darkpassions14

There I lie, six feet under the stars. Tears seeo into the ground, tears of those who were never found. "Here Lies my Soul" seems somewhat appropriate. Mud cakes my coffin, and my tomb seems to be getting smaller. My gravestone is worn and cracked, kind of like me when I was alive. i'm surrounded by those, much like myself. As my ghost wanders the sight, my shell lies six feet under the stars.

Hear Me Through the crowd, I hear my voice ring clear. The words in my head cry loud, speaking words of fear. I feel as if I may collapse, the words appear to be too much. At this point, I may relapse, taking the words in as a crutch. Insanity fills every inch of my skull, I’m surprised the crowd can’t hear me. The colors around me begin to dull, this feeling has no intention of letting me free, I beg you to hear me, not only me, but the damned. Take mercy to my plea. This isn’t at all what I had planned. Hear me scream from Hell, Hear me pathetically cry, Hear me laugh from my cell, Hear me sing the sinful lullaby.

Memories Many fall into dismay when I bare the news of no happy memories. My memories aren’t just child’s play. Are you surprised that I can say that with ease? Look upon the sandy shores, walk around in my “ Memory Maze.” but I guarantee you will find a little girl crying more and more. Watching my memories you fool? You will go into a craze! The tide pulls in, washing away immense pain. My mouth turns up in a nasty grin, as you realize, that I am in fact, insane. But you see, dear people, I am not insane. I have no shame in twisted memories, You see? This is why my acts are done in vain. So now, are you satisfied

I Will Not Cry The rain seeped through the clouds, cold and unseen. Death crept under the door, quiet and careful. His life was taken before my eyes. His soul crept under the door lingering behind  Death. I felt the tears pooling in my eyes, but for some reason they wouldn’t pour out. My hear t was hammering unlike his who was no longer beating, pounding hard and fast, almost like a chant. I stood standing by the window, looking at the rain fall while listening to the chant in my chest. I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry I will not cry I tilted my chin up to the sky the tears still in my eyes. I listened, I waited. I will

Din:        It’s a sad day, the sun is out, a few                clouds are up, but I only see storms.                Why did you have to take away my sun?                              I gave you all my love, but I guess it was                worthless. Me:        My skin soaks up the warmth, and all I                feel is cold.                My tears can’t fall into my palms,                unlike the rain that storms in my head. Din:        The storm in my head fogs my vision,                What do I do? What do I say? It’s all a                blank, I have no use for this sanity, now                 t

It’s 4 am, and I lie awake. The blood trickles down my arms, and I can feel my body shake. It’s 4 am, and the nightmares are no longer dreams. I only know this because the fresh cuts show. It’s 4 am, and I can no longer fight. The voices surreptitiously appear into my sight. It’s 4 am, and I stare out of my window at the free souls who wander the streets. I find the corners of my mouth turn up very slow. It’s 4 am, and I lie awake. The blood trickles down my arms and I can feel my body shake.

Can I compare your smile to the sun? So warm, like a summer’s day, Your soul so kind, that you must love everyone Our love, I must unregrettably preach Your eyes that shine, stare lovingly into mine Your embrace is undoubtedly inviting, Every day, we watch the moon, and waste time And I find my hand in yours, as if hiding Your skin, soft as a feather from a dove And your lips pale and white, like snow And your touch makes me soar up and above And my love to you is something I show                Your smile warms me like the radiant sun                Your eyes I can just swim in for some fun

The room was white A thick scent of bleach In the hospital she was Her mother hoping to reach Her eyes glassy And blood shot red Her face pale like a ghost As she stood by her mother’s bed She took her mother by her hand And with her free one, wiped her tears She stood by her mother Until her end drew near The doctor came in with a start Explaining her mother was almost ready to part She fought back a stream of tears And the doctor left with one last look at the chart “My daughter, I beg for you not to cry, But please promise to keep my memory alive, Promise you will always choose what is right, Promise no matter what to al

Covered in salty water The soft sandy shores Glisten Like a mirror Showing a new reflection On every face Staring down on it A seagull cries in the distance In search for food As it dives deeper in dark waters The ocean is A whirlpool of Unrecognized beauty

Picture Perfect As the sun rises on the horizon, We drive down the coast. My brother, sister, and I Childishly play a game of “I Spy” We sing and shout, just to find a way out. We laughed. We cried. We giggled. The camera captured the moments, Time frozen in film. As the sun sets on a beautiful day,We count all the picture perfect moments