"A wilted rose no longer stands for sadness and defeat..but it stands for how strong it has been and how it has survived, it stands for how far it must come to stand up again...all it needs is rain, sun, time, and some help from friends...we are all wilted roses, that must realize how strong we are" ~written by ME...~

Friday, October 19, 2007

Relief

Walking through the patient winds,
Winds that were made for change
Precious footsteps in the sand
Simple waters splash against the feet

The gentle lapping, calling her name
A precious whisper in her ear
Caressing her simple soul
Bringing her wandering heart to a patient murmur
A kind hand placed upon her shoulder
Now she knows she is never alone
The winds of change have finally blown her way
The spirit has entered her life
The doubt is gone, finally safe
Safe from all her worries and troubles
Someone to finally protect her
Help her carry the burden of her past
The pain caused by her father
Physical and emotional, always lasting
Her pain, crying out, wanting help
Crying for his love and forgiveness
Now she realizes, she had never been alone
The one had saved her quaking soul
Now, forever loved
The same one lives within her heart, forever more

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Hurt


You look at her
Tears streaming down
You grab her face
Pulling eyes to look into yours
Screams and Pleas heard
As her hair get pulled
Pulling her down
Your anger rising
She wipes the tears
Her vision now blurred
Why must you hurt her so?
Red hand marks laid upon her back
Skin stinging with every blow
He reaches for a bat against the wall
She drops to her knees
Shaking as the bat is brought down
Blood splatters the wall
She drops to the floor
Blood now pooling around her body
No more cries and pleads
He takes a sheet and wraps her in it
Blood still draining from her wounds
He drags her, drives her away
Splash, she sinks
Now his face shines through the moonlight
No tears fall from his eyes
He drives home
Now she is queen of the sea

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Clarification...not a poem (obviously)

I know this isn't a poem obviously duh! but I just needed to clarify that I know most of my poems can have a tendency to be a bit morbid (as it has been put to me)....well i'm sorry and as most of this can occur but obviously has not happened to me, I just like to write whatever comes to my heart at the time. I thank you for reading my poems and stories and I emplore you to leave comments or subscribe or whatever it's called to my blog so that you can read more as I continue to post. I really do hope you can enjoy my poetry despite its morbidness....Thanks everyone....

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Scars

you see the scars, you pull away
scared of what you see, you don't know
you never will
your pulling away from me, you see pain
ugly lines, streaking across my skin
but I cut my life, my entire being
all the pain i held within, you ask why
you want to know, but you refuse to hear
what you see on my skin, is what i see in my world
the answers that you fear
while you deny, what you can't see
you can't deny what's there, they are realeven you see that
but I’m doubting you really care
don't tell me to forgive
don't tell me to move on
you have never lived my life
you cant comprehend
the reality I’m in
that to live I grab a knife
i see the beauty
within those marks
to me they are what is real
they are me
i am them
but you will never know how i feel
i am not asking for you to understand
i gave up on that long ago
just let me live my own life
just don't try to change what i know
there are things that areworse then death
why won't you just let me be
go on with your life
back to your ignorance
please just forget about me

Sunday, August 12, 2007

The Forest (story)

While walking in the foggy, lonesome forest just shortly before midnight, Rebecca and her fiance had gone to find dry firewood. As they continued to pick up firewood, the crickets chirped while the bullfrogs groaned down by the lake. As Rebecca bent over to grab a log from the ground, she was startled by a long lowly howl. Her fiance, Richard moved quickly forward towards Rebecca.
"What was that Richard?" she asks as she graps at his arm firmly. "I'm not sure honey; it may have just been a wolf." Suddenly, tree limbs began to pop and splinter. Almost as if it had been cued, they both exclaim, "I think we should head back to our campsite." With haste, they moed back to their campsite and made the flames of the fire grew tall as if they were fingers pawing into the darkness. Praying that whatever had bayed would be warded off into the night, they went into their tent and began to sleep uneasily.
Before dawn broke, the couple awoke to the scent of blood, and as their eyes began to open, they began to sense that something was out of place. Richard reached out for the zipper of the tent and with every tug of the chain; the tiny hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. As he swayed open the tent door, he caught his first glimpse of the turmoil. All of the camping supplies had been ripped apart and there were mangled animal corpses lying all over the ground. Blood had been splattered against the trees, and paw prints led into the dark forest. Rebeccca began to slip her head out, and as soon as she had seen the carnage, she begant to feel sick to her stomach because the sight was almost too hard to bear.
In spite of how disgusting it was, Richard decided he wanted to find out what had caused all the suffering. Therefore, he gathered water, a flashlight, and food to last him a couple of days and asked Rebecca if she wanted to come with him. She said that she would not be able to make it, so she stayed back at camp. Richard left out on his quest to find the horrid beast that had ravaged those poor animals. He went into the forest and with every stop he became closer to his destiny. After what seemed like an eternity; he came upon a small cottage in the trees. It was a small quaint cottage with a small chimney that had smoke escaping its top. Pretty flowers were planted all around the house and through the small window; Richard saw that there was a small fire with a cooking pot in the firplace. He decided that it looked like a friendly place, and he was quite tired from walking all this way, so he went up and took the brass knocker and lightly knocked on the door.
A low grumble was heard and he began to sloly slink away from the door. Just as he was about to step down from the porch, the door was slung open and out stepped wolf, but this wolf was not normal. He stood upon his back legs and walked like a human being. Richard was scared out of his wits, as the creature started licking his chops and then asked Richard, "What do you want?" Obviously, Richard just wanted a place to sit and rest for a bit but he was unsure that this was the place to do it. "I don't want anything, I was just passing by and had wondered if I could sit down for a bit to rest my feet." The wolf exclaimed and began to laugh and told him, "Sure, you can rest here for a while." As the wolf explained to Richard that his name was Lucifer, he was slowly coaxing Richard into the house. Richard was reluctant, but the stranger had offered a warm place to lie down and a hot bowl of soup to eat. Richard decided he would go in but would leave as soon as he had rested. When Richard went into the house. Immediately he noticed the intense heat, and it smelled like wood that had burned for ages. He felt nervous and very uneasy about being in the house. Lucifer sat him down on the couch and served him a bowl of soup. Afterwards, Lucifer brought forth a proposition to Richard. "You have a fiance, don't you Richard?" This scared Richard because he had not told Lucifer his name. "Yes, but how did you know my name?" Richard asked. "I know everything, I know all your sins and all your transgressions as well." "Now back to my proposition, as you probably already know, I am the one that had bayed to you in the night and I am also the one that mangled those animals." Richard was stunned. Lucifer continued, "Well those were all signs because I wanted to see you face to face before I stole your soul." Richard jumped up and tried to run for the door, but was thrown back to the couch by a powerful force. "DO NOT TRY TO LEAVE!!!" Lucifer thundered. "I have already slaughtered your fiance, you did not come to me quick enough." Richard fell to his knees and cried. Lucifer screamed over Richard's wails, "I will bring life back into her body if you agree to my termsm first you must agree that I will have your sould on your 26th birthday." Richard exclaimed, "That only gives me five years!" "Richard, that is the agreement take it or leave it." Richard agreed and he headed for the door, but this time Lucifer let him. Richard ran all the way back to his campsite to find Rebecca who was slowly breathing. He didn't want to scare her, so he kept the proposition that he agree to, a secret. A year later, Rebecca and Richard joined hand in holy matrimony, but Lucifer always kept his eye on Richard. On Richard's 26th birthday, Lucifer came into the couple's home and paid a visit to Richard. Rebecca was frightened and Richard explained everything to her, and the exact minute that Richard turned 26, Lucifer, ripped Richard's soul from his body and no human has seen Lucifer since....

Saturday, August 11, 2007

The Phone Call

The Phone Call
You call and I smile
You tell me I'm beautiful
And then I sigh like no other
Then you turn dark
Like the soul that resides in me
You laugh at me behind my back
Stupid Girl
Thinking that I actually care for her
I've never cared and never will
I know that's how you feel
The phone clicks and you're gone
How can you leave me in pieces?
The phone call is lost
Goodbye

Tears From A Fallen Hero

Tears From A Fallen Hero

He heads towards the helicopter as he waves his goodbyes
A little hand waving through the mild mountain air
He turns and walks in the door as it starts to lift off
Time on that helicopter gave time to think and pray
After the 18 hour ride to the sandbox, emotions ran low
He rises to the ranks as he is slowly deployed from the 'copter.
A picture of his beloved wife and daughter in his pocket
Missions came and went almost like clockwork
Fighting, shooting, killing, never proud of the job
He was always told, THEY were the enemy
But as the sun reached its peak in the hot sun-dried day
As they were marching, ready for battle
A single shot was heard whizzing through the air
A grunt, and his body sub coming to pain, hit the ground
As the field medic ran to his aide, he reached in his pocket
There he found the picture of his wife and daughter with a bullet hole through their chest
As he lay there, blood staining the sandy ground
A single tear shed, rolled down his face
And there on that hot day, he perished
Only to be named, another fallen hero...