Fortune-TellerGrasping my hand,
my bones are crushed
by your triumphant love,
claiming me at last,
while guilt glides down my spine
arching my gaze into your
where I can see your every
Pulling and pressing,
pushing us together,
my demon shoves us,
with fairy wings,
but only time will tell
A Hidden DepthYOU are not black and white,
you are typical
and predictable all together.
You look at me
with eyes so deeply blue,
covered by a shallow shell.
There's so much
behind those eyes,
and for as well as I can see,
it's still so hard
for me to read you.
You speak to me
with such a stoic voice,
facading a cold hardness,
but I know
behind your frozen soul
there's a fire blazing furiously,
and only time will pass
until you melt
inside my arms.
When I DreamWhen I dream,
I am no longer confined;
I'm free from this prison-- Reality.
In my deepest sleep I seem to find
I'm lost in perfect serenity.
When I dream,
I fall into illusion's subduing clutch.
I become numb from head to toe,
But can feel every emotion, every touch,
Every sense I could ever know.
When I dream,
I surrender to my wild imagination
Into a world of color- escaping shades of grey.
Pure rapture existing only in nighttime animation,
Leaving the broken pieces of life to fall away.
When I dream,
I hear night's ardent poetry floating through the air,
And my heart beats to the rhythm of every word.
The sound surrounds me in the middle of nowhere
With a cadence I have never heard.
When I dream,
I can leave my pain behind;
Every tear fades away.
I can search for what I've been trying to find:
A way to evade the misery of every day.
When I dream,
I can be with the one I love
In a place where no one else can be.
I can find my angel sent from above;
The one who set my heart free.
imaginary suicideHarder this time I'm beaten down,
And screaming for my grave.
I just lie here on the ground;
I know I can't be saved.
My body is bleeding
To rid me of my pain.
Pretending I'm not needing,
Although all I am is slain.
My life has been taken;
I'm a slave to my own dreams.
Haunted by what's been forsaken,
Betrayed by my own fatal scheme.
My soul is now sleeping,
And all is fading to black.
False hope is now weeping,
There is no turning back.
The Two WorldsSweet, sweet Fantasy,
Living in my dreams.
A world made of Valor and of
Sleeping silent in my dreams.
Truth shines with all its
Beauty flows from within.
Courage prevails over Fear,
Forsaking any doubt of
Ah! But yet!
My living nightmare!
Full of Death and Deceit;
This other world of Hate!
O! 'Tis sad but true
That this must exist,
That in sooth, you have not
Good without Evil.
'Tis and awful balance
To live between.
My ReflectionMy fingers tremble on this vacant page,
Perpetual whiteness begging for black.
Pen and parchment: emotion's spotlight stage
Bid me write between every blue track.
My heart is poured out onto empty lines,
It flies on wings of imagination.
'Tis the place where all that I am entwines;
Revealing me in rhyming narration.
In every stanza, all my thoughts are read;
Everything inside my core can be seen.
In writing are the things which can't be said,
Uncovering my soul's deepest ravine.
'Tis a mirror, this paper in my hands,
The mirror in which my reflection stands.
HomeI'm trapped, so trapped
inside these walls.
Through silence I'm screaming,
but no one hears my calls.
Inside these walls
I call my home,
in this place of freedom,
I find my bondage.
This familiar place is still
inconsistent and oppressive, this place,
leaves me lonely and deranged.
I come home every day
and sit in my room,
on my bed in gloom,
but to my fears I am no longer prey.
Springtime has come,
and my window shade is up.
Rarely does sunlight strum
the hopeful chords of my soul.
And to this strum,
this mournful song,
my heart beats the melody,
and my blood dances through my veins.
It sings sadly of its tragedy,
and hope and reverie.
But still these walls steal it away,
taking me with it.
I am tossed about
inside my nightmare,
in these walls in which I live,
sleep, dream, laugh and cry.
Alone I wander these floors, this property.
On these acres, through these trees,
in my dwelling, my soul wanders lonely.
I am but a vagabond searching for my home.
Secret PerformanceOnce again night falls around me,
Hiding me behind a curtain made of stars.
And once again no one else can see
What's disguised behind my scars.
A smile hides my fears,
Covering the sadness in my eyes,
But you would never see my tears
When you believe what you surmise.
My masquerade assures you
There's nothing wrong today.
You can't see the way I fool you,
So you believe that I'm okay.
Behind the LimelightThe alarm screams
To wake her for the day.
Slowly she abandons her nighttime dreams
As she prepares to hide her soul away.
She sits in front of the mirror
Putting on a facade of mascara and blush.
Her image becomes strikingly clearer
As the rest of the world falls into a blurry hush.
Only she can see her true reflection
Which is masked behind her fame.
Everyone else sees her practiced perfection,
But only she knows that her flaws are tamed.
With fans screaming all around
She walks out on the stage,
And as the music begins to play in the background,
She feels as if she's locked in a cage.
But when she begins to sing the song she wrote,
She keeps her image calm and composed.
And her voice perfectly hits every note
As she remain hidden with most of her body exposed.
At the end of her performance
She leaves the limelight empty.
Finally alone, she can take off her pretense
And let her tears fall where no one else can see.
All of her pain and misery falls to the floor
Where it joins her lone