Once Upon A Soul

A poem about child abuse.


A white lace dress-
tattered,
torn.

Saddle shoes so
faded,
worn.

A child's eyes-
how they
mourn

for love not met.
Know just
scorn.

Every curse they've
ever
said

weighs down her soul;
verbal
lead.

Innocent she's
born, then
bred.

Six years old with
no soul.
DEAD.

Free Will

A poem about choosing our own destinies.

(Author's note: My multiple-week hiatus was not exactly intentional. I have just been so busy with certain life dilemmas to find the time to sit down and compose a new poem; though I did come up with little stanzas here and there. But only this developed into a full-fledged piece of literary work.)


I man my own journey
on this, the path of life.
I, alone, shall navigate
these roads of joy and strife.

I shall walk these valleys
of shadow and of light
with just my heart as compass-
my guide through starless night.

I shall swim these seas
of pain, and lies, and hell,
and ride the waves of anger;
my soul against the swell.

I shall soar across these skies
of hope and endless promise
in my quest for higher truth
and a love that's pure and honest.

I am the captain of my destiny;
only I decide my calling.
It is I who dares to seize the chance,
and takes the risk of falling.

Forget Me Not...

My childhood best friend shall be marrying tomorrow, July 2nd, 2010. I will not be attending the wedding.


Alive in my soul
are all the words we spoke;
every lie we told,
and every heart we broke.

The memories dance
a waltz inside my head-
living as the sun glows,
though those years are long since dead.

I mourn the love we shared,
though you never seemed to grieve.
While you continued living
I continued to believe.

And I never let you go
in hopes that one fine day
you'd recall the gayest laughter
and your heart would surely sway.

But you put me from your mind,
and slept and dreamt so sound.
You shall don that white dress
whilst I'm nowhere to be found.