In The End

In the end Current mood: peaceful Category: Writing and Poetry
In the End.............
Darkness let in through the door
Empty echos fall to the floor
People chatter not hearing a word they say
The ghosts and demons have come to play
I cannot run and hide anymore
So I stand and greet them at the door
We dance the dance Ive avoided too long
In the past always thinking it was wrong
I know better now I welcome them in
They are my companions, not my sin
The screams bursting, the sounds so grim
Are only heard deep within
They hold my hands and guide me though
To another day of becoming who
Im meant to be, I was put here for
Without it all, my life would be poor
Ive followed the stars all my life from above
And in the end All there is, is Love

PS. This is a poem about accepting all of who you are and being true to yourself and not living by the guidelines of the status quo. We all hide away pieces of us, afraid of showing who we truly are inside, when in reality it is all of those things who make us who we truly are today.
So accept who you are, the good the bad and the ugly and love every part of yourself, and only then can you truly let love into your heart, and in the end, all there will be is love.

Christiana Grace

White shades of porcelain dance on her skin
Dreams flutter so softly behind her lids
Long ashen curls grace her pinkened cheek
Her essence like a young bubbling creek
Fresh cotton linens fold around her still form
Her breath soft as silk, dewy and warm
I watch her has she lies in slumber and sleeps
I wish to run in the dreams she keeps
To chase the rainbows to the moon
To sing along in perfect tune
When she finally is to awake
The sun will shine upon her face
I will breath the scent of youth in her hair
And spend the rest of my life with a soul so rare.
I love you my child you are my heart and soul
My greatest honor in life was to create your mold
Someday when I am old and grey
I pray to watch you have your own to raise
But for now I hold onto these days
In which have been given to me with grace.

Kiss of Life

Every day is the edge of the end
Life passes by with a flash
We're all just a speck on this page of dispair
Most of us trying to mesh
When we listen to the air we breath
We can hear beyond our years
Stop and listen to the air you breath
What is it that you fear
A life of living for a cause
Yet to be announced
A life dying with every breath
Yet to feel an ounce
Into the deep we all will slip
Someday to find the answer
What we will find is yet known
So for now we are all just dancers
In a life we are put for a moment
For some mystery to be told
We all watch each other
Pass each day and grow old
So live each day while listening
To the wind and to the breeze
Embrace yourself, love yourself
I wonder if life is just a tease
For what will come the day we fall
Into the deep abyss
We can only dream and wonder
If life is like a kiss

The King of Martyrs

The King Of Martyrs
Your tears fall like rain
You try and feel the pain
Why is it you feel
You must try and heal
All the wounded souls
Left scattered by the wind
The wind is not fickle
Life is one big sin
You cheat yourself and martyr
your own soul away
I am here to tell you
You deserve better
Not to torture yourself so
True love will only find you
When you truly let go
Throw down all your shackles
Fly and be free
Only then will you know
where you were meant to be

Broken

A tear drop falls from the crystal depths.
A sigh escapes the garnet lips.
Hair hangs down like a curtain of topaz.
Heart shattered in pieces like glass.
Memories fall like jade from a broken string.
Ebony anger strung with fire red ruby's.
As the scream escapes her pearl splits in two.
Surrounded by the pieces of her treasure,
Her life scatters across the floor.

Day Dreams in The Night

Rubble lay before my feet, I looked up to the moon.
My world had been destroyed by one, It ended all to soon.
Wild images churn in this head, panic upon my lips;
I look behind I look ahead, Trying to remember the trip.
Wounds of crimson glint so bright in the darkness of this night.
Which way to run, I cannot hide, for I fear, its me, deep inside.
Blackness blankets the other side, the side from which I run;
The one that turned this fortress to rubble, is one that blocks the sun
Gathering strength I gasp irony in, a smirk upon my lips.
Just another one of those nasty head trips.
I blink, I sigh, I look around remembering this place.
I go back go back to typing out this poem, remembering your face.

The Muse

Intense raw emotion gripped the souls of few tonight;
Awash in a massive explosion of creativity until mornings light;
Some will look sideways, shaking their heads with disbelief;
Some will look on longingly waiting for their turn and relief;
The one's who were the chosen connected with the night;
The one's who were the chosen shake it off in the morning light;
Entwined in the arms of their lover exploring that other place;
Feel the energy channel, from another time and another space;
When the last stanza plays, the music comes to an end;
They drop what they are doing, step back to see how it blends;
Colors lay before you, on you and within;
Another night with her has come to an end;
Don your clothes and mask and run into the day;
When you come back later she will be begging you to play.