The Autumn of Our Souls

While we were waiting for the Winter, wondering,
Our minds wandered to old cold and bitter things,
Darkened by the unforgotten signs left behind
By long since dethroned kings and queens.

And while we whisper through the wonder of the Fall
Wowed by the fit and fill, strength of kiss and thrill
Seasons past sweep us through the crashing of it all...
The consecrated crowns harshly smashed at will.

The end of Summer brought together a cool breeze
Through sticky weather, we met and were surprised
That such a palace could be as which we surmised
Not forgetting the old brought lies, fear, and disguise

Spring was a sick and spindly thing, remiss of warmth
pushed to a new land, expelled from kingdom old
Not yet met, we reflected near family hearth
gazing at a future we assumed, holds only cold

But once, if only if, we stay and wait for winter.
We will realize scars are harsh, dark and deep.
But we have promises to keep, miles to fulfill
And we will wait for winter's will.

Together still.

One & Only

The girl that wears glasses.
The girl that lightly snorts & giggles.
The girl that is crafty & resourceful.
The girl that can help you with something.
The girl that is humorous, & makes you giggle.
The girl that is confident, yet shy.
The girl that likes to get hands on dirty.
The girl that likes to fix things.
The girl that loves to cook.
The girl that nerds out.
The girl that loves to sing & dance, when No ones looking.
The girl that is slightly ticklish.
The girl thats adorable and accepting.
The girl that has your Heart.
The girl that decides to keep it all inside.

No Air

Tightening.

Gasping.
Suffocation.
Deprivation.
Clenching.

Reaching.

Desperation.
Humiliation.
Isolated.
Cut off.
Marooned.
Can't Breathe.
Can't find Air.
No Relief.
Oxygen.
Gone.
Hope.
Shattered.
Despair.
Imminent.
Danger.
System Failure.
Life Over.
Death Now.

Introspection

Deep in the place where good things reside
lies the darkest, smallest festering wound.
Derived from the best of intentions,
A shit road paved in gold.
Despair and doubt take hold
encompassing the only good left.
Eating it alive,
in return,
making me the living dead.
I was once a shell of my former self,
and slowly as the cycles of the moon change,
I began to find myself again.
Growing, learning, living, loving.
Once love had found me
it seems,
everything bad melted away, into nothing.
So I thought.
The hollowness I once felt,
that I thought was gone, has started to make itself known,
yet again.
Self sabotage and self defeating actions are choosing my paths,
without my permission.
You cannot control what you didnt create,
yet this darkness that manifests within me,
is of my own, a part of me.
I look to love to help relieve the hurt and sadness.
But it just looks right back at me blankly.
Did I not feed it enough, nurture it enough?
Will I always be doomed to fail, even when I have every chance to succeed.

True Words

there is so much movement these days.and we are but fractions of time in other people's lives.
i'd like to get caught up.with all thats getting missed.but everyone else is moving just as fast, if not faster.
the finish line isn't as important anymore, if your missing all the scenery.



M.D.P.G.

TANGLED

Like a moth drawn to light, I am drawn to you.
Trapped in your web, I am caught.
Wrapped up in your finest silk,
An intricately woven trap of pleasures unknown.
Waiting to be eaten up and devoured with the most selfish intentions.

Patterns

Patterns, new & old.
Some patterns were born into you.
Others were created.
Falling into bad patterns weakens us,
While good patterns can better us.

Isnt it a bit cruel & dickish
that things that are bad for Us,
make Us feel the most good..
Only to possibly devour Us later on?


I protest this, right now!
Does it really have to be like that?
Im setting out, making a mission of it.
"Bad" things wont devour Me.
I will get "good" where ever I want.
I will make "bad" things real "good."