved story,
a tremor in her heart unsaid.
Somber melodies rise and give voice,
to the ache, to the sorrow
that helps her rejoice.
The piano stands proud
and with class, guards the heart of a silent
weary lass.
A fragile smile surfaces,
lifted by a hope that reverses
all of her shattered dreams,
and chases away
all of the dark one's schemes.
Wrists lift for an extra beat,
giving pause for a phrase complete.
Fingers tie each thread in a chord,
it hovers over her and the piano,
the piano so dearly adored.

Words of War

These words are for the
times of
tears and times of sorrows.
Times when
darkness feels close and
bitterness tastes sweet.
When,
fear wraps its firey arms
around your heart,
and lies cool your pain
with gentle fingers.

Never give up, don't ever
give in.
Brace yourself now, 'cause
this is war
and we intend to win.

These words are for
times of
complacence, times of plenty.
Times when,
everything is meaningless
and life is mundane.
When,
your strength becomes weakness
while loss becomes gain.
and your perception is distorted
with the sweetest of truths.

Never give up, don't ever
give in.
Brace yourself now, 'cause
this is war
and we intend to win.

These words are the
times of
chaos and times of storms.
Times when
your walls are breaking apart
and the sky is falling in.
When,
terror strikes at the dead of night,
to steal the life you always had,
and memories guard your heart
with soothing songs of mourning.

Never give up, don't ever
give in.
Brace yourself now, 'cause
this is war
and we intend to win.

Thes words are for the
people of
the earth, of this shattered world.
A people that
have lived on a diet of deception
and misinterpretations.
That,
have wandered from the river
containing their life-blood,
and though roots may go deep
they may also be mislead.

Never give up, don't ever
give in.
Brace yourself now, 'cause
this is war
and we intend to win.

Masacure - a (late) Christmas Poem

A poem/song I originally wrote about the mascure of baby boys after Mary and Joseph fled to Eygpt, though it makes sense for the mothers of those who killed in CT shootings.

Your eyes so small, so innocent,

A beautiful smile, so fragile, so sweet.

Tiny fingers, tiny toes,

My son I love you more than you'll ever know.

Your laughter is my greatest joy,

your four toothed grin, the only reward I need.

To be without you is unthinkable,

My precious boy, oh my dearest son.

They came on wings of darkness,

stealing love, stealing life.

They left you broken and torn,

sending you Home, washed in my tears.

I raised my voice and sang for you,

wept this massace of  innocence.

I held you close, refused thier comfort,

begging for your life, my son, oh my son.

Always will I harbor your memory,

deep inside, I will ponder your story.

I don't know why, the Lord chose you, to die today,

but I will try to understand, the underlying theme.

Even though they came on wings of darkness,

stealing my love, stealing your life.

Even though I've never been so broken and torn,

I know you are Home and it's everything you need.

Never will I forget your life, my gift.

Never will I forget, my son, oh my son.