St. Patrick's day meme

Dove (September 4th, 2011)

In a room full of cold,

A wounded dove shivers,

Her blood is colored gold,

And iced like winter rivers.

Furthermore she cries,

Desperately alone and barely alive,

She looks up into the starry night skies,

Only to hope that she will survive.

You and me

You and me,

We lay beneath the sycamore tree,

Like two peas in a pod,

You and me.

You play a tune for me,

I'll sing back lyrics or a melody,

We'll make music together,

You and me.

When the sun begins to set,

Dust off our clothes,

And together we will dance,

Beneath the sycamore tree.

There is a song I hear,

When you speak my name,

I'll listen close and careful,

My dear, I can see, just you and me.

She Writes

Smooth silver moonlight crept through the windows,

With iron bars there to be-still the girl.

Small innocent hands chained to the brick walls,

Shooting pains inside her brain making her fall in a curl.

A man was watching her closely,

Reading the expression in her face.

“Write another!” the man spat,

Foul smelling breath wafting, all with little grace.

Dissatisfaction wasn’t a pleasant thing,

Especially when it came to writing.

The girl always wrote for the man,

He always hated it, thus begins the fighting.

She did not mind it when he yelled,

No, she blocked all that out.

It was when he belittled her writing,

Then anger filled her to the brim, no doubt.

“You love to write, I see, but please, Love

Won’t you write something to satisfy me?”

The man’s words taunting her,

Daunting her to no end.

Writing was her passion,

She loved it with all her being,

But part of her was trapped,

And she could not see any sign of freeing.

She writes for the beholder of her beauty,

She writes for the faint whispers in the dark.

He knows that she feels such pain,

Even when her fabulous ideas spark.

October 17, 2011

Iridescent light,

 Suddenly fills your eyes,

  Every time I sigh,

   With undoubting wonder.

    I will live to see the day,

     When one finally sees me,

      My love, I have lived,

       Dreams forever mine to own.

        Your careful touch,

         Traces lines on my palms,

          They tell stories,

           Which only time may unfold.

            Please, please, please,

             Don't you ever feel down,

              If you do with most ease,

               I will always frown.

           If your love is true,

         And your heart beats fast,

      If you feel it within you,

   Then please know this:

Love will always last.

Fury

I’ve been cut down to the bone,
Things I’ve done will surrender,
To the faces unknown,
And the ones I remember.

Your lies cracked and broke,
You watched with smiles- watched me hurt.
All for what?
My best friend... You pervert!

With the fury of it all,
You’ll always be the one,
That I watch as you crawl.
I hope your games are done.

Goddess of a Thousand Words

She is standing on the edge of the world,
Calling out your name,

Turn to watch her go, but you’re always too late.
She is a goddess of a thousand words,

Each lyric pressed against your brain.

Hold her close, or she’ll disappear.

Sweetly singing her songs over,
And over again across the seas.