It was just another typical Monday morning. The sky was an ugly, overcast gray and everything looked dreary. Not to mention, she had a headache on top of it which added to the overall feeling of 'blah'. Today was the start of yet another work week at a job which she felt totally unappreciated. They were absolutely awful they made her look bad in front of her students, made fun of the way she dressed and the way she looked, yet there was a guy there who taught them that Nazis were trying to overthrow the government and somehow that was okay.
She rolled her eyes at the thought as she locked her car and started her long walk to the mai
My dear furry friend passed away on a Wednesday morning. I held her in my arms as she took her last breath. She had had a long battle, but I couldn't help crying as I felt her fade away from me. Always at my side she had been for almost as long as I could remember. We had always been together and now it was finally time to part ways; to say goodbye.
I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely, continuing to hold her in my arms. Feeling someone tap me on the arm caused me to jump with a start. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but there she was, at least a shimmering version of her sitting before me. She look
Faded Memories,Broken Promises by poeticangel, literature
Literature
Faded Memories,Broken Promises
Golden light cascaded out of the grand windows
onto the freshly snow-covered ground.
The place was crowded with fellowship and cheer,
gathered together to celebrate Christmas Eve.
Perhaps it was the light or the atmosphere, I am not sure,
but I remember a warm feeling of comfort.
All of the people are now a blur;
all of their words are a muffled recording.
The massive Hall is filled with people, yet I feel alone.
People clammer for the attention of my father and brother;
They positively fawn over my mother
And it seems that my sisters' dance cards are over-booked.
Despite the warm and merriment of the evening,
all I can feel is t
There was a picture of my family sitting on the mantel. It has since been removed, but it represented a happier time in my life, in all of our lives. It was taken a few years ago, on our trip to the beach. My sister was there, in her new purple bathing suit. Dad had his arm around Mom. We were all smiling. And it was all fake.
Whenever I think about those times, I just want to rip it in half, since it no longer represents true life. I have already ripped up all the other pictures I have of my mother. Growing up, I remember her as perfect and thats exactly how she wanted everyone to think of her.
I dont think even my Father has
I cannot take my eyes off her. Shes right in front of me, yet so far away. No matter how hard I try, I just cant get her out of my mind. I want so badly to touch her, but I know, somewhere deep inside, that shes nothing more than a memory now. Ive tried so hard to let her go, but she continues to remain with me. Then, tell me, why do I feel so alone?
The image in front of me mirrors the picture of her in my mind. Her naturally clear skin, her bright inquisitive eyes and her radiant smile are all there. Her hair rests just past her shoulders. She just looks so comfortable in her own skin. I remember holding her when
Wings of brilliant color
floated into my life,
drew me to their beauty
and promised a friendship long lost.
"Forever follow the butterfly
for she ever watches over you.
Follow my symbol, my form on this earth
and she'll lead you to happiness."
I befriended this butterfly soon after,
devoting my time and my laughter,
listening to her tales of adventure and heartbreak.
I even went to her when I needed to cry.
But the angels who watch over me
were not so easily fooled as I.
"Beware," they said "She is not what she seems."
"Do not trust this false butterfly."
Confused and torn, I kept it all inside.
The angels never told me wrong
It really sucks not being able to use your voice,
but alas it seems I do not have a choice.
People look at me like I were a strangled goose,
running around the bakery, on the loose.
I squak, I croak, I bark all day
and still no one can hear a word I say.
Everytime I open my mouth, I feel like a goon.
Poor little voice lost, I hope to find you soon.
Eyes once clouded by the world of sorrow,
suddenly noticed the dusty violin in the corner.
From where did it come, she wondered,
she didn't remember seeing it there before.
At one time, the violin must have been beautiful.
Now it sits forgotton and alone;
its only friends the dust and cobwebs.
She felt an instant connection with it,
feeling too the same emptiness.
She picked up the lonely violin and dusted it.
An urge somewhere deep inside whispered, "Play...",
although she did not know how.
But the violin seemed to guide itself
and nestled snugly underneath her chin.
Her left hand gently held the neck
as the bow held in her ri
I have not taken my medication
in so so very long.
Partnership for a Lactose-Free Nation
is that so very very wrong?
"Got milk" ads are an abomination,
which is in part why I wrote this song.
Whether "lactose-free" or "lactose is for me" affiliation
can't everyone just get along?
Elimination of everything dairy!
Brought to you, by the Frosting Fairy.
She slowly picks up the bricks
that are scattered about her feet.
The broken ones; she mends.
And with each brick,
she gently places them side by side.
The once singular bricks
are brought back together
and start to form a row.
The rows stack upon one another,
building higher and higher
to form a wall once again.
They aren't in the same oder
that they once were
or even in the same shape.
But the wall is still rebuilt.
She rebuilt this once crumbled wall,
so that she could be able to knock down other walls.
Especially those that stand in her way,
especially those that stand in her way.
It was just another typical Monday morning. The sky was an ugly, overcast gray and everything looked dreary. Not to mention, she had a headache on top of it which added to the overall feeling of 'blah'. Today was the start of yet another work week at a job which she felt totally unappreciated. They were absolutely awful they made her look bad in front of her students, made fun of the way she dressed and the way she looked, yet there was a guy there who taught them that Nazis were trying to overthrow the government and somehow that was okay.
She rolled her eyes at the thought as she locked her car and started her long walk to the mai
My dear furry friend passed away on a Wednesday morning. I held her in my arms as she took her last breath. She had had a long battle, but I couldn't help crying as I felt her fade away from me. Always at my side she had been for almost as long as I could remember. We had always been together and now it was finally time to part ways; to say goodbye.
I closed my eyes, letting the tears fall freely, continuing to hold her in my arms. Feeling someone tap me on the arm caused me to jump with a start. I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it, but there she was, at least a shimmering version of her sitting before me. She look
Faded Memories,Broken Promises by poeticangel, literature
Literature
Faded Memories,Broken Promises
Golden light cascaded out of the grand windows
onto the freshly snow-covered ground.
The place was crowded with fellowship and cheer,
gathered together to celebrate Christmas Eve.
Perhaps it was the light or the atmosphere, I am not sure,
but I remember a warm feeling of comfort.
All of the people are now a blur;
all of their words are a muffled recording.
The massive Hall is filled with people, yet I feel alone.
People clammer for the attention of my father and brother;
They positively fawn over my mother
And it seems that my sisters' dance cards are over-booked.
Despite the warm and merriment of the evening,
all I can feel is t
One quiet winter evening,
I put on my better-than-Sunday best,
and ventured out to dine out alone.
I went to a quiet and refined place
and took my seat at a small table.
There I silently sipped at my wine
and watched couples dance together on the floor.
The room filled with sounds of a Mozart piece
as the couples danced round and round.
One woman\'s dress was ... interesting,
to say the least, so much that it caused me to laugh.
Another man moved as though
a quarter was wedged b/w his cheeks
and I once again chuckled outloud.
So many humorous couples for me to see;
it made quite an enjoyable eve indeed.
The music had slowed a
Listen to the rhythm.
Dance to the music.
Find the rhythm.
Music has a power of its own.
Dance to the music in your head.
Uncontrollable urge to dance.
Dancing brings youth to the soul.
Can't stop dancing.
Songwriters are poets who
write their work to music.
Dance like no one's watching.
The little girl always wants to dance.
Music. Dancing, singing.
Special effects, loudness that,
Finishes with a bang.
The end always comes too soon.
Find the rhythm.
Find YOUR rhythm.
I am a tedious journey,
Yet but a short memory.
Millions try to conquer me,
Yet I end up conquering most of them.
I am an achievement, and a test,
Requiring not just physical strength,
Yet mental and spiritual as well.
I take many lives;
Men, women, young and old.
I make grown men cry
And quickly humble every hot shot
Who thinks they are better than I.
I start with draining their physical strength
And then I cause them to lose their mind.
Only those with the toughest spirit,
I can not seem to break,
Even after they are driven insane with pain.
But even yet, I manage to steal away
Any sense of achievement they may
Have had
Music has a power of its own.
Always finish with a bang.
There are two sides to every story,
And then there is the truth.
Does Truth really exist?
No, it's a figment of our imagination.
Conflict occurs in our lives
To show us our strengths
That we never knew we had.
Follow the beating of your heart.
The sun always lies behind the clouds.
You never know yourself fully,
Until everything is taken from you.
Laugh, despite the tears.
Shout from the mountain tops.
Be unpredictable.
Say it like you mean it.
Don't hold back.
Its yours if you want it.
Enjoy what you do;
Everyone will enjoy it too.
Don't censor yourself.
Influence
As the sun rises today,
I will start out on my journey.
The path will be long
But I cannot stop.
The journey will be hard,
But I must not stop.
I am filled with fear,
But I will not stop.
I must continue to walk
No matter how long the path
I must continue to push forward
No matter how hard the journey
I must continue to climb higher
No matter how much fear I hold.
Nobody said this would be easy.
Anybody can make broken promises.
Everybody says I am crazy but…
Somebody has to have the strength to do it.
The path will be long
But I cannot stop.
The journey will be hard,
But I must not stop.
I am filled with fear,
But I wi
Blinding, twisting pain
As I slowly go insane.
I'm drowning, can't you see?
Why is it nobody will help me.
All I can do is sit and wait.
Will this be my everlasting fate?
This whirlpool of Hell spins me round and round,
As I crave to feel my feet on the ground.
I feel like I'm spinning my wheels in the sand,
This part of my life wasn't planned.
All day I'm faced with laughter and jeer,
Don't you know I can still hear?
For what into did I pour my soul and heart,
Only to have everything ripped apart.
Everyday it gets worse and worse,
What did I do to deserve this curse?
But from such intense pain,
Will only follow with intense
My tiny fingers dance briskly over the ivory keys,
like the flame tips of a bonfire would rapidly lick the skyline.
I close my eyes, hypnotized into my own music,
emanating from the very soul of the piano.
The sweet stench of death envelops my senses,
as I continue on playing Beethoven's "Fur Elise".
I take in a deep breath of the morbid perfume,
savoring every bit as it lingers all too briefly in my lungs.
Far off somewhere, I hear someone shatter my sacred sanctuary.
How discourteous it is of them to slam the door.
I simply despise rudeness to the highest degree;
Pity how no one has manners anymore.
And yet I continue pla
Current Residence: Atlanta, GA Favourite genre of music: all of it!! (rap, hip hop and country are least favorite) Favourite cartoon character: Merle from Escaflowne =^.^= Personal Quote: Believe.
Currently working on a new story, but its only half finished at the moment. Also have another Annie poem floating around in my head, along with a few chicken scratches on paper.
Um, that's about it for now.
OH! and have about 846 deviations to look through... so yeah... it'll be awhile until I comment on some of your works. (yes, Dylan, I will be reading "Children" very soon and commenting!!))
So great... I FINALLY post new works... TWO of them, mind you... and got on to post a few more and only TWO people commented on what I posted. -pout-
COMMENT COMMENT COMMENT!!!
I am a comment whore. I survive on your comments and considering my submissions have been sparse lately, I am hungry for some!!
Ha. I know I promised new stuff once a week... about a few months ago with still nothing to show.
Gomen. I'm a slacker...
I FULLY intend to do so, however!! Annie and other heroines of my story keep dancing around in my head, begging me to write, write, write!!
So it will be soon, I promise!
(if not... someone feel free to bug me :P)
hey... just stopping by to comment on the fact that you *just* added my to your friend's list... for some reason, I thought I'd been on there for a little bit longer...
hrm... I guess you don't love me quite as much as I thought you did. I'm going to go cry now.
Just dropping by to thank you for +fav -ing my piece Cold Room, Cold Bed. It's very much appreciated... now, if only some *other* people would bother checking my stuff out now and again...