untiltled

falling into the rose
the petals suround me
peace, security
now have found me

stalking

What troubles what lions
Shall I ever face
A snow cover day
Such a wonderful place
Do we await the danger
Ready to attack
Or am I instead
Ready to drop back
Where lies the bravery
Of my trouble heart
Am I worthy to guard
This king of mine

defined

what is love
to the wilting rose
once again perfect and whole
everlasting in beauty
never to fade
yet not without thorns
reach in if you dare
true love is to be found there
amist danger and deception
take a risk
dare take hold this devine gift
thorns now imbeded in your palm

limited

if i had a box
to hold my memories
it would tell a story of
love, depression, pain
the drama of my life
is echoing
its screaming from inside
a great story never to be told
drama, action, adventure
notes to tell of love,
of great tradgedy,
the scars still show
writings and peoms
will tell you of sorrow,
and joy
pictures mark
the adventure,
take a look
deep in my box
what shall you see

connective tissue

tis but the heart
that feels the pain
and the soul
bears the burden
and the mind
that holds the stories
memories just connective tissue
relying on the others
like scars from you mind
to your heart
left for the soul to feel
for the soul to heal

To Live, To Die?

this is an old poem that i found when i was going through my files, i think i wrote it some time in my sophmore year, not really how i feel these days but i like it fore some reason, i think sometimes we do fight a battle between our minds hearts and souls. miscommunicasions, not to mention they all interperate pain or hurt in a differnet way.

Confussion unaware
The thumping of my mind
killing my brain
this skin is iching
like nails scratching
blood is pumping

"Do you understand"
screams the mind

"NO! NO! NOT AGAIN"
crys the heart

"Dying again, are we?"
says the questing voice of the soul

eyes burning like fire
the mouth partched desert
the whole body betrayed
and empty
the skull is pounding
the heart bruised and scared
soul is now screaming
ears drip with blood

words echoing in my throat
as if traped no to escape
"its over-
its over-
its over-"
we're through