writings

I'm gonna post different writings up here from poetry to story's

Missing

Gasoline rainbows on a other wise cloudy sky with reflections of you in my mud puddle of a coffee as i wade threw old headlines of tomorrows news thinking of how are dreams for the future became are memories of the past you told me you never liked history but you could find you way out of any place with your geography but if your so good at knowing were you are how come no one can find you.

Alice

Alice was in a world that was not hers.
In a place she did not know.
She was not afraid she was not sad.
All she thought of was the beauty abound.
Making friends and having fun.
Why can’t we do the same in are world.
Because she had some thing most do not.
Imagination and The sprit of a child
So never forget that this world is your.
Wonderland and no matter were you are.
Just look around and be your self.

Lil Rabbit

Oh little rabbit
Oh little rabbit
Why oh why
Can’t you come out and play
It would simply brighten up my day
If that little rabbit would come and play

Heart beat

The ticking of a watch like the beating of a heart I close my eyes and listen and imagine its your heart and hold it close to mine and dream that I am holding you and that we are together and it brings a smile my eyes open and it’s the empty room and the ticking of a watch.

Mirror

Bath room mirror holds no effectshon
For the little girl who's losing her complexshon
she goes up and down and back around
Until her head finally hits the ground
Watching as the blood pours
Spilling all over her to clean floors
As her sprit raise to take a look
The bath room now as no relation

Smoke

Sitting alone aging watching the smoke dance across my room
The winter nights just keep getting colder
Always the one offering my shoulder
Giving every second of the day trying to see people smile
Tell the truth at all costs and love every thing
Love those people even more

Last words

Say one lays pare and cry a single tear for my lonely heart and let my fear and sorrow enter your soul know that I died alone with your lies and poisoned words echo in my broken memories so today remember that its your fault that I dead alone and broken.
know that the lines on my paper are your only windows into my soul and so know as this is signed sealed and delivered that the window will be for ever closed to your blank eyes remember that I was your muse and your rival the beauty that you found in the things that society know longer desires and to give hope to willing martyr for a more then willing slave to a kind word and I false caring ear. now you use my dieing words to farther your own goals set my last words to your sounds and say that you cared your lies my blank the minds of those that live but the dead have know need to close there minds to your false sounds.

The Dripping

The repeating dripping of that broken tap. Dripping on to the unforgiving skink laughing every time. That mocking repeating laughter well I sit here and think the tap dripping mocking the man who does not no were to turn. A man who does not wanna be a broken repeteing steady drip of a tap. Dripping dripping all ways dripping echoing threw my mind all I hear is the dripping dripping. Most stop the dripping the maddening sound only your gentle hand can guide me from the dripping but now it’s gone and im alone with the dripping with sanity slipping now my blood starts dripping.

Image

pale thin lines drag across the black sky like lines on a chock bored bagging us to see more then the lines to see the images that can grow from a single line of whit.

Howl

A sound echoing across the wind dragging long sleeping memories to my mind the sound that brings a tear and a smile the sound that chills me to the bone and makes me feel worm all over the sound that frightens and that I love.... The beauty that is the howl of the wolf

Mask

My mask is broken can you see me do you want to see me you trust the mask but can you trust the face the mask was beautiful does that mean the face cant be the mask is breaking the real me is falling out.

Tumble

Slipping gracefully threw the cracks of you lies and half truths just. Because you dont look like your falling doesn’t mean that your still standing

Real Box

Reality is a box that has no top or bottom no left or right but yet there is still know way out of it because if you’re told you’re trapped in a box you won’t bother thinking about away out.

The venom of the werewolf

The bite pricing skin
Feel it flowing threw me
Like poison of a viper
Making my blood boil and body eack
A gift or cures
A blessing valid in shadow

Sprit wolf

The shadowed sprit of the wolf can walk into a life so easily but with a ghost of wind it seems to blow away and float on to another place a place were only are dreams can go....

Mist in the tree’s

Wolf among three tree i can hear you breath your so close yet i can see you i can hear the beat of your hart but i can touch you are you a ghost of my mind or am i some thing that is not to be trusted... so i am alone well not being alone.

Paper doll

People are like paper dolls all made from the same thing all looking the same every one is just second nothing on the in side and nothing on the out side only blank nothingness.

Dark figer

I am that with out breath i am that with no heart beat i am the finger in the dark.

Drop

Back words rain
falling up today
going side ways through life
Time two times
Rain fall’s down
Still side ways are you
Watching rain fall
On over shadowing roof top’s
Sliding down
Tumbling in a slow dripping
State
Meeting face to face
Mother earth greeting
Sadly she waits
For rain to fall up

Good bye

I was not all ways like this you know
You made me like this
You broke me
I hate that I still have to think of you
I hate that I make you reflect in other people
I hate you
I can’t stand how much you still hold over my life
I can’t take it
I don’t want to hear you any more
I don’t want to make the one I love
Feel like the way you make me feel
I don’t want it any more!

Parts

One half mines
One half yours
Never to be joined
To half’s
Never to meet
Perfect they would fit
Never to try
For
One is broken
One is given to another
A perfect image never to make

And now a story :

Rose’s

Meany years ago a shy little boy was tending to his garden. Like he all ways did for he was too scared to go out and make friends. As he went to the prize winning rose bush he found under it a small sparrow. Its wing had been broken and the sparrow was very afraid of the boy. He knew just what to do how ever he picked up the small bird and rushed in side and banged up the wing. Well he did this he told the bird “as soon as your all better you’ll fly away and all never see you aging but that is no matter as long as you’re better after”. The months quickly flew by. The bird and the boy became closer they would sing together and play together. Hardly were they apart after the wing had healed the bird stayed. He knew why so he begins to teach the bird to fly aging the bird was scared to fly. Slowly the bird fly and little by little the bird was flying around and singing but one day. When the boy went out for just a moment and when he got back the little bird was gone. He knew she had flown away to a better place. Also did the boy fly in his way by making friends and going on but all ways missing the sparrow. One day years later he walked by his rose bush there was another sparrow he could see that it had been hurt. Long ago but it still was afraid to truly fly but with out thought. He taught the bird how to fly free aging. The boy loved ever moment with this sparrow and aging the sparrow promised to never leave. And as a week pasted the boy had to let the sparrow go but the sparrow promised that she would come back soon. So the boy waited as days past he released that she will never come back. Well he was sad at the same time he smiled and thought even thaw they flew away what’s important is that when they needed help I was there. So if you seem some thing In need of help to worry about how it may fade away just remember the time you have and help the best you can. Because you never know when you might find your self with a broken wing.