He cut her deep across her heart
With each word that spilled from his lips
a new cut in her heart bled again
she could not stop the pain the hurt
the cruelty of words
and when she spoke to try and soothe
deep searing eyes of hate and pain
would make her cringe and turn away.
But once he saw her tears her pain
he'd try to heal the cuts he gave.
She'd try her best to show him love
to show him that his soothing worked
even though the cut still bled.
Yet not long after he soothed
one foul step she'd cause his hate
and once more he'd cut her deep
the words that spilled from his lips
made her wish she could die in sleep.
She told herself she could change him back
the 9 months past were just a phase
he'd return to her just as he had
the cuts on her heart would start to fade
and they'd be happy like ever was.
But still the next day his words cut more
and nothing could save her from the hurt.
With every word and every look
he cut her heart more and more
till slowly the peices began to fall
and like a woman not herself
she began to walk a weary trial.
With eyes downcast
and wary steps
she began to watch herself.
No more could she trust for his support
yet the strength to leave him
was not there
and so slave to her own broken heart
she stayed with him to weak to leave
treated like a slave of the olden days
forced to keep her eyes low in case she should enrage
as he cut her deep across her heart
continuously without stop.
Death
The wave of sorrow
hits as though pandoras box was open
nothing could keep the wave at bay
as the halls fell silent.
Death
peculiar yet needed
but sometimes unwelcomed.
Those that we know
leave our sides and we grow angry
wish for them to return
to come back and live again.
An unending cycle
and undending pain
and yet nothing can be done to stop it.
Some would say it's the persons time
while those they tell would curse fate.
Others would speak that it is just chance
and if somthing had been done different
the pain the loss would have stayed away.
Death
peculiar indeed
and the pain that it brings seems like a horrible thing.
Nothing can stop it once it's found it's prey
yet those of us wish to keep it at bay.
The crash it took somone away
and I am forced to sit
and watch as my friends break.
I can't do nothing
but sit and watch them cry
for every soothing touch I give
and every soothing word I say
feels like a lie.
Death
a horrible thing
somthing I wish I could destroy
so if only to see my friends no longer break
and to see the girl that crash took away
come back and smile as though the day never happened.
As children watch
Harsh callused hands
they grip hard to the cool neck of a drink
drunk again
and yet she stayed nearby.
One foul step her body flew
and to the ground she fell
the bruise upon her cheek was harsh
but still she stood
did not depart.
And when his hand it flew again
skillfully this time she ducked
now knowing from experience
that one strike would not be the end.
His cry of rage it shook her
as her little ones they cower
she screams for them to go upstairs,
and in turn loses her concentration
then his fist connects with her side
throwing her against a wall
she slid down and the little ones began to scream.
The angry hiss from his lips
pushed through the hazy blackness.
She pushed quickly to her feet
and grabbed his hand as he went to strike
with one more screech at the children to leave
she winced as she was thrown over the coffee table.
And through the pain she felt relief
as she heard little feet run upstairs
she heard the sounding slam of a door closing and locking
then the grunt as her husband in his drunken rage
once more rounded to do her damage again.
By the nights end she was battered and bruised
yet somehow made it to the stairs
and pulled herself up to check on her little ones there.
She could hear the cries
the terror in ones voice
as she knocked on the door and promised it was only her.
Upon walking in the room
in more of a hobble then the dignified way she meant
she saw the anger in her sons eyes
and knew he was no longer too young to relent.
Her daughter she sat on a bed
a teddy bear held tight in white hands
and once she had that one calmed
she kneeled to calm her son as well
only to see the fire his father had held
and at that thought the evil man yelled her name
and kissing her sons head she scampered his way.
Finally about 2 in the morn'
he was sound asleep a bottle in his arm
she picked up the 20 some odd drinks
threw them away and slinked up the stairs
to sleep alone and in pain
until the next night when it would start again.
The Crash
She stares upon the white curtains
of the hospital bed where she lay
a girl no more then 17
who lost all that she had to live.
Just one mistake had taken her down
just one moment to ruin her friends life
the family so much like her own
now in tears and feeling like they could die.
A fallen CD had caused this saddness
and a moment to late she tried to brake
having bent over to pick it up
she did not see the truck infront.
The car it went head on
the engine crushed into her lap
her best friend flung from the seat
having not worn a seatbelt
his skull was crushed on impact
he ended up in the others car.
By the time the team got there he was dead
but in her head she could still hear his cries of pain
the pain in her legs a fire of its own
and the hot engine slowly burning at her clothes.
Finally they got her out
she passed out from pain as they pulled
but she couldn't move her legs at all
and heard in the voices around her
she would never move again.
They cut off her crushed legs
and so she lay in a hospital bed
staring at the ceiling and instead of crying for herself
she cried for her dead friend
realizing that even with no legs she was lucky
yet she caused his death and wish it had been her instead.
Cursed to Bleed
The chain's wrapped tight in her hands
cutting into her palm till she bleeds.
The tears she cries are a deep red
because her heart, it bleeds.
She pulls the chain tighter as she begins to think
using the pain to cut off all thought
of the past that haunts her so
a man that she works hard to forget.
The blood from the chain in her palm
drips slowly to the ground
the flowers quickly soak it up
her pain absored without remorse
and she quickly realizes
that her pain is of her own.
No one will come to her aid
she'll face this alone till the end
and so the chain shifts hands
pulled tight again till it cuts skin.
But pulled away from her it is
and wrapped around her neck
the chains pulled tight till bleeds she does
and on the the ground she lies.
The figure having relinquished her pain
runs away with that necklace in hand
though he thinks it a prize
it's just a cursed jewel
upon which only brings pain and doom.
Now in new hands, the cycle starts again
the chain drawn tight and blood begins to drip
until once more the one it holds is dead
and it continues from hand to hand.
Fateful Day
They jumped out of the plane
20 some odd men
dressed in their army greens
guns a ready for a fight.
He stood among them
little man not one to be seen
as a military man
but his eyes were bright
ready for the on coming fight.
That when the bombs started
blasting from lord knows where
the men they scattered
but already 4 were caught in the bombs.
The man he throws himself to the ground
looks around the clearing
calculating where the enemies were.
But then the shots rang out
and the others began to drop.
When everything finally quieted
he was on of very few left
a comrade was in his arms
dying a bloody death.
Eyes opened and an old man downs his drink
dressed in his military greens.
The memory plays through his head
and he cries for the dead
for his fallen brothers in that fateful day
when they died
and he had no hope to live.
The old man touched his head
where a peice of strapnel had been left
a reminder of that fateful day
never leaving his head or his brain.
Death A Soldiers Grave
Buried deep beneath the ground,
love doesn't reach,
there is no sound,
happiness has been unfound
nothing left but the ground.
You visit him every day,
the tears you cry they make him ache,
nothing left not a trace.
Flowers left besides his grave,
you cry for the life you gave,
child gone no laughter left,
yet your tears fall,
the grave is dead.
The flowers die,
the ground is dry,
nothing lives above.
Death unwanted,
death unwelcoming,
no longer visiting,
no longer crying.
In the ground is where he stays,
the sky is where his soul aches,
but as long as war will always reign,
the ground is where he will stay,
this is the soldiers fate,
the fallen hero's,
final resting place.
Hiding in Darkness
She's hides in darkness
slowly wallowing in her own pain
slowly dying
withering into nothing.
He pushed her down
till nothing could bring her up
he showed her how unimportant she was.
He was better
she was trash
she had problems
things were bad.
He pushed her to the bottom
and now she can't climb back
everything was different
no longer can she stand the harsh words.
He bruised her
he hurt her
her emotions were awry
nothing else could bring her alive.
Dead inside is what she has become
no longer does her future seem so bright
no longer does her future seems so right
instead she sees failure
instead she sees nothing but darkness.
He pushed her down
so far into the ground
that no longer can she stand alone.
She became the joke
the person that could come to nothing
the one that would never reach her dreams.
And so he continued to push her down
if only to shine brighter.
He continued to make her a joke
if only to make her light dimmer.
And so he pushed her so deep
in darkness she hid
till death will become her keep.
Hurt
Years ago
You ruined my life
You took away my childhood.
You were supposed to be there
To care for us when they were gone
But you used the time for wrong.
You touched me
You never got far
Only moved so much.
The memory
It still gives me nightmares
I was forced to grow up so quick.
I hid it
The things you did
Till you had moved
And we could do nothing.
So now no justice will ever come
And so my childhood will forever be gone.
I don't remember your face,
I don't remember your name
All I'll remember is the fear and the game
Field of Flowers
She sits in a field of flowers
butterflies flying past
the smell is absolutely tranquil
and she's at peace.
But then she is shaken awake
stares with fear into blood shot eyes
as a fist is raised
she cringes as it makes contact with her skin.
She falls from the bed
a cry torn from her lips
she didn't understand what she had done
until he approached her and she smelled the rum.
He had drunk himself
into a drunken rage
and so she quivered
as he began again.
He tossed her down the stairs quite hard
broke her back and so she screamed
the pain worse then she could bear.
The hospital was like a dream
but no one knew the secret pain
as he faked his surprise and concern
pretending he was at work when she had "fallen"
The nurse she did not believe him
yet feigned relief that he was there
silently the months went on
and he grew angrier with each day she wasn't home
and three months after her horrible "Fall"
he dragged her out and back home
didn't care of her pain at all.
He was cruel
called her a gimp
for she could barely move
called her an unwanted burden
tore her hopes to shreds
he cheated
he laughed
he didn't care.
But then she ran
far away
changed her name
her hair
and so as long as she is cautious
she sits in a field of flowers
safe as she regains mobility and strength.
Soldier Lost
She lays her head down to sleep
yet dreams do not invade
instead a deep darkness comes to stay.
When she wakes up
she feels as if no sleep has come
yet she can't return to slumber
the day has just begun.
Breakfast at first was no wonder
but then a man came to her door
dressed in uniform an envelope in his hand
she shook as she took it from the man.
Scared as she opened it
she knew the worse had come
her beloved soldier
was not coming home.
Tears fall from her eyes
as his casket is brought down the aisle
family friends and soldiers there
it was somthing she had not imagined for a while.
Now her soldier slept in deep slumber
slowly lowered into the ground
taps is played from trumpet
and shots are fired as he goes to rest.
Home she goes clutching the medals and flag given to her
home she goes to an empty bed and house
home without the man she had loved.
Dark Vortex
A girl she sits
shackled to a dark vortex
slowly her strength is waning
he hope is losing.
She used to struggle
wait for the day to escape
hope for the light that had been lost
but now she sits
losing all hope.
But the light she has been waiting for
the escape she had so needed
finally has come.
The chains they fall away
but the vortex try's to make her stay
it bruises her
abuses her
to try and chain her again.
But she keeps walking towards the light
and as her foot hits it
a bang is heard.
She falls her hand clutching her chest
as she pulls her hand away
she sees it stained red with blood
and slowly as she dies
she reaches for the light.
The vortex it approaches her
a gun gleams in the light
yet she is no longer shackled
but she had not reached the light
so she lays dead
with unseeing sight.
Destroyed
She screams as he ties her
She begs as he strips her
She wanted nothing more then to escape
She wanted nothing more then to get away.
He laughs at her attempts
Grins as she begs him to stop
His hands wanders
Where they were not supposed to be.
She screams more
Struggls futily
She can't move
as he gags her to keep her quiet.
More then anything she wants away
As he destroys her dearest treasure
The thing she has been saving for that special person.
She cries in fear
she cries in pain
she cries in loss.
When he is done
He forces her kiss
Then leaves her bloody and tied.
For the rest of her life
She walks with scars
Unable to do anything else
For fear now rules her life.
The Portrait of a Killer
The brush slides across the canvas
dark red blood dripping as the artist puts his final touch
he had worked on this masterpeice for many weeks
and only now had he found the right color to finish it off.
Stepping away he lets out a cackle of happiness
his art work now complete
he turns to smile at the woman tied with his sheet
"Beautiful isn't it?" he asked dipping his brush in the pool of blood beneath her.
The woman whimpers softly in response
as she stares at a portrait of herself
tied against her own will
bloody and beaten
with a dark figure near her
no face to match it to
just as there was no face to match to the artist.
The artist laughed again and ran a finger along her skin
"That was the perfect color to finish off my portrait" he whispered
she shrank away as a nail dug into her numb skin.
The artist grins and turns looking at the painting he had completed
the dark form mimicking his own
his masterpeice showing his own psychotic heart.
Now the painting hangs in a museum
The title exactly what it was
"The portrait of a killer"
yet no one knew the inspiration
of such a beloved peice of art.
Mans Cruelty: Her Killer
Small hands reach up to grab his finger
but he pulls from her in disgust
the rapist, the murderer, father of the angel
stares down at her with hate.
What right did the woman he abused
have to bring his child into the world?
What right did the little whore have
to not kill the tell tale sign of his mis deed?
The very sight of this child,
this begotten bastard of his rape
his show of a true mans power,
made him sick to his very core.
The thought of the bastard child
and the whore mother whose innocence he stole
drove him crazy with rage
and he knew neither could live.
With one swift move
the child
the proof of his deed was dead
no prints left, not a single hair
he'd come prepared.
The gasp and wail of the whores pain
for the loss of such a menace
made blood with anger rush through his veins.
Turning for his attack
he slammed her back.
Took her once more against her will
his whore, the girl who could have been his end.
He showed her his power
the strength of men
till she was broken
and fell still, no longer struggling.
He grinned with power
grabbed up her hair
asked her who she was.
She was his
his whore
his toy.
Then looking at her with clear disgust
he tossed her down
stepped and crushed her pipe
whore she was he would not have
but be her an example
of a mans power
cruelty
and lost.
Broken
In your eyes I see it
how much you could care less
the promise you had given
now laying broken in my hand.
The bruise that had broken it
rested solely on my cheek
the promise of never raising a hand
now nothing more than empty words.
It started as a simple fight
then turned into one of our worst...
I don't really know how it happened
what I did to deserve your words
and the back of your hand upon my cheek.
The tears they escaped my eyes
ones of despair, betrayal and pain.
Nothing you could do could fix my life
the way I viewed the world
nor the way I could not stop my cries.
The promise you had broken
was more important than your promise of marriage
the promise to never hurt me
like the others before had so readily done.
And so with broken promises
I cry into my arms
as you stand there watching without caring
your eyes now the hardest glass.
So the promise lays in my palm
broken into a million pieces
with no way to change things back.
Dear Brother Why?
I sat in bed
a teddy bear tight in my hand
already I had my ears plugged
mother and brother at it again.
He used to be better than he was now
sweeter, gentler, and kinder.
But now they had all grown apart
he turned to drugs
to booze and girls
to friends who didn't even care.
When he came home
our mother would inquire
and drunk he would yell and hurt.
Scared I'd run to my own room
to hide with my teddy bear
trying to pretend this all was never happening.
But tonight was odd
he was worse then before
and had thrown our mother into a wall.
He'd advanced on me
but of course our mother jumped in the way.
I ran off scared to hide in my room
to look back watching him throw her so hard
her head it the table with a sickening thud.
The blank look that washed over her face
made me run for the safety of my room,
my sanctuary.
Later of course I'd find she'd only passed out
but the only thing entering my head
was she was dead.
When I heard my brothers feet stomping up the stairs
I ran from my bed to my closet
hoping to hide better there.
My door of course it creeked
to let me know he'd come through
and I heard him call my name
as I tried to keep quiet to avoid the abuse.
But yet my fear had betrayed me
a doll making noise beneath me
and my closet was opened he dragged me out...
The beating made me pass out.
I can't tell much more I don't remember it.
I remember waking in my bed
I couldn't move I hurt all over
my mother leaned over with worry.
My brother to the side sober for now
watching with intense and shamed eyes.
Yet still he held a bottle in his hands
my mother of course had said nothing
having given up 2 nights ago when he hurt us both.
Yes... 2 nights I'd been out
2 nights of no memory.
Brother why...
why become somthing you weren't.
Brother why...
why drink when you know you hurt us?
And brother why...
drink more when I see the pain
as you watch her take care of your now broken sister?
Lovers Murder
His hands held tight to a bloody knife
the wicked smile crossing his face
he carved into the very thing he loved
that layed before him now cold and dead.
He took his knife wiped bloody hands on his pants
then leaned over once more
to cut her down from chest to Naval.
Pulling her skin apart he closed her eyes and smiled
thinking he released his lovers soul
he leaned back done with his final task.
Sitting there he looked at her
bloody carved
but in his mind he still saw her beauty
leaned foreward and kissed dead cold lips
blood smearing over his lips and cheek
as he sighed then smiled down.
Only to watch in slight horror and facination
as his lovers eyes seemed to open to stare
he shook in fear and wonder
as she stared up with love.
Then with a cry of frustration
he carved his own arm to match hers.
Leaning down he kissed her lips
apologized for the world they had to live in
then with a great precision he plunged the knife into his heart.
Fell dead upon the very thing he lived for.
And in the shadows a figure chuckled
red eyes a flame with the couples death
to die for love and to protect
he shook his head and left.
To Die of Love
They drove around bends
the road dark and reclusive
they had found it hidden from the world.
Stopping in the middle of nowhere
They step out and examine their guns
Fiancee's looking at each other over top the car.
They step back and around
one already bleeding leaving a trail on the ground.
She had seen the real world as it was
rape and violence and gangs
now she was sure
that they could not last
in a love so cruel to others.
Cocking his gun he looked to his love
now hardened by what she had seen in life
death was the only thing they could think of
to make sure their love never left.
They both took aim
and on the count of three
the shots rang loud in the trees.
And they fell dead
hidden among the trees
to be found by a ranger happening by.
Upon examination of the dead girl
they found somthing carved into her arm
"With this world as it is
we die to protect the love we have
to make sure we don't lose it
as time wears on
because of the stupidity
of our own sinned race."
Suicide of want
Her breathing it did quicken
as the knife drew across her breasts.
A small trickle of blood followed
sliding down a quicking chest.
Her eyes couldn't close
held open but the worst contraption.
She couldn't control the quickening of her heart
or the fear that reached her eyes.
The man before her, her father owed
great sums of money he had to pay.
And so in attempt to quiet it down
and to acquire more money for his own grubby needs
sold off his daughter to the highest bidder
the beutiful girl a toy to any mans needs.
Soon through drugs and torture and pain
an addict to sex is what she became
scars reminded her of what she was to do
forced to pay of her fathers dues.
The man didn't visit nor did he care
his want for his money consumed his very air.
She became his break his ability to do as he wished
as long as she continued her job
to service any man.
But soon a man came to her bed
to call for her to wed
he paid a hefty sum for her
took her back to breed and wed.
Now under the roof of a horrible man
drinking wine to keep herself sane
she realized her life now different
and cheated on the very man who saved her.
Her secret betrayal she doused with wine
sent the money to the betraying father of hers
kept his debts at by as usual
cutting her inner most thighs
she was able to keep from having children
Soon she would die
soon they'd find out her lies
but the damage was done
she was addicted to sex like a drug
because of her fathers own money needs
she was nothing more then a whore
dressed in expensive clothes and jewelery.
Once her lies showed through
realization of her addiction was shown
shamed by the man who called her his own
cast out by the man who paid for her clothes
shunned by the men who bedded her so
Finally the beautiful girl shamed to suicide
death coming quickly from her fathers money needs
and the mens wants of her in bed.
Car Parade
Silver tears
with deep black pain
the life she had
has ended.
Brooding life
and black drawn curtains
the room she loved
now empty.
Steel coffin
only the best there is
flowers scattered about
sorrow begins.
Black clothes
with sorrow faces
gathered around a coffin
it begins.
Car Parade
all black with death
the front a long black van
death comes.
On The Inside
Is it that we are so concerned
with the sufferings of those in other countries
that we can't see the sufferings of the children around us?
Your own child gazes upon you
speaking dreams that they could possibly reach
but you don't hesitate to tear them down
then turn to help another child
in a world not our own.
Your child sits in tears and pain
just as poignant as the pain the others feel
yet you are blind to their troubles
blind to their pains
your eyes drawn to those you can't even touch.
As your child grows older
the resentment it brews
the pain of the love they never had
they keep trying to prove
trying to shine
yet you do not notice
or do not care.
Is it that because our children
don't suffer the chance of disease
or that they do not starve almost every day
that you turn your head and not care?
As your child cries
with the dreams that you so readily crushed
and yet you do not care
turn your eyes elsewhere.
So what is it on the outside
that destracts us from the pain inside
the suffering of those we don't know
becoming more important than those that we do.
The sorrow that we assume they feel
yet how could we know?
Through photos and clips?
They could be mildly happy
finding their own way to get by
yet we assume their pain
ignore those of our children.
On the inside we see nothing
on the outside we see it all
others becoming more important
as those close to us begin to fall.
Hidden Closet
She hold her bear tightly in her hand
she hides whenever the dark sets in
afraid of the monster that comes.
Six years old she has little understanding
of how the world officially works
but she knew this monster he was bad
and knew the things he did was wrong.
But what could she do to fight such a large being?
A monster that could toss her so easily.
And so she sits hidden in the closet
hugging her bear tightly seeking protection
as her bedroom door opens and the hall light floods in
and in the door way stands her mothers boyfriend.
This monster he walked into her room
quiet as a mouse
his eyes they roamed and in her mind
she could see the fire in the eyes.
Finally he'd lock on the cracked closet door
make his way over and open it
his large hand would reach in and grasp her.
She felt the urge to scream
but knew she better stay quiet
even her mind saw the danger
as the man laid her back down on the bed
and the true treason would commence.
This would happen for years
till finally at 16 she became pregnant with his kid
her mother and him now married
the monster was constantly in her life.
She did what she could to hide it
starved herself to keep from gaining weight
ate healthier and it hid the demon growing in her
the bastard child of the monster she was so afraid of.
Till finally her mind couldn't take it any longer
the idea of bringing a child by him into her world
for him to hurt and molest like her.
She hung herself using her door
thrashed until she breathed no more.
Saved her child and herself
but could have saved others
if she had spoken against the monster
if someone had noticed the little signs.
Like her refusal to be alone with the man
her fear of sitting next to him
of seeing him.
But no one noticed and no one cared
so instead she lays dead in a coffin
while the monster stayed free to continue his deeds.
Submissive Cutter
The knife slides across her skin
what is one more scar to hundreds?
She wants help with this cursed habit
yet no one is willing to help her.
Alone in her home she bleeds
alone in her home she weeps.
No one pays attention to her pain
or how pale she slowly became.
Till one day she found a place to work
a man whose demeanor was as closed as hers.
She listened and did all he said
never once did she talk out of turn.
Then one day in the office she went to cut
and his eyes burned into her back till she turned and saw
and put away the utensils she used to harm.
Next thing she knew he was yelling at mistakes
her typing errors unproffessional.
He told her no more cutting
the act was prohibited
and she quit just like he said.
But the itching was there
her fingers would twitch
till one day he took her into his office.
"Hands on the desk palms down" he said
she did as was told
and with a document before her began to read
as he slapped her in the ass bringing her the pain she needed.
And so finding something beyond cutting to give her that love
she made mistake after mistake wanting his pain.
Till one day she found she loved this man
and as an act of obediance sat for days
arms palm down on the desk feet planted on the floor
never did she move,
to eat
to read
to even use the restroom.
Three days of this she endured
till finally he came and swept her out the door.
Even a cutter can find their in between
though this one found hers with
what is known as dominant male.
She was his submissive to boss around
but she had found her place
and her scars stayed as they were
just scars on her body.
Haunted
Spent her life runnin
never stopping, never looking back.
With nightmares she found herself haunted
by the things she tried to ignore.
Depression was in her very core
she couldn't be happy for very long
always crying when left alone.
She hated small dark places
hated not having someone around
she was afraid of herself
her thought, her head.
People tried to help her
some spent 6 years trying to save her
but depression was rampant
self doubt was an everyday thing.
At nights when no one knew
she'd curl up into a ball
and finally let the past consume.
The stupid fool she let herself die
she could hide from her family
from her friends
but to those who truelly cared
who looked deep within her
they could see her suffering, her pain.
The things she didn't want exposed
the things she wallowed in every day.
And those who were willing to try to help
who stuck by her with every depressive bout.
Would end with knowing she was finally okay.
But no one has yet to be so lucky
the girl still haunted by many things.
Easily stressed the fool curls up to cry
and the few that could help say they'd give up or hide.
She needed someone open
who didn't hide everything
who always kept who they were apparant
didn't keep her out with walls.
She needed a true rock
someone to count on every day
or her depression
the haunting sensation
would never go away.
The Fallen Knight
Darkness loomed over the fallen knight in white
his battle for his princess had lost.
His bright white armor now tattered to end dented
what he had come for was gone.
Traveling a world of darkness
now will to fight the beasts
he let the kingdom fall to ruins
as he hid away in his keep.
As years go on the young knight turned old
by magic that was not his own
he stared up at the darkened sky
tears falling from his eyes.
His heart pained for the princess
the one who he had thought his true.
Who had been lost to the darkness
that now seemed to consume him.
Then suddenly a light from above
he sees what seems an angel.
Blinking twice he takes another glance
a peasant girl, dancing and singing.
Her grace was one without care
her face was one of heaven
Golden hair touched by Midas himself.
Staring with eyes who could not believe
he watched her dance
watched her play and enjoy.
And through these actions he can't help but smile.
This peasant was no mere peasant
a goddess to be sure
powerful and beautiful she ran to the fallen knight.
Pulled him to his feet and he felt himself grow young again.
Dancing, screaming and laughing in joy
he felt the darkness in his heart lift
his Princess had not left him as he thought
he had need to find her once more
in a girl he would not have saught.
Taking up his rusted sword
he held it to the sky
the rust fell away in flakes
and his armor suddenly shined.
The fallen knight
was fallen no more
no darkness encompassed him.
He was a man of strength and honor
and a man now driven by love.
As He Sleeps
His breath tickles my neck as he sleeps
and I lay staring at a wall.
I feel him shift and my heart flutter
as his arms wrap around my waist.
I feel that warmth well up inside me
but then it dies as I think about what he said.
He only had so long to live...
at the least 5 years at the most, we did not know.
Things had just started
my dream had begun to build
and fate,
as it always does,
snatches that very precious thing from me.
I feel that fear grip me as I think of it
and twist to look at his sleeping face.
But the moment I see him I smile
and it feels no matter what
I can get through.
The fear is great
I feel it constantly around me
like a great white circling waiting to strike.
But it's kept at bay by his presence
his words and his smile.
He knows he only has so long
but he lives so much for himself and others.
He is a man of men
one of heart no other has seen
and one of steel.
As I stare upon him sleeping
I am encompassed with a feeling so pure
I see the dark black wings of a fallen angel
of a being so pure, yet so pained...
And I know
I can never let him go.
Le Sigh
I feel my heart skip a beat
when I hear your voice in my ears
I feel myself smiling
when you are near.
There is never a need for you to speak
never an uncomfortable silence
each others presence is all we need
to feel the passion between us.
Is this it?
Have I finally found the man for me?
Is this how love feels?
But...
I also know there is a limit to this happiness
his death as doctors say is not too far off.
He has less years than anyone.
But here I am
I can not help but love him
and no matter his illness
his time to live
I feel I want to stay by him.
I am frightened that I can not handle it
but then he pops onto cam
as we are now states apart
I watch him play an online game
and I smile as there is no speech.
All I can think about is when he comes home
I can't wait for the day I can curl up in his arms.
and when the day comes
that he is taken away
and we have lasted with each other till then
I will thank the stars
for finally letting me have something good.
Fairy Tale
Deep in the forest
Where the wood Nymphs roam
Where a pixies mischief is unmatched,
there lay a dark tower
inside was trapped a girl
her tears unseen
her screams unheard
outside the towers was beautiful
inside the walls were cracked
the floors crumbling
and the curtains torn.
The girl was dirty
nothing was as it seemed
from the outside looking in.
Some would wander by
no door to enter
but a window to view.
Looking through they don't see ruins,
see the girl sobbing into her arms.
They see a princess flitting,
smiling and laughing
as though nothing in the world was wrong.
They would call out
she would turn, smile and wave
and they would leave
content with what they've seen.
Yet behind this charade
behind the magic that hid the truth
the girl wept and screamed
curled into a ball of pain.
She tried to cry out to those that passed
watching them smile at the facade presented
breaking more as she realized
that no one could see.
Then along came a prince
astounded at the beauty of the tower.
He looked through the window
saw the smiling princess
but something settled wrong within him.
Taking up his trusted sword
he struck the window,
the magic shattered
and inside he saw the dirty sobbing girl.
Stepping through the barricade into the truth
his motions were slow
non threatening and in the same comforting
as he wrapped his arms around her.
His words were gentle
kind and soothing
as he pulled her from that tower.
Now able to be seen
the prince helped her grow
he worked away her sadness
and soon the dirty girl
TRULY was a princess
smiling and laughing.
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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 20.01.2010
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This is written to all my friends who have gone through one crisis or another. As well to all my family who they themselves have pulled through dark times and stood behind me every step of the way.