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 Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 9:49 am
A collection of poems I, myself, have written!! Beware for my poems are... poems!
Poems of Doom!!
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 9:50 am
Serenade the Night Through
Would you die for the morning light?
A serenade for the rich moon night?
To dance among the Lily Whirls?
Young girl with long locks of gold curls
Stare out from under her creme like smile
Waiting as he rides to her those long miles.
Serenade her, her hearts content do sing back
A tailor? A pauper? A prince or lack?
To her window with roses of luscious red.
Lay her gentle skin on soft silk beds
And pillows of peacock blue
And gowns of all wonder hues.
Morning light caresses the long green lands
The moon sinking with oceanic hands
To stop the sweet soft songs.
And when she wakes, do her no wrong
With tears of crystals and kisses to heal
Back to Lily Whirls, her heart you steal.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 9:55 am
Cursed to Like You
I was cursed to like you,
I was cursed to hate you.
The sheer need to cut
those soft, lucious lips
into an everlasting grin.
The yearning to pull your
voice out by the cords
and make you listen
to yourself.
The desire to kiss
those sweet blue eyes
with the sharp tip of a knife.
I hate that you think
that you are always right.
I love how you always know
how to make me smile.
I was cursed to hate you.
I was cursed to like you.
I was cursed to be with you.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 12:08 am
'Still' Life Doll
I was molded
Framed and perfected
Months of hard work
Sweat and tears.
And then
I was born.
A perfect form
Small and fragile.
Porcelain white face
Bright blue eyes
Black curls
Around a small oval face.
I was born.
I had fingers
That could not move
I had toes
That could not wiggle
Day in and day out
I sat on a shelf.
I was not alone.
I was surrounded by Sisters
Each lovingly born
Each unique and whole,
Individuals in a group.
We were reflections of perfection
All made to mimic life.
I watched as my Sisters
One by one
Were lovingly bought
Carried away in tiny soft hands.
We were all waiting
To be carried home.
That day never came for me
I began to dust
My royal blue dress
Was old, fading and torn
I will wait forever
With eternal blue eyes
That can not weep
A bright light woke me
In the still of night
Red and yellow spread through the room
My maker's silent scream
In a backroom I cannot see
'Fire! Fire!' I thought
I cried for their lives
As I had none of my own.
And in that fire
I melted and burned
My eye sight faded
My hair turned to cinder
And then there was silence
A pure white cradled me
And there was no pain.
Here; alone in this stillness
This perfection
This place I’ll call home.
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