Sunday, February 27, 2011

Demons

He slayed my demons
He broke through the shell. 
He took away the nightmare. 
Replaced them with dreams. 
His arms were around me,
Even when he wasn't there.
Used to pain and denial
Of betrayal and dispare. 
Something new,
Is a little scary. 

Artist eye

I look through the world 
With an artists eye 
Pen in hand
Notebook always by my side
A world of colors
Always black and white
I see the world 
Through pen and paper
Through words and lines
With secret meanings

Drama

Drama filled, 
Words of hate. 
Things said, 
That you wish,
You could take back. 
Boyfriends lost,
Friendships broken. 
Somethings,
Are best left unsaid. 
Others,
Need to be said to your face. 
Somethings big,
Somethings small. 
Sometimes,
You need to forget it all. 

Thursday, December 3, 2009

sorry

okay, sorry i havent posted in 4 ever. but later this week i will get on it. or so i think i will. ill try my best....lifes just a little bit out of control.

Friday, September 18, 2009

put it all together

whisper,
and the words will come.
speak,
and they will be heard,
listen,
and youll get a response.
think,
and you'll figure out there meaning.
consintrate,
and youll put it all together.

i made this a long long time ago but just found it the other day. hope you like it.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

umm....

i dont have a clue what this ones will be called, but then again that isnt to unusall for me. :)

What worlds await us
We’ll never know
What’s meant to be seen
Will stay hidden
A voice will not always be heard
Lost in the distance
Remaining unnoticed
The voice in are head
Will slowly die
Becoming
Forgotten
What lies ahead
We might never see
It may stay hidden
It may not come back
It is for the good
Or maybe for the bad
Only time will tell
But only if it’s on are side.


tell me what you guys think!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

hope that fades

Memories are slowly forgotten
Pictures begin to fade
The light becomes dim
A wish is lost
Hope slowly slips away
Becoming a light in the distance
Till it is no more
But only a memory
Until we question,
Was it even real?
And then start to give it up
Thinking it only as a story
A tall tale
A myth
Then its just gone
The memory is lost
Theres no picture to fade
The lights gone out
There is no wish
Hope is gone
Forgotten completely
Lost forever
no more.

its a little on the sad side. but i still like it.
let me know what you think