Stronger, stronger still
powerful hilt
of willpower and focus.

A knight charges
bravely into battle
no regrets.

The moon shines on
an old scar
crescent-shaped like
the new moon
"A battle long ago
and I have no regrets."

Early phases shine down
and he smiles in pride.
"No regrets....no regrets."

Erratic lens
focus, refocus
get the right size
right width, right style, right height, and....
right smile.

Right lighting, mood, act
the perfect portrait
of a lovely couple.

And across the world
two people stand
in front of a fountain
dreaming of the future and the past.

All the lonely nights they shared.
 

Sing a song for me
of times past
make me sparkle
make me laugh

A renewed, but broken smile
A halfhearted pass
A yearning, longing stare
A mystical, pure entity

Snowflakes fall
back into my past
of times long gone
but fondly remembered

Hunger, thirst for you
bleed, drown for you
but still you don't see
the truth, the pain
behind my eyes

It's forever a mystery.

I fall harder, harder still
Voices call out, I cry.

Papers strewn across the floor
trash piling up in the car
life in and out of chaos
and then gone without a trace

Turning away from sworn duties
and infinite possibilities
I step into the light
of the unknown
and try to turn on
the light switch of confidence

My passion reeks of approval
a heavenly scent of nothingness
that has yet to be touched
and then it fades
into the blackness

Where has my faith and dedication gone?

Somewhere lost in space
I guess
among stars
and countless hidden and far away galaxies

I find them intriguing.

My mind rages with curiosity.

The hours are slower, slower now
I know the reasons
but can't tell you why

The nights are longer, longer still
and sleep patterns jumbled
and I can't tell you why

I sleep longer, more deeply now
reality mingling into fantasy
I know the reasons
but can't tell you why

We fight, accuse
I cry, I break down
rinse and repeat

Maybe things are better
Kept quiet.

I try to clean, brighten my thoughts
but end up crying again
The days seem dull and bleak
and I feel I can't open up
or speak
and still can't tell you why

I'm a flower
with loose, but vibrant
petals
The sun is blocked
life is choked
and still...
I can't tell you why

You can't see
and only hear
have a troubled heart
clouded eyes
your heart can't hear
your ears are open
but your heart is not
You jeer
and prove to me
how deep your thorns
can cut

We open an old, festering
wound.

It bleeds continuously
with no sign of cure
my well-meaning sister
stares in shock and
bewildered, says,
"I don't know the cause
and wish I could tell, wish
I could cure you."
but she doesn't know why
nor understands
its meaning

She only sees with a logical,
unemotional mind.

Through clouded eyes
they see
Through thorned and troubled
hearts they bleed
Through predisposed and
expecting ears they hear
Through calculating minds
they jeer

Stumbling to harsh conclusions
false accusations
astounding judgments
the rain never ceases
and the battle only
continues.

Through clouded eyes
they see
Through thorned and troubled
hearts they bleed
Through expecting and critical
ears they hear
Through calculating minds
they adhere
and brush aliens aside

I can tell you why
but you cease to understand
the underlying meaning
the emotions at hand

It takes a quiet and
calm mind
a heart with the purest
of intentions
the most positive reflections
the most well-meaning judgments
to finally see clearly
through the dark clouds
to the sun

A kind ear
A thoughtful word
An open mind
A passionate soul
opens up my world

The sun, a ray of light
and then blooming, transformation
and finally peace

I can't tell you the
reasons why
though I know
you yearn to hear them
What it requires
is something you will never have
an emotional, overly caring
and understanding soul
even in the darkest places
a light can shine down
I know the reasons,
you know them
but you will never understand
why.

There is a flower
that hasn't been watered
Since the battle begun
it's the flower's turn
to grow and show
its beauty and potential
Even in the darkest places
it knows why.

If only flowers could sing
then maybe you'd know
and if only its wilted petals
could reach out
into your hearts

Through clouded eyes
you strain to see
Through troubled hearts
you still bleed
Through your ears
you strain to put assumptions aside
Through harsh minds
you try to renavigate
old routes and open up
new thoughts

The flower sings
it blooms and grows
it becomes only more beautiful
The sun comes out
and nearby

There is the purest, white swan
swimming in a clear
aquamarine pond
with a crystallized waterfall
flowing into the water below
waiting to burst forth
with new life and energy
and the most brilliant
potential

Truly the most holy sight
and it escapes notice.



Written on February 16, 2009
Age 21

Here’s a person
Lost and alone
Wanting a friend
To be able to call this place home

Here’s a person
With emotional scars
Wanting to escape
But feels blocked by bars

Here’s a person
Depressed and confused
Wanting out of the darkness
But can’t seem to accomplish it

Here’s a person
Who is abused
Wanting the pain to end
Feeling used

Here’s a person
In an unhealthy relationship
Blinded by false words, wrong assumptions, and intentions
Eventually ending in abuse or death

Here’s a person
Contemplating suicide
Feeling no one cares
Left with scars deeper than cuts to bear

Here’s a person
Who has taken the wrong path
Forming bad habits
Wanting the world to feel the wrath

Here’s a person
Who has lost a loved one
Living with a false smile
A shattered soul

We can rise to our potential
Or fall to our fate
We can love or hate
It depends on the choice we make

I'm bleeding
And broken
There's no use in hopin'
That I will continue on the same
My destiny has already spoken

My soul has shattered
My wings have grown dark
No longer am I as angelic
As the song of a Lark

I wander in the dark
In search of the light
But the fog covers up
Anything bright

The fog never ceases
The confusion never clears
I remain lost and alone
Wanting to find home

Despair takes over
I try to escape
Tears threaten to fall
I want out of this lonely place

A mix of emotions consumes me
I feel so pathetic
I'm waiting for the heavens
To cry with me

Will I ever return to the right path?
Will I ever find true happiness?
Will I ever see the light?
Or will I feel torment's wrath?

Haunting blue eyes
Intense and electrifying
Awakening new emotions
A new feeling within.

Eyes
Filled with emotion
Pain
Overflowing with sorrow
And emptiness.

A storm forming within
Waves beckoning us to enter
The turmoil
The depths of our souls
The depths of our emotions
The depths of wonder
The depths of our being.

Within a cavern
Lies our secrets
Our sadness
Our bad memories
Our shame
And what we wish
Never to reveal to the world
For fear of misunderstanding
Of lost love.

Guarded by strong walls
Wanting to be free
To release the burden
To be revealed
Through those haunting
Mysterious
Blue eyes.

A brilliant, firy bird
That glows brightly
Like embers in the night

A sign of rebirth
Of power
Of great strength

The one remembered well in mythology
Spreading security and hope to all

Making the whole world seem bright.

In the late 1600's, a girl in search of religious freedom escaped to the New World.  Her name was Enira, and she wanted to freely practice Paganism; she was not accepted in her home country of England, being considered a witch.  She was named for her peace-loving nature.  Enira translated to "justice."

When she arrived in Virginia, she was greeted by Native Americans.  They were cautious around each other at first, but soon became friends.  Fortunately, one of the Indians knew English.  From that, she convinced them she meant no harm, and they formed a mutual trust.

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