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.