When you stare into my eyes
What do you see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and show the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do you see that in my eyes?
Do you see me?
It's amazing what you can hide
Just by putting on a smile.
What do you see?
I know I see a scared girl,
Who wants to break out of her shell
and show the world who she really is.
She feels abandoned and alone
even with friends and family around her.
She has been used and she was choking on the promise she would never fall again.
She's the girl people see
Laughing and smiling on the outside
is actually Crying and Hurting inside.
People misunderstands her,
They judge and tease but she puts up a shield.
She is sweet and sensitive but they don't care
They're cruel as the world we live in.
Do you see that in my eyes?
Do you see me?
It's amazing what you can hide
Just by putting on a smile.
“Unheeded warnings pushed me to the ground,
They pushed harder and harder till they knocked me down.
Only left with the desire to rise,
Into those lovely empyreal skies.
My wrongdoings, my feelings of hate,
Caused me to carry this troublesome weight.
To make things right is not always the goal,
I will be free when I earn someone’s soul.
I must win one heart,
Somehow, someway,
Or after ten years I won’t live one more day.
My dire situation, with my trust and my fear,
I must find just one person, one person to hold dear.
The skies are calling,
I’m wanting to fly.
My wings are broken, frozen stiff and bare.
But I must find someone,
Somehow, somewhere,
To help with the search, to help with my goal,
I must capture,
An untainted new soul.”
(c) Waverly L. Harris
They pushed harder and harder till they knocked me down.
Only left with the desire to rise,
Into those lovely empyreal skies.
My wrongdoings, my feelings of hate,
Caused me to carry this troublesome weight.
To make things right is not always the goal,
I will be free when I earn someone’s soul.
I must win one heart,
Somehow, someway,
Or after ten years I won’t live one more day.
My dire situation, with my trust and my fear,
I must find just one person, one person to hold dear.
The skies are calling,
I’m wanting to fly.
My wings are broken, frozen stiff and bare.
But I must find someone,
Somehow, somewhere,
To help with the search, to help with my goal,
I must capture,
An untainted new soul.”
(c) Waverly L. Harris
how we met each other.
I knew from the first contact
that we are different from the others.
You, so unusual and sweet,
with magic in words,
you left me dreams.
But dreams are afraid of
reality.
Afraid of the storm
and restlessness.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
Everyone wants to dream,
fearing that reality may
destroy that moment of peace,
bringing pain and empty memories,
words that have gone with breeze.
Although you make your peace
with reality,
you still dream the same dream,
while the pain smolder in you.
Everything changes,
everything fades away with time,
but you still dream the same dream.
The reasons are always
different, and yet the same.
In the end, you realize
that everything is just a dream,
everything has its end.
And while the pain smolder in you
and everything fades slowly,
you still dream the same dream,
you still dream.
As we grow up we leave behind the simple things... what would the world be if we just stayed in our lala land of childhood?
When do wobbley steps turn in to fearless sprints? How is it that our mothers kisses lose their powers when you need them most? When does a modest squart turn in to a slutty skirt? At what point does sparkely eyeshadow fill in for water colours? And eye liner replaces markers? When did undies turn in to lacey panties? Why must holding hand with a friend mean something more? At what age are we when rain boots get tossed aside for hooker boots? When did "I love you mommy" turn in to screams of hatred for the woman who raised you? Why must our evil story book witches come alive as mean, self-centered bitches? How is it possible that some were in our lives we stopped drawing and making heart and started to break and mend others hearts? Why must songs of joy and fun turn in to to raps of hate and pain?
When do wobbley steps turn in to fearless sprints? How is it that our mothers kisses lose their powers when you need them most? When does a modest squart turn in to a slutty skirt? At what point does sparkely eyeshadow fill in for water colours? And eye liner replaces markers? When did undies turn in to lacey panties? Why must holding hand with a friend mean something more? At what age are we when rain boots get tossed aside for hooker boots? When did "I love you mommy" turn in to screams of hatred for the woman who raised you? Why must our evil story book witches come alive as mean, self-centered bitches? How is it possible that some were in our lives we stopped drawing and making heart and started to break and mend others hearts? Why must songs of joy and fun turn in to to raps of hate and pain?
i can't think,
my mind is poisoned,
my mind is trapped...
So many thoughts,
the fear is coming,
it's waiting.
How strong are you to
fight,
how weak are you to
deny?
Don't find me,
i'd rather stay here,
so far away from
your ruthlessness.
Tears of despair
are calling your name,
and you want to drag
me there...
The way you possess me
is so cruel,
why don't you leave me alone?
I'm not like the others,
they might be stronger
or weaker,
it depends how you
see it.
The darkness is all over,
poisoning my mind,
the fear is itching,
it's everywhere,
won't go away!
It stains my soul,
i'm shaking,
despair won't let me.
So many thoughts,
but nothing's resolved
yet,
it's just fear
holding me,
hauling me deeper
into its ruthlessness.
I don't want this,
so be gone,
you live inside me,
but you don't know.
Tears of despair
are calling your name,
they want to drive you away,
so i could feel safe,
so i could be far away,
so far of your ruthlessness.
Move through your day
This quiet space that you fill
Here by a dark moon
Filled up from the rain in my eyes
My fingers are cold on your skin
Dream me away
Before the night becomes day
You'll see it all come true
This water is deep
You go to sleep
And silently
Dream me away
I have a picture
It rests in my hand
I opened my window tonight
I have a feeling
It will be okay
My senses will guide me through
I'll dream us away
Before the night becomes day
I'll see it all come true
This water is deep
We’ll go to sleep
And silently dream us away
And silently dream
And silently
us
away
away...
The moon above, full and bright, casts an eerie glow among the mist.
A gentle midnight breeze whistles through the winter trees
Waving ridgedly to the winter rhythm
The ground is hard from the freeze, the dirt cruches under your feet
In the distance a wolf howls, its haunting voice pierces your soul
The ghosts of the forest creep from the trees
Their cold embrace freezes you to your core
Desperate to escape you look into the shadows of the forest
A light in the distance softly shines, beckoning you to join it.
You run, ignoring the distorted screaming faces from the trees, desperate to reach the comforting light.
You finally come to it, the light is bright, warm and welcoming
As you get closer it engulfs you, sucking you into its protective glow
Soon you emerge into a different world but it is the same from where you came
A mirror world...
Darkness to Light...
Once again, another one of my short yet dark poems...
I hope I don't cause any depression to anyone!
*NOTE* I am planning on writing a more spiritual poem
Control
My life is controlled and I'll never know what its like to be free
I will never get out of this hole of sorrow and I will become burdened with a lifeless soul
I dont believe anything will change as I stay captive like an animal in its cage
The rage of my misery will never see the day of freedom even though I long to fly above the trees to get away
But how can I if I am a prisoner?
I hope I don't cause any depression to anyone!
*NOTE* I am planning on writing a more spiritual poem
Control
My life is controlled and I'll never know what its like to be free
I will never get out of this hole of sorrow and I will become burdened with a lifeless soul
I dont believe anything will change as I stay captive like an animal in its cage
The rage of my misery will never see the day of freedom even though I long to fly above the trees to get away
But how can I if I am a prisoner?
I wasn't sure if I wanted to post this poem because it is quite personal but I figured why not...
Brother
Are you my brother or are you a vicious stranger?
How could you stand there and look at my innocent young face with such disgrace and treat me as if I was just trash to be thrown away?
You wear a mask of sweetness but I know what lies behind that fake gentle face you portray nothing but lies and hate...
Day after day you throw your hand at me and then return for my forgiveness but now I am through with you...
No longer will I take your wrath of cruelty and you will see what a better person I have become after living in your world of misery
While you will sink further into your wretched world I will rise higher...away from you
Brother
Are you my brother or are you a vicious stranger?
How could you stand there and look at my innocent young face with such disgrace and treat me as if I was just trash to be thrown away?
You wear a mask of sweetness but I know what lies behind that fake gentle face you portray nothing but lies and hate...
Day after day you throw your hand at me and then return for my forgiveness but now I am through with you...
No longer will I take your wrath of cruelty and you will see what a better person I have become after living in your world of misery
While you will sink further into your wretched world I will rise higher...away from you
(I'm just gonna put this here...)
The butterfly on my wrist
Gave me a goodbye kiss.
I broke my promises
And now look at this.
Tonight I'll stay up late.
Four AM, still awake.
With my smiles so fake,
This will make her heart break.
I know that I'm loved.
I always return your hugs,
But my thoughts are like thugs,
And the razor my drug.
This isn't the last time,
And I will pay for my crimes,
I'll pay for each self-made line,
But keep saying that I'm fine.
So tonight I'll sit and think.
From bitterness I will drink.
With the fading wounds pink,
And stains filling the sink.
If you promise to stay,
Don't leave me or push me away,
Then I promise to try.
I promise to not die.
I'll slow down just for you.
Because of all the things that you do.
I will try to stop bleeding
If you say "I love you" like you mean it.
The butterfly on my wrist
Gave me a goodbye kiss.
I broke my promises
And now look at this.
Tonight I'll stay up late.
Four AM, still awake.
With my smiles so fake,
This will make her heart break.
I know that I'm loved.
I always return your hugs,
But my thoughts are like thugs,
And the razor my drug.
This isn't the last time,
And I will pay for my crimes,
I'll pay for each self-made line,
But keep saying that I'm fine.
So tonight I'll sit and think.
From bitterness I will drink.
With the fading wounds pink,
And stains filling the sink.
If you promise to stay,
Don't leave me or push me away,
Then I promise to try.
I promise to not die.
I'll slow down just for you.
Because of all the things that you do.
I will try to stop bleeding
If you say "I love you" like you mean it.
Once upon a time,
The beginning of all stories,
But this is not a story,
So once upon a life,
I saw a young and beautiful woman
Who wears a golden face,
And she has a shining smile
One stair at her & my heart gets stolen,
I tried to stay away but I was blinded with only her image.
The image has your reflections, which makes me feel so free.
Pretending to know the future but yet the faith is endless.
As she turned n looked at me she became the deepest feeling.
I went to ask her name, and then I found it was you.
The beginning of all stories,
But this is not a story,
So once upon a life,
I saw a young and beautiful woman
Who wears a golden face,
And she has a shining smile
One stair at her & my heart gets stolen,
I tried to stay away but I was blinded with only her image.
The image has your reflections, which makes me feel so free.
Pretending to know the future but yet the faith is endless.
As she turned n looked at me she became the deepest feeling.
I went to ask her name, and then I found it was you.
Where broad-winged eagles fly.
The fences that encircle him
Are Mountains, stream and sky.
There's beauty in his regal heart
And in his gentle face,
And in the swiftness that combines
Such power, poise, and grace.
There's beauty in his noble stance
For it will always be
A part of all that untamed land
SO OPEN, WILD AND FREE
Credit to Herrmans Royal Lippizans Mayaka City,Florida
This was painted on the wall of their barn
i really applied to the Lippizans they had there
What do you do
when your strings are snapped
your roots detatched
your vesel cracked?
When you're filled with anger
Fear and hate?
And there's so much water
that you sink?
Or when the metaphors
you thought applied is bent
or worse, snapped
The word jumbles
The thoughts collide
Until you just cry
What do you do then?
When your life is in pieces?
And people can see the real you
Will it kill you?
Knowing your carefully crafted wall
has tumbled
chunks of ruble flying everywhere
That ruble kills, so you stay away
killing yourself
All you've known
Hate
Pain
Death
when your strings are snapped
your roots detatched
your vesel cracked?
When you're filled with anger
Fear and hate?
And there's so much water
that you sink?
Or when the metaphors
you thought applied is bent
or worse, snapped
The word jumbles
The thoughts collide
Until you just cry
What do you do then?
When your life is in pieces?
And people can see the real you
Will it kill you?
Knowing your carefully crafted wall
has tumbled
chunks of ruble flying everywhere
That ruble kills, so you stay away
killing yourself
All you've known
Hate
Pain
Death
While my friends are out on the town
I stay home alone
All by myself
And no one calls the phone
Silence except the t.v on
Keeping me company
People think I'm lonely.
Yet, they don't understand
That I feel no void being alone
I enjoy it, so much
That it's become my crutch
I write
I draw
I use my mind for it all
Yet again
I wouldn't mind
To be invited somewhere.
Is it a problem that I like to be alone?
I don't think so
Yet others do
But once they're alone
They'll know not what to do
As for me,
I'll know what to do
I'll sleep, write, draw, or watch movies
Because even though no one's there
I do not have a problem being alone.
I stay home alone
All by myself
And no one calls the phone
Silence except the t.v on
Keeping me company
People think I'm lonely.
Yet, they don't understand
That I feel no void being alone
I enjoy it, so much
That it's become my crutch
I write
I draw
I use my mind for it all
Yet again
I wouldn't mind
To be invited somewhere.
Is it a problem that I like to be alone?
I don't think so
Yet others do
But once they're alone
They'll know not what to do
As for me,
I'll know what to do
I'll sleep, write, draw, or watch movies
Because even though no one's there
I do not have a problem being alone.