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.