As Plato says, all humans are watching shadows of the truest forms of life. These people who walk around me, they see these shadows, but they are the shadows that they make up for themselves. They don’t want to see the real truth so they block it out with visions of materialistic things. They should see what truly is around them and try to contribute for the better good of our world. Every little bit helps. Because just that small amount, be it money, love, kindness; it all makes a great difference. Not just those who they are contributing to, but those that are the contributors. People just don’t’ understand what they will/are doing for others. I wonder if they truly understood what would become of us. What would become of these evil shadows that we place in front of us. negative words, negative charges like hell they sink farther into the ground. Those who try, how are they different than you or I? How do they know what we do not. Why won’t they share with us share with us their joy? The people who are suffering every day, who do they not help for the better of their suffering. And with this a thousand wishes and faithful farewell, for I am among the few who wish to share my knowledge with other people- I will share and make the whole world rich.
A message sent
bullets torrential down pour
someone tells me
this is what is meant to be
jagged streaks of inspiration
a brainstorm
blocked be thunder
screaming I ran
down the clouds
the lake is both ways
I see it up in the sky
the reflection signs my death
sentence, I’m doomed
frequently he passes
sometimes he brightens moonlight
far from earth he duplicates
to meet in a new light
she is inspired, to doom
the world with her fairy tales
stories no one could
understand she needs life
stings like friendships’ knife
it hurts my heart
with the love of a hundred
thieves, they cry and it feels soothing
touch the light it’s cold
bathe in the warm shadows
hold the moon tightly to your lips
kiss away the sunshine
I swear
tonight I will cry, only
cause it’s human
I am not, not one
of you. I remember one day
I will help the world
Stay away from her
wind screams danger
crosses burn, fire heals
life goes on since she is
living. She is the storyteller.
love all that is fantasy
Where demons dance wildly
above clouds and heaven dwells in
earth. Heaven where the devil
is with his brilliant black wings
blacker than night
Hell where God is with his diminished
white halo and dust
what ever is born
and what ever will be is dust
Shame on the light
that shines above her head
It does not try to escape-- it
comes and goes, never goes away
Sink me softly in his arms, six
feet under the ground, but not
hell, heaven in me, I die in him
he sighs as he folds his cloak of dirt
around my body. I sigh as I realize
how much I am alive
doomed to rot in this black tomb forever.
HELP ME MOMMY
THERE IS A MONSTER FOLLOWING ME
I’M DROWINING
I’M FALLING OFF A CLIFF
THE BOOGEY MAN IS IN MY CLOSET
SNAKES ARE UNDER MY BED
THE DEVIL IS GOING TO KILL ME
I’M NOT DREAMING
THIS IS LIFE
SAVE ME PLEASE..
Is the water cold or is it red
Dreams are vivid or are they tasty
you are thinking or feeling
Shamed or cherry flavored
loved or green
do you understand the words
the alphabet is like water
deep and hard to understand
how it got here
Maybe if you looked you’d see that I’m not
crying
Maybe if you heard you’d hear I’m not
sighing
Maybe if you knew you’d know that I’m not
lying
Maybe if you cared you’d care that I am
dying
You want to look at me, I know
I can see your eyes
They reveal your secrets
They reveal your soul
so look... my eyes won’t hurt
“TO one in Paradise”
“And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams
in what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams”
The cask of Amontillado..
By the last breath of the four winds that blow I’ll have revenge upon Fortunado Smile his face I’ll say “come let us go I’ve a cask of Amontillado”
Sheltered inside from the cold of the snow Follow me now to the vault below Drinking the wine as we laugh at the time which is passing incredibly slowly,
(What are these chains that are binding my arms?) Part of you dies each passing day (Say it’s a game and I’ll come to no harm) You’ll feel your life slipping away.
You who are rich and whose troubles are few May come around to see my point of view What prince the crown of a king on his throne When you’re chained in the dark all alone.
(Spare my life only name your reward) Part of you dies with each brick I lay (Bring back the light in the name of the lord) You’ll feel your mind slipping away.
The moonlight reminded me of him. And when the lightning flashed the jagged streaks only served to light the soul in his eyes. And he gazed back at me with the stars in mind, he thinks I am the darkness. My shadows consume his mystery. I am a dark angel he speaks, someone in a different form escaped from all human vices for our short time together he feels my love. The lightning lights up my darkness and the thunder is tempo to our heartbeats. Shame divided our embrace, love can not conceal but he must leave for he is my other half and this the night light lives in darkness. I must wait for the next continuing storm to profess my love in his eyes I see his light lighting in the sky. Dark Secrets, dark soul entertwined for a few short hours as they watch in awe as our love flashes for each other. Maybe the storm settles now, but it will be back as sure as love, and as right as rain
Thirty thousand feet above earth
Crystal powers
And tiny light leaks
Pressing up against the painted sky
Eclipsed by thick wind
And lost in heaven
Want to put them in an air tight jar
Cosmic fireflies
And shooting light bulbs
Tell them and they just might hear
Your secret night dreams
And hidden wishes
Now try to play connect the dots
Our friend Orion
And there is the Lion
No one knows how many live
Just like your hair
Infinite strands
Want to be a superstar
Aristotle
and Galileo
So many friends I’ve never seen
Their spinning playground
Built in a vacuum
Always up there scraping the sky
Ready to fall through
but never will.
I’m not like you imagined me to be. You think I’m normal like every other person. But I can’t be normal when I have these thoughts. Maybe I kid myself. maybe I am normal but I try to be different and I can’t go one way or the other. I go to school, eat, sleep, breathe, and do everything that normal people do. But what can I do that hasn’t already been done? I can meditate, but it’s been done, I can study hard, but it’s been done, there is no possible solution. I want to be immortal, that has not been done, at least not that I can think of. I want to fly, I want to be invisible. I want to do so may things I just can’t help the way I feel. I want to change society, but no one will listen to a 17 year old girl. Someone give me strength to achieve my goals. I just don’t understand why I can’t fly, why I can’t live forever, why I can’t be invisible. Cause that is the way it is.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and
more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date
Sometime too hot the eyes
of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complextion
dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometimes
declines,
By chance or nature’s changing
course untrimm’d
But thy eternal summer
shall not fade
Nor loose possession of that
fair thou owest;
Nor shall death brag thou
wander’st in his shade,
When the eternal lines to time
thou growest
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.
“they don’t listen”
You stand and speak to ears that don’t listen
Do you realize why
Would you want to know if I
told you that they don’t appreciate
you
Tell us a story, but they don’t listen
They hear you but they don’t listen
they look at you but they don’t listen
Please repeat yourself while
they write it down
but they don’t care
they don’t care and they don’t
listen.
I spin my web of chains and
I spin my web of dreams
These who dream of my tale
will look at the stars tonight
Those who breathe will realize
the pain
The beating hearts’ emotions upon
the living ghosts
Cycles of flies fly around in their bowl
Millions of butterflies fly in
their jar
Keep the heart safe and sorry
It hurts, my child I’ll tell you
now
But you won’t listen because you won’t
learn
And you can hope but you won’t
try
to fly
to get away from the spoon
sinking in the bowl of cereal
Long time friendships swear like
bee stings
When nature dies who are we
that’s left
Who are we that watches us
our shapes and sizes all
insignificant,
moving but never moving to
here to there from hole to hole
never in between
to small, too new, too limited
repeat, repeat, repeat
until one day
snap
and we go down the hole
on to the spoon
into the glass ..pain, life, forever
“Being your slave, what should I do but tend
upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend
nor services to do, til you require.
“Nor dare I chide the world with out end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor I think the bitterness of absence sour
When you had bid your servant once adieu;
“Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of rought
Save, where you are and how happy you’ll make those
“So true a fool is love that in your will
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill”
Those people that you admire from watching them speak, listening to their words and their wisdom. That is who you fall in love with. Someone who intrigues your intellect. Someone whos knowledge will never dwindle. It will only grow and teach you what you do not know. The mere thought of wisdom is pretty. More beautiful than flesh. Knowledge is love. I could fall in love with a smart man.