Saturday, September 26, 2009

Waiting




Doesn't life feel like it's a mess?


There's no possible hope to posess?



There doesn't ever seem a way?


The sun is covered, ever single ray.



The seas are too large to swim across.


And the path is covered with trees and moss.



It's just too much to go by.


And to the world you're being shy.



You hold back to keep things sane.


But nothing will ever be the same.



It doesn't seem fair does it now?


It was a good show, time for bows.



It's time to move on when the curtains close.


This is the path that you chose.



You cant go back and start anew.


So just for now you'll be blue.


The storms will rage and the roads are slick.


There's time's you'll get fed up with it.





But trust me when I say again,


The sun will come, no more will it rain.




Thursday, September 24, 2009

Held


It must have been the first time,

I truely lay in your arms.

You'd kiss me tenderly,

And blind me with your charms.



Held tight in your embrace.

It felt so very right.

My mind soothed over,

As day turned into night.



In your arms I'm unafraid.

Never scared in your hold.

I'm protected from every fear,

Whether it's new or old.



Safe, warm, happy, and loved.

It's really how I feel.

When I'm held by you,

My world is crystal clear.



Exhaustion washes over me,

The fears don't make a peep.

I'm in your arms once again.

And it's here I finally sleep.


Monday, September 21, 2009

Morning Gael's Cry


New tears wet my cheeks,

As the morn bade me wake.

This day does not in end sound good.

Forever it shall take.



Take my mind and sanity.

Take away my strength.

Take away my courage,

To travel any length.



The scene is layed before me,

A whisper through the air.

The blood and water have been shed,

But there shant ever be a care.



For this world is harsh and cruel,

In many more ways than one.

So wash these tears from my eyes,

And Please bring back the sun.



Light up the given night,

With something like a moon.

And releive me from the shadows,

And wake me up so soon.



Save me from this nightmare.

It is all that I shall ask.

Lady Moon please spare me.

Just this little, simple task.



For if I'm left here with no help,

Surely I will die.

Pass away and soon forget,

My plea, my reason why.


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Dinning Table.


Here, let's set the table.

The dinner of life.

There's a silver plate,

And a gold knife.



There is a fork,

As well as a spoon

Any can kill,

If the meal isn't soon.



There's a bowl,

That's full of hate.

And my heart,

Resides on the plate.



There's a rose,

That will burst into flame,

This wont last,

It's all the same.



There's a cup,

Overflowing with hope.

But the cup will empty,

As soon as you choke.



The feast is layed out,

As it's supposed to be.

And beside the dish with my heart,

Is a note, "Don't kill me."



Just sit and stay,

And don't eat,

Watch me live.

Watch each beat.



I give myself to you,

Helplessly on your platter,

And if you eat my heart,

None of this will matter.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

Find Someone Else


I'm not ever looking back.

Here! I'm done, done with that.



Not turning my head around.

I wont lay here, broken, on the ground.



Look to the sky, tell me what you see.

And angel and her wings, can you tell it's me?



Give up already, I'm not going home.

This road was given for my feet to roam.



Don't give me excuses, just let me go.

I'm better off just on my own.



Flying on my wings, floating away.

Find someone else to lie to, to say:



"I love you, please be mine."

I'm gone. I'm leaving. Til the end of time.




Your Price


The phone dropped from my grip.

When I saw you were done with it.



I knew something was up with you.

Dredding what I knew was true.



Why didn't I connect it before,

It was laying in front of me on the floor.



Waiting for me to walk over it.

And waiting for me to throw a fit.



But you know I wont, the decision is yours.

I cant stop you, fix it, or give you 'what for's.



I know the result of this, it isnt nice.

But for this choice there's always a price.



I'm going to give hugs, bow, then walk away.

Because this is yours and your price to pay.