Balancing Act

Balancing on the edge;
between what is sane and what is not.
A balancing act of the strongest minds
can conflict the weakest hearts.
A balancing act of courage
that is confronted with fear.
A balancing act that may only fall one way.

Past, Present, Future

You can follow with the future,
but what about the past?
You can stand around the present
but the future will have passed.
You can hide about in older times,
But the present won't agree.
You can plan for the future but
the present may change.
You can solve the problems with the past
but you lose time in the present.
You can tell the past to disapper but it's
what makes you the present and the future.

black bird

black bird,
black bird.
flitting your little wings.
black bird,
black bird.
soaring through the skies.
black bird,
black bird.
herding souls with your eyes.
black bird,
black bird.
don't fly this way.
black bird,
black bird.
you must have misheard.
black bird,
black bird.
i'm not dead...

Footsteps made of ocean

Footsteps made of ocean,

a devotion to the water.

A soul filled with coral,

brimming with the excitment of the waves.

Footsteps made of ocean,

a potion for a happy soul.

Winter Trees

Winter trees hold out their arms,
filled with snow.
Winter trees bestow upon our world beauty,
in frozen times.
Winter trees lie low underneath the weight of the snow.
Winter trees know the beauty of the winter.

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.