Vague Detailed Rejoinder...

It was almost like a dream- a lie filled dream of empty emotions
A young girl strolling along in her life- without a care in the world...
fearing... fearing to let anyone in.
her worries, her fears, her cautions she should have held dear.

So guarded her whole life until she was failed by two... now three.
Her fairytale ending was never meant to be, because in fairy tales there is not pain, sweet silence of mortality.

Along came a girl who kicked in the door, who had her whole life, her heart, on the floor...
until one day - her heart made a sound... an echoing dilemma to always resound.

Their never-fairytale was broken from stone... and sent to the depths of the merely  unknown.

Love entered her heart- she slowly gave in... then realized that love, was lost and a sin.
She pushed and the twirked her suddle goodbyes - and tears fell like raindrops from the other girls eyes.

She knew the pain she caused was suddenly final- could she live with herself?
Maybe just for a while...

It will settle in once again, like it has in the past- but she reminded herself that "baby, this is the last."

Her guard went back up, though she'll never forget..
    that girl that kicked in her door.. the one who truely never left...

Stranger

Foreign you are.
How it phases me - yet doesn't surprise me.

Lost in oblivion forever is how you will live your life.
Forever is a long time.
I hope that it haunts you till your soul rests.

Never again will you hear the laughter from a sweet soul, see a smile that brings sunshine.

You will never gaze at the stars the same, never feel the warmth that a sunrise brings - you shall only feel the chill that sets in after a sunset.

Silly little games - Children of the darkness

The games that these children play in the dark streets is so serene... so epic, so endearing.

How I long to play with them...

Throw rocks in the lake of agony.
        Let           Them          Skip.

Rocks... breaking the waters surface
                   Beautiful, ignorant children...
You should never throw stones in glass houses.

Roadtrip

How I long to let this music blare
let down my hair- on my way.
The hours they pass- but moments they last,
every minute closer, leads to a fragment more of anxiety- pure blissful anxiety

The scenerios embrace my thoughts, race through them, and allow them to run wild
As wild as I'd like to be
Wrapped, euphoric, the sheets entangle us.

The rush feels like the cool autumn breeze
So intimate- so foreign, yet so lovely

The wide open road leads to endless possibilities

Supernova

The intrinsic colors of mystery rain over us
Sprinkling so light, yet storming at the mere moment of passion.
Each mile grows with a brighter color

Lingering thoughts, sugar tasting sweet like a technicolored bliss;;
This passion runs through my veins like a
wild sea of fuchsia

Floating along is so peaceful, and so full of adventure.
Secret adventures that capture my mind;
Scarlet poppies lead me down the path of discretion

Blissfully enjoying my technicolored warmth.

The Light

"It gets better"- it's easily said...
Peaceful silence sounds more appealing.
Breaking free is more rewarding.

Breathe in sweet child- your shallow breaths will
gain strength
My promise is not empty.

The light glistens- so follow it.
Not the light in front of your visage,
the light at the end of the
Tunnel or Struggles.
You will conquer, you will gain
sanctity and sanity.

There is so much to hold on for.
They cry of a newborn, the singing of baby birds-
the mere value of helping another.

You are cherished here.
You are adored- so break the violence,
Expel the silence.
Hold onto the pure white light of
Hope and Life.
Breathe in Sweet Child.

*This poem is dedicated to vicitims of suicide, loved ones of suicide victims, and those contemplating suicide. There is always a way. You are loved. it DOES get better.*

Temptation

Something swinging, dangling on a thread...
about to snap-
just right there in front of me
Will I grab it?
This temptation is too much- more than I can handle
I shall fullfil many temptations but this one?
Sweet as the fall breeze gracing my face-
so sweet, to the very taste

Taste it.
Temptation.