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Heart's callWhat do you desire?
To be rid of my longing,
To dull that fire.
For a pure sense of belonging.
How will you get rid of your longing?
I will find someone who will help me forget my drought,
To help me lose all reasoning,
Who will peer through my doubt.
Who is this wondrous savior?
He is a man of many talents,
A man whom I can savor
A man whom will understand my ballad.
How does he look?
He is blue-eyed, smooth haired.
His lengthy, smooth, and soft body was the hook.
Looks that always make me happy, no matter how I once faired.
Wondrous, safety, and protective.
Life’s little days becoming productive.
The Venom, The KissA kiss can happen any moment,
Even if that’s not what was meant.
A heart beats
Finding out when and where is the feat.
The kiss brings two together
One will leave with a broken soul in the ether
One will leave with a broken heart
Where will the fracture start?
Poems are written, but never read
The simple heart run’s unfed
As the rivers run, and with the rising sun
Don’t let young love continuously run
A venomous bit
A horrendous sight
Love will break
Looking into the lake.
A Lone Heart's DreamI climb the mountains,
I see the light.
Is it but a dream from the fountain,
or is it truly the end of my plight.
Will my salvation come before the great dark,
or will I need to fight the darkness and tide before the end.
I'll give my blood, my body, and my soul for the mark,
the mark of the savior, the mark of the martyr, let this be my last bend.
Let the face I have seen within the fountain be he,
he who shall save me. And bring the light into
the cave ever so dark, where I'll be able to see.
I'll be his, to have and to hold, no longer blue.
As I dream of you
My hopes renew.
Wrath is my sin part 1 Wrath is my sin, Lust is my bait, Envy was my Life, Sloth was my luxury, Gluttony was my fear, Greed was my true goal, and Pride my driving force.
I am Brianna Orays, I may be 16 but I hold knowledge stronger than most men can handle. In my afterlife, I look back on my first life. I regret my decision.
One day when I was home I was cooking a lovely vegetable soup over the open flame. When my husband walked into the house, we were a poor family but I was able to gather fruits and vegetables to make sure we always were fed and had our taxes paid.
When I looked at him he looked like he had been given the best news of his life, he looked around the house and asked me, "Where are our children?"
A smile played over my face, "Suzan is in the garden gathering flowers and Jacob is out playing with the other town boys. They'll be back in a little bit."
I went back to stirring the stew and humming my favorite tune
The Curse/Ladies GiftThe cake was poisoned. The love was a lie. The cake was a lie…The love was poisoned.
I lay in the warm blood; essence of my life. My heart beat slowly fading and my life slowly leaving me. Before I knew it I had fallen into a sleep…a sleep that will last an eternity.
After what seemed like forever of darkness I began to stir, a warm light pulled me out of my body. My soul was free.
I am Brianna Orays, I was a 16 year old girl, dressed in my wedding dress, I lived with no one until I found Him, he saved me…or so I thought. My heart was his and he tainted it and sent me to this vortex of light and probably into heaven…I'll always watch over him…and make sure he pays for what he did to me.
Wrath is my sin, Lust is my bait, Envy was my Life, Sloth was my luxury, Gluttony was my fear, Greed was my true goal, and Pride my driving force.
My house was my own, I owned my husband. Then he decided to go against my wishes…and never came back…For this, the cake never came into existenc
AutumnTilting past the equinox
Slipping on the angled light
My place in time is losing tread
And falling into winter’s bite.
100mg of nature.the clouds are lost today,
like unsung lullabies
stuck in the throat of a strangled sky.
the flowers levitate today,
their tissue paper wings
pink sertraline dreams that the bees cannot sting.
the trees bob their heads today,
like tired old men
falling asleep in church, disillusioned again.
the white thistles are stuck today,
entrapped by their names.
hissing popcorn on stilts, or rupturing brains.
the sun mottles the grass today,
in psoriasis patches,
like liver spots on ivy in the window sashes.
the wind kisses sick patients today,
tucking them in,
and then flees in a rustling dress while she sings.
The Nature of LoveThe wind passes through,
howling by our window panes
angry and ever fierce.
Yet the sun still beams down
leading us to catlike behaviours,
sleeping in her warm beams.
Then there are the angry days,
crashing thunder and bright glares of lightning
creating fear in its midst.
But the days most preferred
are the calm spring days,
where everything is finally peaceful.
Gentle spring rains,
or the cool, breezy days
not too hot, not too cold.
The cool and quiet lead up to summer,
Spring gets not the recognition it deserves
everyone should be celebrating.
Yet more people recognise
the aggressive winter,
he makes his grip well known.
Or the hot summer
who spreads the quiet heat of rage,
why is she so well loved?
Or even the autumn
which is more often too cold,
is often preferred to spring.
Why can we not learn to love
the perfect spring weather,
as we have learnt to love ourselves?
As I opened my eyes, the only thing I saw was the sky. With its azure-colored background, fluffy clouds were splashed all over, the sky looked as if it was in a good mood. Sailing through them were a flock of birds, spreading their wings as if they were a kite. The gentle winds blew the leaves of the trees, making them dance in excitement. As I looked at the dark-blue lake beneath the hill, swans were seen, peacefully floating on the waters like buoys on the seas. Alongside them were their offspring, clinging together as close as possible like a thread in a cloth.
As I turned to my right, I saw field, filled with grass and trees. The scenery was like a painting of a masterpiece that was made once in blue moon. The plains the filled with children, playing tag, not realizing that they could play something much more fun. Right beside me were my siblings, sleeping soundly, locked away in dreamland.
As I stood up, I realized that this
Cycle of LifeWe walk because we can,
we walk because we need to,
we walk to go forward...
Then, we stop.
We stop because we're tired,
we stop because we need a break,
we stop because when we close our eyes...
We open them to see a new day.
Prayer of the Peaceful oneQuiet contemplation.
See with closed eyes,
But with opened mind.
Cold wind and rain,
Whisper in my ear.
Meditation of soul...
Give me stillness of heart,
Grant me calming sublimity,
And oneness with the earth.
Oh, the summer moon!
Stripped to bare skin, burnished smooth
Bathes in still waters
The moon rose, slinking
Over trees, their leaves burnished
And dull foil silver finished
She, the moon sipped
The dark of waves
Of deep waters, grey
And mercury dipped.
As an old woman she laid
Just above the rock reef stone
Hooded, in her winter shade
A specter of both coal and bone.
Rain, incessant, settled into
A heavy October mist.
I was alone, except
Beside me on the cold sheets
You left behind the low hung moon
Moon, the moon
Who might, in hurried footfalls break
The midnight springtime’s upturned face
In settling on a mirrored wave
Her visage crests, then swiftly cracks
While gulls with banded wingtips snap.
Into the mists, concealing all
As on the rocks the slivers fall
The Last ElephantLumbering through grey Savannah
Kicking up swirls of dust
Path making on Earth's crust
The last elephant finishes his circle.
It's voice is hoarse from calling
Its brothers, who are gone
Fallen under the poachers' gun
Their breath stolen from existence.
The elephant knows death is near
Its ancient legs shake
There's no decision to make
Its wandering is done here.
And when it settles down for final sleep
Its majestic tusks will be stolen
Its face ripped open
Such is the fate of the last elephant.
So admire it as it walks, while it walks
AutumnReds and Golds;
there are pumpkins everywhere.
fall off the golden trees.
The smell of rain;
fills the air.
Frost covers the land,
leaving behind a crystal wonderland.
In the pumpkin fields,
getting lost in the corn maze.
for Trick or Treaters.
to the rain drops,
patter on the roof top.
While the smell,
fill the room.
It is autumn,
and soon winter will come.
When time was froze
My breath blew across the land.
Yet no one knows
What I had planned.
I knew, I felt,
I heard, I froze,
The king had knowledge withheld.
The Jester began to doze.
Energy in the kingdom drained
My plan was simple and nearly done.
Though everything was explained,
In the end, there was only destruction.
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