Fear

The darkness is growing
I'm screaming inside
Can anyone hear me
Or am I alone?

Dream Rose

A beautiful rose
Soft colors, deep sweet scent
Bring back all the memories
Long forsaken, thoughts forgotten
Treasured moments resurrected
From the graves in which we left them

Lovely rose, it almost seems
As though a soul inside you dreams
Dreams of beauty, dreams of love
Dreams of life sent from above

But alas, sweet precious dreamer
Death shall come to steal the glimmer
Of joy you have brought to another

Beautiful rose, too soon withered
Spirit shining bright
Through the death of the light
One last petal, comes the end
When next we meet
Our souls shall be friends.

The End

The sea, the sea in darkness calls
As death walks down the shadowed halls
In silence, crying tears of sorrow
For those who fail to see the morrow.

In the night, the black, black night
After the dying of last light
Breath be taken
Life forsaken
Loved ones ever after shaken
Day returns, but nevermore
To see those gone
Forevermore.

at the time of life's last farewell
when worldy wishes will forever fall
from the thoughts and minds of those
whose journeys reach their end

Crown

a golden crown with shining jewels
atop a king or queenly head
reveals no pain, no suffering borne
by the wearer on which it rests

but a thorny crown, a crown of thorns
resting on a bleeding forehead
shows utmost pain and suffering
of the world resting on one single man

foamy, swirling manes
rearing, plunging through the surf
wild white horses
galloping in the sea

my mom was cleaning the other day and found a bunch of poems i had written on stickynotes a while ago. i will post the better ones here:)

Drawers (An Epic Tale)

The drawers are where you know you can find
Odd trinkets, and clinkets
And things that go bump in the night
(yes you read what I said, now keep reading my friend!
Read until after you know it’s the end)
For this story I tell
(true or otherwise)
Was the demise
Of a princess in disguise.

This princess, you see
Was unlike any other
Unhappy in her mortal form
So instead of blessings counted
She decided, then confided
In no mortal man forever.

This princess knew
A tale of old
Which told of faeries and magic
A world she had no belonging in
A world she wanted to rule.

Our princess, therefore
Discovered more lore
And relished to have
The Sight, which allows
A mortal to see these “faeries”.

The girl of a princess
Was told of a drawer
In which the plants which she required
Were stored. She seeked
Out an elderly folk
Who could tell her
Just how to find this drawer.

The drawer was hidden
Locked in a basement safe
In a dungeon in London.
The princess came here
With her deadly wishes
And sought out the key to the locks
On the safe. When she found them
She toiled at getting the rusty drawer
Unlocked. But unfortunately, her lore
Didn’t alert this doomed princess
To the existence of
Faery spells guarding
The precious treasure
That was the princess’ desire.

The princess softly slid open the drawer
But before she could see
The treasured secrets
She was discovered
And silenced ever.

I think you can guess
What happened to our princess
But you didn’t expect
This is how it would end for her
Did you?

Puddles

Pull on your yellow rubbers
That remind you of duckies, then skip
And slip and trip out the door
Waltz down the street
To the city park
Where you will find
A trail
Of puddles.

Tumble (or Turmoil)

The thoughts and emotions that churn in this head
Have almost no way to escape

They escape through the mouth
In poisonous words
Or helpful ones
Or they burn the tongue

They escape through the hands and fingers
I use to illustrate
Or demonstrate
Or even just deliberate

They escape through my facial expressions, you see
The raise of the eyebrows
Shape of the mouth

The only way for a safe escape
Is through the jet black ink
Of the written word

Message

The message is clear
But will you hear
The truth that is
The message?

The message is clear
Never fear
The words people say
True danger’s in the writing

The message is clear
Do you fear
What you will find
If you open your mind?

The message is here
But will you, dear
Dare to believe
And listen?

Brave

It’s hard to be brave
When you know why they’re running

It’s hard to be brave
When you know what’s fighting

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s smiling

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s crying

It’s hard to be brave
When you know dying

It’s hard to be brave
When you know who’s trying

But most of all it hardest when
You’re loved ones are suffering

Brush

A hairbrush, tis true
Is a girl’s best friend
For a while, at least
Until its end
And then
What it is
Becomes a has-been
As that trusty brush
Is dumped
For a new one.