Little doves under the tree
Little doves what shall I be?
Great big tree that shelters them,
Is my future very grim?
Do you see a rich young man
Do I get lots of land?
Don’t look too far in my past
That there lurks a bad romance
Little doves, great big tree,
Tell me now what shall I be?
Category: Poetry
rain
Listen to the rain,
Music to the ears
The sky pours out
Her tender tears
That all us mortals
Woe begotten
And full of grief
Are not forgotten
By the passing time
For always it hears
The sobbing tears
Of the wailing sky.
the lie and the truth
Death is like a wide, open sky
All friendly and inviting,
Such a well hidden lie.
take it back
I wish I could take back our very first meeting
Wash the memories from the walls and try again
For in my mind I cannot help keep repeating
That I did not make the best impression then.
If I could redo things, I would ask you questions
And you’d do the talking ’cause I have nothing to tell
I wouldn’t tell you how I feel, or how I go through hell
I am shaking
My soul quivers
Fear is an overwhelming
Swollen river
Desperately
I await a cure
But deep down
I fear there is no way
I am cursed forever
Bound to pain for
All my days
longing now for rest
I am so exhausted, longing now for rest
This pain behind my eyes is a marching drum
Dragging me towards the blankets of my bed
Where now my body begs me to lay my head
To close my eyes, to sleep forever to succumb
Yes, I am so bone-tired, stripped of every joy
Life feels worn and pointless, like a rusted toy.
With aching muscles, a smile I give
But it is dusty and strained from lack of use
More often with frowns, my face I abuse
just for you
I can see you’ve been crying,
So come over here, let me hug you.
You’ve had a rough week,
Perhaps a rough month
Or maybe you’re whole life is pain.
Let me hug you and ask you a question or two.
That on my mind have been weighing.
What Sisters Do
What are sisters and why love them, you wonder.
Well, I’ll explain as best I can, as I have quite a number.
According to science a sister is a female
With the same parents as another individual.
But that definitions a shame, really it completely fails
To show you what a sister truly is, she’s a miracle.
My sisters, well yes my bloodkin, are so much more
They’re the support beams holding me high enough to see light
They’re the candles that burn through my darkest night
And I love them.
Continue reading “What Sisters Do”searching for my soul
Surrounded by this dark shroud
Created in my mind
Living in a dark cloud
Search but never find
overthinker
I am what you might call an overthinker
I spend my nights awake, staring at the ceiling
Tracing thoughts on the walls, letting my fingers linger
Over the memories the pale purple paint is concealing
Till the world is faded to deepest black
And sleep overpowers my brain at long last