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Ray of Hope (Depression hurts!)
Gloomy days and shades of grey,
promises long forgotten.
Words of pain leave scars that stay,
choices were ill-begotten.
Rays of sun obscured by cloud,
darkness overwhelms the light.
Stinging darts thrown by the proud,
add misery to my plight.
searching for truth
hunting for proof
praying for sun
praying for sun...
Clouds depart, a ray of hope,
softness instead of what's cruel.
Hope is renewed, helping me cope,
sun sparkling bright like a jewel.
Depression cuts like a knife,
carving up pieces of heart.
I need something more from life,
desperate to make a new start.
needing true love
like hand in glove
wanting to please
dreaming of more
windswept summer days that never end
flowers that bloom and never die
hallowed paths to tread lightly
happy smiles deep inside me
happy smiles deep inside
What if things were different than they now appear to be?
Wouldn't it be awesome if the seas were made of tea?
I wonder what it'd be like if the sands were shades of gray,
would the people visit still and would the children play?
I'll bet that if the birds could speak they'd say a thing or two!
What if a fish could whistle or could hum a tune for you?
Imagine how you'd feel if you could breathe under the sea,
or could fly up through the clouds and meet a hawk, or maybe three?
If I had a paintbrush big enough to paint the sky,
I'd paint it emerald green and leave the whole world wondering why.
The grass I'd color purple and the clay I'd change to blue.
Think of all the fun things we could think and say and do!
Wouldn't it be something if a child could stop a war?
And wouldn't you be stunned if hunger plagued the earth no more?
How grateful we would be to celebrate diversity.
How happy I would be to share with you my shady tree.
The TravelerI've traveled to worlds unseen, I've flown to places unknown
witnessed wonderful things
rode a horse with blue wings
My time machine is my friend, strange things to me have been shown
no one's been here before
been to many new shores
I pray this fun never ends, 'least not until I am grown.
It's lonely out here in space, just me in my small tin can
I so long for a friend
a true heart that would blend
If only I had a pal, together we'd share a plan
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Dancing on the Moon
i asked you once if you'd like to dance
you were seventeen with braces and gangly limbs
me a year older with a zit on my nose the size of everest
you took my hand that night and we danced to stairway to heaven
i stepped on your toes about two-thirds through, but you never let on
and we danced...
our wedding day was surreal
the band was lousy, the cake was dry
your mother kept giving me that smirk
it's the same one i got the first time i met your parents
but when i took your hand for the first dance all i could see was you
and we danced...
we tried for years to have children
dreams fade when the universe seems to be against you
we celebrated our twenty-fifth on a luxury cruise
we partied like it was nineteen ninety-nine
the band played our favorite song
and we danced...
old and gray and you've gone away
the wind still whispers your name
i avoid the places we used to go, it's too much
loneliness is the greatest curse of all, death on two legs
but at night i gaze at the moon and i swea
Have you ever?Have you ever loved so much it hurt?
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
Invasion!the sun grows dark/the moon blood red
on a windswept day in June
a howling bark/men filled with dread
a foreboding sense of doom
on high above/an orb-like disk
obscures the clouds above me
like hand in glove/I take the risk
onto the streets I make free
extend my hand/results unsure
I wait for an unknown sign
I have no plan/they set the lure
the ramp looking so benign
afraid to go/the lure withdrawn
I shiver where I'm standing
a cold wind blows/now crack of dawn
I wonder when they're landing
I look again/bright light on high
their laser spotlight on me
my head's a'spin/I start to cry
then extend my final plea
the message clear/inside my head
destruction upon us looms
the thing we fear/under the bed
the monster inside our room
the earth no more/a rock in space
they felt we had it coming
they left our shores/without a trace
the end of mankind - numbing
What's in a name?
When a child is born no one can see,
what sort of person she'll turn out to be.
Is her future set in stone by past history,
can it be determined by the family tree?
When a child is born she's given a name,
a name that when new is free from all blame.
But when she gets older will she still be the same,
or will she cause her parents much suffering and shame?
When a child is born the parents rejoice,
to create a new life is clearly a choice.
But when she grows up will she raise up her voice
against hatred and war and bias with poise?
When a child is born nobody can know,
just what's in store, how the future will go.
But if she is cherished so her spirit can grow,
her name may then honor those who love her so.
Beauty and the Sea
We met on a warm summer eve,
the night sky filled with a billion stars.
When her hand touched mine life began!
As we gazed at the moon she unexpectedly
asked me to dance. Barefoot on the sandy
beach, the breeze gently blowing through
her hair, Andromeda in her eyes.
I knew in that moment that my life would
never be the same.
She spoke of her love for the sea,
and I listened intently as she recounted
endless happy days spent with her father,
sailing and sunning; living free.
How I adored the sound of her voice,
the animated way in which she spun her tales.
How I wished with all my heart that this
night would go on.
summer days that never end
moonlit nights forevermore
starry skies filled with hope
She asked me to name a star after her.
I picked the biggest and brightest and said:
"There you are my dear Katie, high above the earth,
shining over vast seas of aquamarine."
do you miss me Katie?
do you dream about me?
Why can't people live forever?
Why must they leave, ne
To my friendsFar away
Friends of mine suffer
People I've never even met
Not in person at least
But I care
And so do they
I know there's not much I can do
To help them
But they can always count on me
And I can count on them
For advice and support
Knowing that someone cares
Listening to their kind words
Already helps a lot
That kills you
And there is
In a brief
Haikus from the moon
Sad grin on the moon
Steaming ruins on Earth's surface
This world is dying -
Sourire triste sur la lune
Des ruines fumantes sur la surface de la Terre
Ce monde se meurt -
Lighted by the stars
How impatient Nature is -
A camellia blooms
Éclairé par les étoiles
La Nature est si impatiente -
Un camélia éclos
Cold tears falling down,
In front of her mother's grave
Even time has stopped
De froides larmes qui tombent,
Devant la tombe de sa mère
Même le temps s'est arrêté
.i can't give you
but i can birth you
with my eyes instead,
pray to him hard with
(take refuge when he wakes)
Me I am not strong,
I am not talented.
I am not special,
I am not beautiful.
I am me.
The girl who writes poems.
The girl whose tongue is filled with ink,
Ink which stains the heart and brings forth the flaws,
For the others to fix.
I am the girl who can't draw to save her life,
I am the girl who spins words like thread.
I am me.
A Strange creatureModern yet primitive,
Social yet alone,
Attractive yet ugly,
I've met a strange creature.
The creature walks on two legs,
And has two long arms.
It's skin can be cream or chocolate,
I wonder why sometimes the creams make fun of the chocolates.
The creatures found in many places.
Some in in large tall rocks,
Some in animal hides on a plain.
But some wonder alone.
None of them are the same.
Some are large, some are small.
Some are even a bit too tall.
They come in many shapes and sizes.
This is the strangest one yet,
I've yet to see one so strange,
I've yet to see another like it.
I've met a strange creature.
That calls itself, "human."
Black AngelShe is everywhere,
From graves to hospitals,
She is everywhere.
She spreads her wings over the sick,
And carries them away,
To a place only known by the dead.
She has no emotion, she shows no pity,
She does her job swift and quick,
She has no feelings, she has no heart.
She's the cause of mourning and grief,
She's the cause of pain and suffering,
She is the cause of disease and famine.
One day we're all gonna see her,
One day we'll all know what she looks like,
Cause one day we're all gonna see that black angel.
My religion My religion
It's not yours to decide
I have my reasons for choosing it.
Is my friend.
It helps me in times of sadness,
It pushes me in times of adversity,
It pushes me to put faith and assures me everything will be alright.
My religion is the one thing no one will ever take away from me.
And that is what comforts me the most.
Finite Sadnessmelancholy days without end
grey skies stretch beyond the horizon
no light at the end of the tunnel
no silver linings for me
colors fade to black and white
smiles mask hidden agendas
people casually pass me by
who am I?
why am I here?
what do they want from me?
why can't I be happy too?
an angel of light approaches
her touch stirs me deeply
my heart bleeds love
perhaps... hope lives
as she whispers sweetly:
"you are cherished"
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