If I stand before this ocean...

If I stand before this ocean, will it wash away my worries?
Will it free me of my sins?
Lift my mind of wrong decisions.
If I stand before this ocean, will it fill with all my tears?
If I stand before this ocean, will it swell with happiness from past years.
If I stand before this ocean will I be swallowed in?

Crystal Eyes

Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
that attack your very soul.
Endless pools of crystal light shining on
a hopeless night.
Crystal eyes that stare straight back,
are not forgiving in the night.
Those crystal eyes ones anyone could despise,
hold no person behind them.

Love is...

Love is an infinity,
built in all it's divinity.
Love is trusted bonds
that corresponds with hearts.
Love is heated flames,
that tames a wild soul.
Love is reachable,
but not easily found.

Covers

Folds and crevasses
of covers.
Folding onto a young girl's body
protecting and shielding from the outside winds.
They warm her shaken soul and provide cover,
such is their name.









A short little poem, I wrote to be cute cause who doesn't love covers! <3

The Music Man

Red velvet lines the floor,
and the boards go from floor to ceiling.
But it's not real, she thinks.
she's on the brink, the edge of insanity.
Where red blurs with brown and the music man
calls her name. It's not longer a game.
The song goes slower but her vision and mind is faster
than her feet can carry her.
The music man is calling.
She is recalling his song.
Every note striking her strong.
She reaches a door.
Her soul is not full anymore.
The doorknob turns, and she enters
into the arms of the music man.

Blind

She could see,
but not look.
She could gaze upon
but not criticize.
She could envision
but not imagine.
She is blind.
But she can still
visulize the unthinkable.

Grief

Grief,
tears that streak a young girls face.
Dropping into the folds of an ocean of covers.
Grief,
of loved ones lost and lost loved ones.
Greif,
heart beating filled with an ocean of tears.
Grief,
takes over her.

Lost Stars

falling,
falling,
falling,
stars.
grasping,
grasping,
grasping,
stars.
reaching,
reaching,
reaching,
nothing.

Whispers

Whispers of sweet love,
all part of one voice.
Whispers of hatred
singled out by their words.

Waves

waves wash over sands,
waves wash over far away lands.
Waves of emotion,
all the waves of the ocean.
Waves of blue
and waves of green
make colours more beautiful
than aquamarine.
Waves go in and out
but there will never be drought.
All the waves of the ocean.