Cloak Of Darkness

"It could have been prevented"…A hushed voice whispered. "She only fooled herself. "
Words flooded in like water from a broken damn to awaken her from her fantasy.
"Did she think she could really matter?"
She is held paralyzed by the power his words have over her.
"The fool could not see I always held her happiness just out of reach?"
The water quickly rises.


I have to break free and find safety, but the shackles of his words become so tight they begin to cut threw my flesh. Waves of burning sensations come as the water laps against the opening wounds and mixes with my blood. I thought he was a savior sent to come lift me from the darkness. I did not notice he was actually stealing what little light I had left. The water starts to close in around my throat, panic has fully set in. The more I struggle the more water my lungs take on. How could I have trusted you just because you said you were different? Why did I open up again just to be broken down? What was the point? You turned into the very thing you said you were protecting me against. The burning has settled into my lungs. My vision is blurry from my futile struggle against the rising water and my thrashing to free myself. My body craves the air that is obtained just above the surface.


Held down by the weight of what never will be the cloak of darkness surrounded her.
"It could have been prevented"…A hushed voice whispered.

That Guy

I focus on him trapped by his game.
Wishing this time it would not be the same.
Would you run like all the rest?
When you discover the feelings that I suppress.

I focus on him desperate to break the mold.
Thoughts of you help me withhold.
So many things I wish you could know.
If I could open my heart just to show.

I focus on him to keep you at bay.
So my feelings for you don’t go astray.
The day I laid my head upon your lap.
The emotions hit me like a slap.

I focus on him hoping to occupy one thought.
I can’t risk this fragile heart being caught.
The connection with you has come so fast.
I often question if we met in the past.

I focus on him to keep reality in mind.
A remembrance that karma can be unkind.
I can’t take the chance of losing you too.
I fear it will come if we pursue.

I focus on him because he is my pain
Otherwise this lesson was all in vain.
Like him your future is already taken.
So I won’t let these walls start breaking.

I focus on him don’t you see
So I don’t repeat the past with thee!

Negativity

Jealously is a razor.
Sharp, painful
Slicing through
Never stopping
Until the last drop
Is spilled.
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Anger is a canned soda.
Bottled up
Held tightly
Lose your grip
And it will explode!

He Said - She Said

Open your heart and tear down your walls.
- Choose your words wisely you might just get what you wish for.

Tell me what is weighing on your soul I will not judge.
- Love does not leave in a second if it runs deep, I may stumble but my resolve is strong.

I want to know all of you.
- If I told you would you honestly see the real me?

If you truly love someone you can see past their flaws.
- You have built me so high up on a pedestal the only option left is to fall.

Be careful what you do or say because you can make someone fall in love with you .
- Love is unavailable when you are the one fated to be in second place.

We may just be soul mates.
- Reality can make even the kindest of words painful.

The Street People

They stand alone in a world to them that is filled with rejection.
On cold, windy nights they need protection.
They ask for help with signs of hope.
People passing by say they can cope.
At nights they sleep on cold, rough ground,
Hoping tomorrow they will still be around.
You've seen them before and say they had a chance.
No one ever gives them a second glance.
They walk around as people who own the streets,
But no where to go and nothing to eat.
They sit alone some waiting to die
Others pray to God that they will get by.
This land of opportunity is supposed to be for all people.
So why do we choose to forget the street people?

Window Seat

Outside these walls resides my life.
So close to my heart so far from my touch.
Your smile luminates the darkness, acting as a beacon calling a lost ship home.
I close my eyes to see you again while life passes by and I sit captive in the confines of these walls.

Directions when lost....

In my eyes you found understanding

In my hands you found a friend

In my arms you found acceptance

In my soul you found yourself complete

In my heart you found forever

When you are lost and find doubt retrace your steps to find my love.

Midnight Run

Sleep is caught and then it easily escapes, so begins the midnight run through of the thoughts that weigh on your mind waiting to be filed away.

• This one is placed in “great laughs”
• That needs to go into “to do”
• Ah yes, here is a new “lesson learned”
• Another one moves into “memories”

The filing continues as you lay in wait for sleep to be caught again.

It always seems like there are one or two that you can’t find a place for. No solution. Not able to truly understand so no category seems right to file it away in. These build up slowly adding to the darkness weighing down your mind.

You protectively skip over the thoughts that are too much to face and continue to focus on the less challenging. In hopes that if you show them no attention they will disappear and leave you. Rarely though, is it ever that simple. You find yourself focused on the darkness of those looming thoughts, wondering if you will ever find a placement for them. Will they continue to build until you are trapped under their weight and forced to face them?

You realize the unplaced thoughts always pertain to the part of your life that has left you incomplete. That itself should count as the category! So the question begs to be asked, why are these same thoughts present night after night

• Is this some cosmic joke as your life challenge that will only be over once you find a way to file all your thoughts and truly be ok with the results?
• Is there anyone truly happy in every aspect of their life?
• Is there such a thing as being completely whole?
• Or, are we born whole and life is what adds the cracks to make us become incomplete?

The process continues down its nightly path until your mind is filled again with cluttered thoughts and unanswered questions. You settle yourself on the fact that no one can really have all the answers. This statement crosses your mind just in time each night to ease the intensity of the building darkness. Then you are left with the one question that weighs most heavily each night….

Are you ever going to escape the midnight run?

Finding What Was Lost

It’s hard to say when it disappeared.
- A smile crosses my face.
A day turned to days which lead into months in the storm.
- A smile crosses my face.
Something revealed to those who wanted to believe what they saw, yet no longer real.
- A smile crosses my face.
It was shown daily, but rarely was it truly felt.
- A smile crosses my face.


Thoughts of you bring it bubbling up from some forgotten place.
- A smile crosses my face.
Awareness flowing in that it actually has meaning again.
- A smile crosses my face.
Laughing at the funny things you say.
- A smile crosses my face.
Realizing that you take the time to find out who I really am.
- A smile crosses my face.
Finding a friend in an unexpected way.
- A smile crosses my face.

A Letter To The Prince

Dear Prince,
Do not wake her with a kiss. Her story has long been told. You have set out on this quest captivated by the urge to rescue her. Now you stand before her and you are drawn to her beauty.

Her enemies captured and destroyed the dearest parts of who she was leaving just a shell of a body. Her eyes were open and awake but her emotions shut off to the cruel world around her.

Will your act of heroism in a saving kiss be her demise?

While you would see the need to save her…. She has already saved herself.

Long ago she found her escape to this peace. She laid her head down, closed her heart and then her eyes and left this world.

The tranquil, beautiful, angel that lies before you is protected from a world where her enemies once posed as loved ones. In her peaceful rest she has cut herself off from the pain.

If you wake her will you give her the hopes of dreams that were never meant to be?

Dear Prince, I beg you … do not wake her with a kiss!