10-20-10

One marvolous wonderous glorious year
I win my dear I win my dear
You said i couldn't do it, i told u that i would
and now look at how happy we are

The lond distance part sucks, im not gonna lie
but it cannot be helped
The time passes slow when we are apart
and far to quickly when we are together

So lets treasure every heartbeat
Every little moment
Every tear, Every breath
Every smile every laugh

Im not going anywhere
You best get use to this idea
I don't care how long, I will prove to you
that i have exactly what it takes

I am yours and you are mine
You told me this long ago
It couldn't be more truer than it is now
You have me mind body and soul

I will wait, as each
minute, hour, day
week month year passes
and when u return, I will be waiting

You can't get rid of me,
Im stuck with you
But your also stuck with me
so count your blessings

I love you more
everyday
I promise you
For me, its will always be this way.

Bleed Bright Colors

I am beautifull

outside like most but also inside

i have a metalic point

and bleed bright colors

i write elequent words

and create legends

I dance across paper

like im in a ballet

but too soon

i no longer bleed

i no longer dance

or create

I am a pen

held in the hands of an artist.

~9-19~

Rogue River Memories

Jumping across the white rocks of the rogue river I veer into another direction
up the nearest boulder
Standing on top gives me the best view.
many dark trees.
fathers standing waist high in water, catching the salmon.
I see the dark sky and feel the rough wind.
Im chasing her
Paige
Shes a fast runner
laugh
silently
agreeing to play a new game
now we are indians sharpening our spears
gathering drift wood
dusk is here
time to leave
wipe the mud off our faces
eagle swoops into the river catching a fish
they call me back and
once again
I am me.

In the Dark

9-20-06

she lays alone,

in the dark the silence closes in

a faithful dog lays at her feet,

a single tear rolls down her cheek,

she turns left, and to the right

a cold, cold fear, grips her tight

She knows at last the time has come

she hears a whisper, her faithful dog wimpers

He too knows the time is come

he lay awake, his time is done

He feels two small arms around his neck

he feels a small tear wet his head.

He is old, his time is come

She is young, her time just begun

With a small whimper, as his last breath

a small voice crys out, a cry of death

He sees her there, crying for him

his spirit engulfs her, he gives her a kiss

the girl feels it, lightly on her cheek

slowly rising she pats his head

she meets her parents at the door

they too know that he is gone

together they weep in the dark.

Two angels

8-11-08

sitting alone, in the dark

a disturbing thought, made deaths mark

my two loves, forever lost

only a memory, like morning frost

the first so fair

too kind, books to share

the second so strong

always there, never wrong

my two angels, loves of my life

withought them im lost full of grief and strife

i tell them my worries, they promise to stay

how can i be sure they will never fade away?

Ice Cold Grave

She's standing on a bridge, on a dark cold night,
there are no lights
The wind blows her hair, the snow begins to fall,
her skin becomes pale
Her heart grows cold, she looks around once more,
her eyes are dark
The ice water below her, calls her name.

She whispers a single word, balancing on the rail,
a cold fear grips her
She sees him coming, she was waiting for him,
he's running toward her calling her name

Her heart begins to thaw, she moves to step down,
the rail is icy
her foot, its slips, her cold hands let go,
and she falls, to the dark below.



He reaches the rail,
too late is he,
he cries her name,
crying at her ice cold grave.

~9-20-06~

Staring at the Stone

She sits alone,

Staring at the stone.

The name engraved,

The flowers around.

20 years to live,

went by too fast.

her memories,

forever will last.

A white mist,

sitting alone.

Staring at,

the old grave stone.

Slowly other,

figures form.

Only they,

come to mourn.

The time they waited,

forever will haunt.

Their souls will wanter,

forver in want.

Want of a life,

not to taint.

As if to cover,

with a paint.

hiding the fears,

forever more.

never again,

knock on that door.

They will wish for a life,

free of strife.

Wishing for no knowledge,

of their past deeds.

ever wishing,

to be freed.

on a grave,

yellow flowers.

in a cave,

hold the powers.

If the flowers,

were to die.

Then the power,

would be gone forever.

The souls would be free,

to roam the land.

And the earth would crumble,

the people turn to sand.

This is the balance,

that must be held.

Or chaos would rule,

and good would be gone.

She sits alone,

Staring at the stone.

The name engraved,

The flowers around.

20 years to live,

went by too fast.

her memories,

forever will last

~10-26-06~

Dying Inside

A single tear, falls from my eye

my fist pounds, on the locked door

as my knees, hit the stone cold floor

the room feels like ice.

My heart, it shatters

my fists are now, bloody red

my skin it feels like ice.

My voice grows hoarse, my breath becomes ragged

I've been dying inside since you left.

~9-19-06~

((Just a little side note. This is one of the first poems I ever wrote my freshmen year. Yes, it is very rough and could use a lot of revision, but I keep it like this as a reminder of how much better i've become the longer I write.))

2-28

She sits in the grass

watching black clouds pass

waiting for the day

she no longer has to pay

she has lied

she has cried

rolling down a hill

she remembers the one she killed

she stops at the ledge

peeps over the edge

down below the water crashes

into the rocks deepest gashes

unsteadily, she gets to her feet

staring at the water deep

It's only a game

not played for fame

she takes a deep breath

not ready for death

the water calls

she's scared to fall

scared to die leaping for the sky

the wind pulls gently

the rocks below are plenty

in the wind, her dress doth sway

on it not a single fray

Her skin now white

eyes no longer bright

with her last breath

she prepairs for death

playing his game she whispers his name

slightly foreword doth she lean

slipping on the wet, wet green

the wind is her brace

as water meets her face

no longer, can she breath

as the water starts to squeeze

slowly she closes her eyes

knowing she is about to die

in the dark she sees his face

next to him she takes her place

once again, she is glad

never again to be mad

with her prince once again

this is how her life ends.