Blue

Your love is blue, like ocean,
crashing down in waves.
Sometimes rough;
sometimes calm.
It's beauty never-resting.

21st Century Cinderella

Not a very good one. But it's new, and I wrote it off the cuff.


Who is the master of my soul?
To whom am I enslaved?
Who whips my spirit bloody
til my morals are decayed?

Who is the captain of my mind?
Who controls my thoughts?
Who chains me as intelligence
just wears away and rots?

Who is the ruler of my body?
For whom am I tied down
as my remaining innocence
just drifts away and drowns?

Catherine

A poem I wrote, inspired by the 1949 Olivia de Havilland classic "The Heiress."



A single tear I shall not shed;
you warrant not my grief.
Though nightfall found my spirit numb,
the morning brought relief.

You dropped the world upon my heart
and crushed it 'neath the weight.
But when you gathered sense enough,
repentance came too late.

My soul does not still pine for you;
my being does not ache.
My conscience does not mourn for you.
Just wind blows in your wake.

No longer do I fall to you-
I, now, stand on my own.
I won't forsake my pride for you.
I'd rather be alone...

Post-Mortem

Mine own soul amongst these shadows;
silence, my lone friend.
Though my heart doth craveth sunlight,
darkness be the end.

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.

Miss Scarlett Finds Salvation

I was unable to post over the weekend because I was not home or near a computer. So I deeply apologize for having missed my deadline. The following poem is about my finally breaking free from the fear and control that have left me paralyzed for years.


The sun breaks up this endless night,
and wakes a soul still sleeping.
The birds sing as the day grows bright,
and silence all the weeping.

The sky is kissed with clouds of white;
hope permeates the air.
Her eyes burn as they meet the light;
the tears she does not spare.

Freedom grips her being
as salvation floods her veins.
She's stepped out from the shadows,
alas she bears no chains.

Forever Friends

"You're my only true friend. I love you."

I loved you, too.



Time does not stand still,
no matter strength of will.
And as the months and years do fade,
a love it surely kills.

These bonds were once so strong;
the road we traveled, long.
And though the memories shall last,
I can't speak for the song.

The sweet, poetic truth
accompanied by youth.
Though age shall lace our world with lies,
illusions still can soothe.

The image held so dear
of a loved one once so near
has shattered with the weight of time;
reality is clear.

In you I placed my trust,
but that faith has turned to dust.
I'm clothed in pain and drenched in shame
from my platonic, heartfelt lust.

My love had never wavered;
when it soured, you had flavored
it with thick, sweet honey,
that I slowly sipped and savored.

But your supply has now run out
and I, without a doubt,
can see just who you really are
thus dwindling your clout.

These chains by which you held me
have broken, and I'm free.
And though this shall surely hurt at first,
it's for the best. You'll see.

Melanie

A poem inspired by Melanie Wilkes (who dies after complications following a miscarriage), a character from my favorite film, "Gone With the Wind."

Uninteresting tidbit: I look exactly as Melanie is written to appear in the novel. LOL. I have a great deal of pride in that... ;)


A face, once young and hopeful
now lined with morbid truth.
Her smile sweet but doubtful-
a far cry from her youth.

Gone are days of innocence
and carefree naivete.
For yesteryear's blind ignorance,
a price she'll have to pay.

The world she knew has tumbled down,
just ash beneath her feet.
The once-rich earth a deadened mound-
the remnants of defeat.

All that's left is faith and love;
she clings to these with vigor.
She kneels and prays to God above,
hoping fortune it shall trigger.

Her faith has never wavered
through sleet, and rain, and hail.
The happiness, she's savored,
though the memories grow stale.

Her life she gave in total vain,
in hopes of youth renewed.
Though fear runs through,
her soul is calm, her spirit is subdued.

Her final words, unselfish-
still guiding souls yet found.
Though her voice does gently quiver,
it is peaceful in it's sound.

Her last life's breath is met with tears
as loved ones say goodbye.
A woman who has lived so well,
unjustly now must die.

The moonless night comes to a close;
they lay her down to sleep.
The death of one last fragrant rose.
For her, the south shall weep.

A Walk One Summer Night

I have no explanation for this one...


I was walking in the midnight breeze;
the moon was hidden by the trees.
The air was thick with summer heat,
but grass was cool beneath my feet.
The crickets chirped their twilight song,
and bullfrogs ribbited along.
A wolf was howling toward the stars
that glittered and glistened from afar.
Lightning bugs danced through the sky;
I counted seven pass me by.
The smell of flowers filled my nose-
lilies, petunias, perhaps... a rose?
Complacent, relaxed, content was I
as each moment passed me by.
These summer walks I hold so dear;
'tis then my heart and mind are clear.

Blind, Deaf, and Mute

A poem about society, and the fear of reformation.

We shall speak no evil,
for the cost is much too high.
There are things we dare not say;
instead we spread a silent lie.

We shall hear no evil,
for we fear the hefty price.
To listen is to gamble-
we refuse to toss those dice.

We shall see no evil,
for that purchase bears a tax.
To see is to acknowledge
so instead we turn our backs.

Though no one speaks, it's true.
And though we don't see, it's there.
While we are deaf, they're screaming;
the disease is everywhere.

It's time that we come forward,
for this moment calls for change.
Let's list the veil together;
and, as one, let's rearrange.

What Ever Happened to Scarlett Mae?

This one really needs no explanation. Screw siblings.


Sister, sister, oh so fair-
I wonder if you even care.
I clipped my wings so you could fly;
you batted not a single eye.

Instead you find it in your heart
to tear my every act apart.
It seems as I'm not good enough
for your thoughts, your words, but most your love.

Was I too crazy in my head?
Am I maybe better off as dead?
Or was my tongue to filled with acid
for you to taste the honey?

You value nothing that I do-
the sacrifices made for you.
And when the tables surely turn,
a lesson you will fin'ly learn.

But til that time I'll keep the peace,
knowing that your reign shall cease.
No longer shall you govern me;
no mater what, I'll soon be free.

Waiting

I was supposed to post Friday, but was not home. I could have posted yesterday, but was too busy working and cleaning. So I shall post today, though I am unprepared. I have nothing new, so I will make this a "Throwback Week." I am presenting you with a poem I wrote during my Freshman year in high school. It's Called "Waiting," and it's about Drs. House and Cuddy, from the FOX series "House." It's written from Cuddy's point of view.

I try to bend without breaking-
I'm trying not to shatter.
These smiles I am faking-
they never seem to matter.

And I reach just to touch your hand,
but you fade into the moonlight.
I'm waiting for tomorrow and
I'm waiting the sunlight.

Though you're numb
to who I've become,
I wait right here for you.
Oh, I'm waiting...

Scarlett

A poem I wrote about following your heart. I chose the title "Scarlett" because that's the name I want to change my own to. So the poem is basically about me. It's quite short, and a work in progress. I still have pretty epic writer's block. Just bear with me, y'all.


So many paths from which to choose-
so many destinies.
Should she follow what's within her heart
or those she longs to please?

So many paths to take or leave-
a road of twists and turns.
A tangled web she's sure to weave
if she should strive for what she yearns.

Brand New Eyes

I have found it quite troublesome, the task of writing a poem for my soon-to-be-blind friend. So what I have brought you is my best effort. My friend said that this burden has prompted her to rediscover her faith in God and start attending church again. This poem is about how losing her vision has renewed her spirit in a way. It's called "Brand New Eyes."


Look your eyes to the Heavens,
and open your heart to His love.
Anything is possible
when it's left our Lord above.

Spread out your palms, receive Him,
and He shall smile 'pon your face.
Do not deny, believe Him
and you shall relish in His grace.

Your soul may be wary,
but shed not a single tear.
For He is here to carry
you in times of loss and fear.

So worry not of what's to come,
for He will catch you should you fall,
Fear not the lonely nights,
for he will find you when you call.

This newfound faith runs through you,
and replinishes your soul
before damnation may undo you
and consume your spirit whole.

And though colors may be fading
into shadows, into light;
His love has prompted you to see
this world through brand new eyes.

The Strongest Woman I Know

I would like to dedicate this week's post to a very important friend of mine. I will not give her name, for the sake of protecting her in case anyone who knows who she is comes across this. But this friend of mine makes me grateful for the things I have. She has gone through a turbulent childhood, sexual abuse, a failed marriage, heroin addiction, and now the Lord has placed another obstacle along her path- she is going blind. While most people who have gone through half of the troubles she has faced would sit solemnly, feeling sorry for themselves, she lives for the best in life. She doesn't let her scars hold her back; she is a loving person, and she is always willing to help a friend in need. She has embraced the roadblocks she has faced, and in the wake of losing her vision she has learned to see the world with brand new eyes. Obviously that is a figure of speech. Knowing this woman has taught me to not feel sorry for myself. She is proof that, although I have faced considerable challenges in my few years, my life could be so much worse. I am grateful to call her my friend, and for the lessons she has taught me. She truly is the strongest woman I know. Unfortunately I don't have a poem prepared tonight and on top of that I'm really sick and extremely busy trying to clean. I will hopefully have something prepared by tomorrow night when I get off work.

Appreciate the things with which you are blessed; you never know when your life will change for good.

Please keep my friend in your prayers, for their is still hope that she can regain her vision with time and the proper medical care.

Curtain Call

I do not feel.
My mind is racing.
My heart beats like a drum.
I search my soul,
I part my lips;
But forth do no words come.
My spirit blank,
my being crushed,
I've lost all will to live.
I have no strength,
no point in life...
What have I to give?
A million ways
to end the show,
one dramatic final scene.
I cannot choose,
I can't decide,
the one befitting me.
To bleed would be
too gruesome-
'Twould stain my porcelain skin.
A thund'rous boom,
a bullet wound,
belies the quiet war within.
But to close the act
with too much
of a gratifying thing,
to bid the world
adieu as such
is a feat of which to sing.
With grace, yet without
dignity,
the curtains finally close.
And I shall lie
forevermore
in beautiful repose.

Freeze Frame

I feel really bad about not posting last night. But I was slammed with slave labor, and out-of-sorts as it was. To top it off, I must give all credit to a serious case of writer's block for the briefness of this week's piece. Brief as in four lines. But here it is:

Not by weakness,
but by will,
I gave you my heart
and time stood still.

Apocalypse

I wrote this for someone in whom I put much faith. My ignorance caused me to be blind to their flaws. But now that Ihave come to see them for who they are, I am overwhelmed with dissapointment. The literal definition of the word "apocalypse" is "the lifting of the veil." So that explains the title. Personally, I hate this poem. I wrote it on the fly and it's all I have for this week. Sorry.

Such the babe, I bought the lie-
ill-constructed alibi.
Angelic face built to belie
the empty crevace deep inside.

Young, naive, I trusted you.
A guiding light, you saw me through
my darkest hours 'neath the moon,
to dawning sun and skies so blue.

But now the clouds are turning gray,
your angel wings begin to fade;
pernicious every word you say.
An entity no longer staid.

My mind is blank, my heart is numb;
for you, I've ceased to feel.
The time to lift the veil has come.
The truth shall be revealed.