Angel

Winged soul, loving heart

I'm filled with sorrow when we part

Come again sometime soon... Angel, my love

End this beautiful moment with a gentle hug

Fly me away with you the next time

Hear the wind's sweet harmony chime

I will be yours and you will be mine

Winged soul, loving heart

I've been yours from the very start

Faerie Realm

Travelers ride on the wise winds

the light bathed in by the faerie-kin

elves dancing in the moon's tender kiss

something humans most always miss

secret whispers in the trees

magical beings calling me

faeries with potion made of mystic flowers

mountains hold misty towers

I follow beautiful shadow maidens into the unknown world

flower petals fall softly on my crimson colored curls

Web of Love

I'll spin you a web of love

Woven from the stars

I'll spin you my dreams 

From inside, so very far

I'll spin you my hopes and dreams

From deep inside my heart

I'll spin you the best part of me

That I have given you from the start

I'll spin you a web of love

Woven on silken threads

A love that none could ever break

From roses, many shades of reds

I'll spin you always and forever

From my soul to yours

I'll spin you pure enchantment

It'll open up so many doors

I'll spin you a web of love

Woven from the stars so high

I'll spin you my body and soul

That no one could ever deny

Forgotten... Can't Go On

Here I lay my heavy head to rest

Pull my shaking hands to my chest

The shoes on my feet are old and worn

Searching for this since the day I was born

I'm standing right here but you don't see me

I understand now that this is how it will always be

Fate has forgotten to provide me with a path

So I walk on my own for as long as I can last

All hope has dissolved over the years

Washed away in the infinite number of tears

Whatever drove me to keep moving on

Has slowly left my soul until it was gone

Now I lay my head to rest

Shaking hands still on my chest

I can't go on.

Good-bye?

I want to say Good-bye

I want to leave this place

I want to run and hide

You'll never see my face

I want to escape this world

I want to be free of pain

I want to cut and bleed

But I can't do that again

I want to say Good-bye

I want to vanish forever

I want so many things

But it's always... Never!

The Secrets We Hide

Red rover, red rover

Give me the luck of a four-leafed clover.

God knows that I need it,

after the hardships left me broken.

Broken down, defeated; 

with which the eternal fires created

the soul of which is mine now,

black as coal and numb.

Nothing but a shadow of the past,

of something that couldn't last.

Not that I didn't try, 

but I just couldn't bring myself to lie.

Yet, isn't that what we all do?

So that people won't pick up on the clue

that we so eloquently leave behind,

praying someone will see inside.

See inside our tortured souls

where the blood seeps into the marble bowls; 

and the nooses hang from bannisters

with pill bottles opened and emptied.

Demons from the past

who run as banshees; fast

and loud, unable to stop

the terrible painful wails.

The same demons who

just yesterday, flew 

up to the heavens above

or the pits below.

The demons that we cast away

praying that they would stay

where we placed them in our minds

till the very day we die.

But demons like to come out to play

and turn our minds into clay

molding what they will,

until we are nothing but their mindless ghouls.

We roam the earth until we die

and our damaged souls fly;

but nobody on earth truly knows

the secrets that our soul bestows.

From cheating, crying, and assault

we claim that it's not our fault.

That someone couldn't hold back;

or that we let our loved ones die.

Scars zig-zag across our wrists

and knuckles are broken on our fists

for the glass that we punch 

just to feel an ounce of emotion.

Our souls are forever tainted

just like the canvas is painted

with the lies that we tell,

and the secrets we keep.

Not a Poet... I Give Up

I took a quill,

Danced between my fingers,

Twirled it around and around.

Then it's tip grazed the papery canvas -

Drew shapes, known and unknown...

Doodling, you'd say.

I sat there,

For hours on end,

Scrambling for words and rhymes.

I couldn't make it, I couldn't break it.

All I could do was cry.

My brain, an aftermath of a cyclone...

My thoughts lost in the squall...

I couldn't feel, I couldn't think,

I realized; I couldn't write anymore...

Choked up, and limp.

Weak, and so lost.

I sat shattered, and overthrown.

I never knew,

A wry smile danced upon my lips,

They understood...

" 'Twas a forfeit"

I stood up, the smile never left.

I tossed away the quill and the paper,

In the farthest known corner,

No doubt, I am sure, I wouldn't need them ever again.

'Cause I know now surely

Very surely

That I am not a poet anymore...

I give up