The soul mate and the flower
I was a seed that was planted in rough soil,
and the little seed had to be showed who it was.
The soul mate, took care of the seed and helped it to see it could be very special,
the seed was showed sunlight and the tears of joy.
The soul mate covered the seed and protected it
the little seed grew into a beautiful flower.
The flower is of every color and the color added to the beauty of the world.
The little flower kept blooming and never stopped. The colorful flower bloomed all the way to her heart.
The soul mate gave the flower it"s acceptance.
The soul mate knew everything the flower of the soils
what the soil is made of that made the flower so pretty.
the soul mate knew the way from the roots, to the channels of water pathway's,
to the center of the beauty
from the energy comes to the top of the plant,
to display and only the soul mate seen all the colors made special the soul mate cherished and the flower is beautiful.
To this day the lit
pillow of memoriesI still wake up from a deep sleep
and in my sleepy mind not awake yet
i reach for my nearest pillow to hold tight.
remembering you next to me laying next to me
and the fear of you not here awakens me, into the
memories that once was......
it a complete pain
pain of the energy to make it every day
pain of of a love i lost
pain that over takes my every waking.
every day strolling threw my life.
A walk threw my shoes is a life of torture.
Im never filled up, never complete
the things that fill my world is a withering roots of a dieing tree. The roots try to survive but life takes it away.
my world of hope my world of wanting and i live in a world of trying to be blessed but im tortured every day.
I feel punished, alone, and my body and mind acks for comfort.
I feel like a old weathered shoe that is being used to walk in.
The shoe cracking against the pavement being used until the day comes im no longer useful.
My abilities is love and caring but i have my life to live which drains it away.
My face hurts with tiredness, my mind cries for relief.
I feel my shoulders hold the world with all my concerns but where is it leading me?
Pain im in pain in my mind my soul and i cry every day for just 1 ounce o
leaf in my heartI will place you in my heart like a leaf blowing in the wind, as my heart beats the little leaf in my heart will float around loving you with every beat.
You made me beautiful to myself,
you made me pretty to my vision of me not for all the world but for myself,
you cared enough to know,
you cared enough to want to know,
you cared enough to let me see who i am through you love,
you understand me, and you love me know other way but for who i am,
you let me shine threw my inner beauty,
you made me see things i didn't know existed
you helped me to paint the world with more knowledge,
and still to this day you are thousands of miles away,
but you my dearest sit at the thrown of my heart forever more,
and you my dear one even though it will be eternity that we ever touch again,
you are my true love forevermore.
A unlit candle lay in the snow of unforgotten the wax depleted, the wick short and all is evaporated out of the jar of once warmth. The wick and the wax was overcome in the middle of the night, when no one was around, it was smothered out by the darkness, and the jar was left smoldering on the stove left empty and alone. The lit flame was a voice that pierced the night the words danced in the ears of life and was fed by a inner peace of love and completeness.
The little flame voice asked over and over again for friend ship to not be left alone, but no matter what the little flame did, or asked it was not heard. Life took turns and things changed but the little flame was a comfort it was lit over and over again, people taking what was needed, easy to take but hard to give back. The feeling left behind was of questions why? where do you turn alone, and who do you tell?
The little candle was throw-ed out into the cold snow bank feeling useless, icy cold, and nothing to offer. In the end t
Life and the leaf.
I came to this earth like a leaf in a pod.
I entered out of the womb like the leaf that began to grow.
Everyone loved to look at me, and they enjoyed the newness of the newly born child, just like we love to see the season change into spring.
I was taken care of from my parents, with love and nurturing, just like the little leaf that had sunlight, and water that helped to make it grow.
I was full of energy, and glowed with delight.
I grew into something beautiful, so young and full of dreams, like a leaf in the summertime, so green and full of life.
I lived my life working hard trying to do what is right, living on my dreams, and my beautiful vision of life, just like the leaf that was stuck in the sun, in the middle of August into summer sun, life was not perfect and i got bruised along the way. I began to see you have to be tough along the way.
I had a family, and i worked it seemed all day, just like the leaf that was part of a tree, standing beside the mother bird that fed her bab
SilenceSilence is more powerful than any word spoken.
Silence is the most expressive statement a human can make.
Silence can be read thru a persons eyes from across a room.
Silence is the truth or a lie.
Silence is your friend or your enemy.
Silence is a human watching observing your actions without a word.
Silence is wisdom.
Silence is a statement.
Silence is peace.
Silence is wonder.
Silence is inner acceptance.
Silence is a secret.
Silence makes decisions.
Silence is a virtue.
Silence is peace.
Silence bring thought.
Silence pain behind a smile.
Silence is the beginning or end to a storm.
Silence is a snail that moves along the ground.
Silence is the growth of a tree 100 years and passing.
Silence is the attack before a strike.
Silence is Creation growing inside a mothers womb.
silence is a the sun rays shining on the earth.
Silence is the is the words we tell our self's
Silence can be the most sensual touch.
I have learned that silence speaks louder than words, and holding your silence is
leafsSilently i fall to the earth.
silently letting you walk on by.
I lay there silently as i change from youth to old, my colors fading and my edges torn.
I let the rain fall upon my face and the mud cover parts of me.
I'm walked upon and pushed into the earths surface.
I was once looked upon as a welcoming season of change i was pretty to the eye.
Now i lay here as the season ends with mud upon my face, and pushed into the earth.
My outer appearance is torn and turned brown and now im not noticed anymore!
Dear Universe,Can you tell 16 year old me that I'm 20 now and I made it out alive. She won't know what you're talking about, but at least she'll know it's possible.
What do you believe in?Do you believe in God .I do. If you dont believe in God believe in yourself and love. Love can heal many wounds. Do you believe in hell. To me it is a state of mind but evil does exist . Do you believe in heaven. I do. We all shine on like the beautiful stars . The question is what did you do with your life?
Did you make a difference to someone. Money cant buy love but love can move mountains. Do you have faith in anything. Have faith in the power within your heart. Do you have hope? Hope for peace. Hope for a better world. I am a dreamer but I am unique. Think life is short friends . I i will live it each moment every second with awe and love. Love is the most powerful weapon use it with wisdom. Love with a honest heart and courage. Peace brothers and sisters. We are all a human family.
WeakSatan preys on the weakest of us.
He plagues the minds of the broken.
We who are torn in two
That is who he plunges his fangs into.
I Tried, DammitYou were
the right piece
for an old puzzle
and I broke you
trying to fit you
in a new one.
My knuckles are bleeding
and I'm screaming
at the top of my
but you're hemophobic
and too deaf to hear me.
Playing love, playing meWe'll smoke, drinking silence
Smiling gently, being nobodies
Here's to you and me,
Here's to this party
Pick a song, play me a life
Play me softly, without empty lies
Don't pretend, don't tell me no
Let me down gently, let me down slow
We smoke, cigarettes extraordinaire
We drink some whiskey, maybe wine
We get too close and then get some
We play some music, we get some fun
I hold my breath, swallowing smoke
You're playing my body, playing that song
Night is never ending
Night is never old
We get together
Getting some love
Mixing it with alcohol
Adding a little blood
But don't you stop
Play me all night long
And as long as you're playing
Nothing can go wrong
Sometimes Dead Girls Forget What Stars Look LikeThose nights insomnia catches up to me,
I imagine what the sky must look like and I count the stars
and I think, maybe they don't shine for us.
Maybe their glow is their way of crying "notice me,
I'm important and I can do good."
Perhaps they're searching for meaning in their life,
just the way we use them to search for our home across the ocean
and for a new world
and for something other than dead sea.
Maybe they're afraid of burning out
just like I'm afraid of burning down bridges and friendships
and maybe they think they're not good enough
that they could have been better,
that they could have been a sun or a planet
but they missed their opportunity.
I wonder if the stars live in cliques,
or if those constellations are their family members,
and I wonder if they ever get into fights with their parents
or run away from home
or write about it?
I bet the stars live like us,
but what would I know?
I'm just a dead girl from the grave,
and I haven't seen a star in decades.