ROSE PETALS

My tears fall like rose petals,
dripping down their long stem.
No hope left in my heart
for us to be together again.
I lay my head down in sorrow
beside the wilted petals of my despair.

 (Source: theblacknurse)

 

 

My tears fall like rose petals,

dripping down their long stem.

No hope left in my heart

for us to be together again.

I lay my head down in sorrow

beside the wilted petals of my despair.

 

 

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DROWNING

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I’m lost,

Drowning in despair,

Falling deeper into sorrow.

I want to let go,

And sink to the bottom,

My head submerged.

With no fight left in me,

No will to go on,

The darkness will take me.

Into its arms,

I willingly go.

I’m ready to surrender

To the everlasting void.

WASH AWAY MY PAIN AND SORROW

 

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

STAND TALL

BUDS OF HOPE
In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.
These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by...

 

 

In midst of despair and sorrow
Rise buds of hope for the morrow.
Still standing upright and strong
Against all that can go wrong.

These are extreme times of confusion and change,
Media expanding over a broader range.
We are attacked by sounds from each direction,
Leaving no time for thinking and reflection.

These flowers know what’s real,
They go by what they feel.
Away from the hustle and bustle,
They grow wild without any tussle.

A day to clear my cluttered mind is all I need.
To recharge my battery is what I should heed.
I’ll recharge in a quiet place like this.
A zest for life is what I dearly miss.

 

TO DREAM

 

 

 

When night comes softly
On feet as light as air,
I can see clearly
Of what I shouldn’t care.

Alone on this hilltop
With the embracing cold,
Boundaries cannot stop
Me from being so bold.

I want to look at the night,
Gaze out into the unknown,
Dare to dream of my flight,
And dream of where I have flown.

Secrets hidden in darkness,
Beneath a cloak of despair.
Shadows roaming in blackness,
A striking and deadly pair.

At night I can roam free
And sail forth on gossamer wings.
Be all that I can be
No matter what the dark night brings.

 

GONDOLIER

Gondolier

coiour-my-world:

“Gondolier” by Igor Zenin

The clouds touch the water.

Pink merges with green.

Crooked tree prays for help.

But it can’t be seen.

A rower drifts alone.

Held aloft by the green.

A fantasy world so close.

Too bad it can’t be seen.

THE END

fire and hail

Time has stopped in mid-flight.

Clouds have ceased circling the earth.

The sun refuses to show its face.

Time has come to an end.

My heart feels hollow and empty.

Panic fills the empty spaces.

My love has come to an end

And so too has mankind.

A battle rages between my lovers

Built upon passion and deceit.

The winner takes all,

And soon even me.

The earth trembles in despair.

A blanket of darkness covers all.

The battle rages in its fury.

Clashes of swords echo its thunder.

Frozen in place I stand,

Waiting for the uncertain outcome.

Who will be left standing

to take my cold h​and?

MY BEACON

BEacon of light

BE MY BEACON

There is a mist.
I can’t see.
All is blurry.
But yet,
I can see you.
You stand before me.

You are my beacon.
My hope.
Wait for me,
my love.
I will walk to you.
I can see nothing but you.

Be my beacon.
My hope.
My light.
In the darkest of nights.
Wait for me,
my love.

I’m here.
I’ve reached you.
But you’re gone.
A mist blurs the light.
I can’t see anything.
You’ve left me.

I never had you.
You were my one hope.
My last chance.
You never waited.
You never cared.
Time for me to give up.

I bow my head.
I’ve given up.
I will no longer reach
For what I can’t have.
I will no longer have hope.
The world goes dark around me.

THE SWAMP

Swamp
moody-nature
IMG_4842 // By Robert Guimont

THE SWAMP

The swamp holds mysteries,

Silence within its barren domain.

Eyes peek through the sheer surface,

Hinting at the dangers lurking below.

Lacking is the bird’s song of twilight.

Missing is the rustle through the brush.

Silence holds us in its thrall,

Cold fingers clasping around my neck.

Humid air coats my mottled body,

Mutilated by blood-thirsty mosquitoes.

The path teases my mind’s eye,

Offering a way out of this hellhole.

I hack at the dried branches,

Threatening to leave me with one eye.

I’ve reached the end of my journey

As my feet sink in the quicksand of despair.

BLOOD

1 Nights come alive

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water
And much more intense
As it trickles and oozes as it pleases.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

I can’t escape the
Fingers crawling down the walls
And circling around me.

My only recourse is escape
From the walls caving in
As I tunnel my way out.

I want to be free from the evil
Destroying me from within,
Free from the despair and agony.

THE DEAD GAME

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