froggygirl
Ex-Bluelighter
Okay, so, I wanna put some of my old poems up.. just for fun...
Fall Senses
The sweet amber sun of October,
rising over the hill's shoulder.
The sweet yellow sunflowers,
Asleep in their beds.
A single lonely flower swaying sadly in a nearby field.
The red rusted harvest soaks up the hot sizzling sun,
like a large cloth, dipped in boiling water.
The flirtatious leaves, flying south together,
Borne by blowing winds.
The sweet, sad season ends.
Soon, the frost comes,
Beginning a long, white, winter sleep.
Dreams
Silence fills the empty room.
A lonely candle
flickers from the whispers
of the soft wind.
Naked tree branches
dance
to the beautiful songs of crickets.
Lying in my soft warm bed
I dream
about dancing with the trees
while the cold wind
blows secrets through my body.
Alone,
I wait for the peaceful day
when I can fly away
free
on my own.
Mask of Life
I wear a mask
to hide the life
of what I really live.
Lies and tricks, to keep myself
sane from the world's little game.
I put up a mask
So no one can see,
My throbbing pain
and harsh misery.
But soon my true face,
Breaks away
Showing
What I really feel.
So I make a new mask,
With a bigger smile
To hide my true self.
Seeming almost too good,
My new mask has a fault.
The mask is weaker
And will soon crumble
Faster than before.
It makes my true face stronger,
So the pain and lies
Show more.
And my quivering soul,
Grows weaker
From the truth
That I hide.
My Perfect Dream
My perfect dream
is more of a nightmare
roaming the dark alone
My perfect dream
wakes me in the night
to tell me it's the one.
It shows me how to use the knife
to fight my life and win.
Slicing just right into the
Skin releasing the pain within.
My veins spilling their tears
Showing how to truly cry.
Slowly my body dies,
As my perfect dream,
Becomes my reality.
Inside the Emotions
Her desperate Emotions, flowing
Through her veins.
Her fearful tears, dripping
Down her soft round face.
She's lost in the frantic flow.
Her broken heart never to be mended.
She feels like she has been defeated.
Like she has lost the game,
the game of Life.
Her small, helpless soul,
wondering around.
No where to be, and no where to go.
Her heart is heavy, full of hatred and despair.
She is terrified, reaching out to the small bit of light.
To the small bit of Hope.
Hoping that someone will touch her and save her,
From the darkness that is engulfing her.
The light of Hope dims more and more every day,
But she won't ever close her eyes.
At least not until the light,
not until the Hope,
is gone.
Fall Senses
The sweet amber sun of October,
rising over the hill's shoulder.
The sweet yellow sunflowers,
Asleep in their beds.
A single lonely flower swaying sadly in a nearby field.
The red rusted harvest soaks up the hot sizzling sun,
like a large cloth, dipped in boiling water.
The flirtatious leaves, flying south together,
Borne by blowing winds.
The sweet, sad season ends.
Soon, the frost comes,
Beginning a long, white, winter sleep.
Dreams
Silence fills the empty room.
A lonely candle
flickers from the whispers
of the soft wind.
Naked tree branches
dance
to the beautiful songs of crickets.
Lying in my soft warm bed
I dream
about dancing with the trees
while the cold wind
blows secrets through my body.
Alone,
I wait for the peaceful day
when I can fly away
free
on my own.
Mask of Life
I wear a mask
to hide the life
of what I really live.
Lies and tricks, to keep myself
sane from the world's little game.
I put up a mask
So no one can see,
My throbbing pain
and harsh misery.
But soon my true face,
Breaks away
Showing
What I really feel.
So I make a new mask,
With a bigger smile
To hide my true self.
Seeming almost too good,
My new mask has a fault.
The mask is weaker
And will soon crumble
Faster than before.
It makes my true face stronger,
So the pain and lies
Show more.
And my quivering soul,
Grows weaker
From the truth
That I hide.
My Perfect Dream
My perfect dream
is more of a nightmare
roaming the dark alone
My perfect dream
wakes me in the night
to tell me it's the one.
It shows me how to use the knife
to fight my life and win.
Slicing just right into the
Skin releasing the pain within.
My veins spilling their tears
Showing how to truly cry.
Slowly my body dies,
As my perfect dream,
Becomes my reality.
Inside the Emotions
Her desperate Emotions, flowing
Through her veins.
Her fearful tears, dripping
Down her soft round face.
She's lost in the frantic flow.
Her broken heart never to be mended.
She feels like she has been defeated.
Like she has lost the game,
the game of Life.
Her small, helpless soul,
wondering around.
No where to be, and no where to go.
Her heart is heavy, full of hatred and despair.
She is terrified, reaching out to the small bit of light.
To the small bit of Hope.
Hoping that someone will touch her and save her,
From the darkness that is engulfing her.
The light of Hope dims more and more every day,
But she won't ever close her eyes.
At least not until the light,
not until the Hope,
is gone.
