Friday, July 23, 2010

What Am I?

I’m a rush, a beating,
A set of desperate feelings.
I’m an adrenaline shot, a stumbling fall
And in the end, I’m worth it all…

I’m a low bass roar,
a beautiful song
One that many never realize
is there all along.

The double beat time of a heart
And just as easily, I can be torn apart.
I can be a quick run, or a slow crawl
I’m something to which so many would give their all.

I’m a sickness, a disease
I’m the virus and the cure
I’m a bramble and yet a flower
A soft petal and a rough burr.

I’m a tropic storm and a calm sea
I’m unique, no one can truly copy me.
I’m a blizzard, a thunderstorm demanding attention
And yet, I’m hidden, and by few I am mentioned

I’m a rush and a beating
A set of desperate feelings
I’m an adrenaline shot, a stumbling fall
And in the end, I’m worth it all…

What am I?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Choose the dream, Dream the Choice

A cowboy hat or an acoustic guitar,
a bright red flame, or a hott rockstar.
A troubled mind from across the sea
or one who will always love me.
A survivalist mind or a bass guitar
a bloodstained knife, or a shiny car.
A college student  or an Irish guy
a young companion or an older one's sighs.
To tell the truth or to protect them from pain,
to believe I'm fine or that I've gone insane.
I'm starting to wonder if it was enough
to have chosen so completely to find myself.
I chose the dream and so dreamed the choice, 
and now, I can no longer find my voice...

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Fallen


Staring out over the water,
I can see them coming in.
Dark, and heavy with rain,
darker than the darkest sin.

My mood blackens with the weather
as I growl out in frustration
I can't imagine what I'll do yet, 
but I can't take this damnation.

Spiraling downwards go my thoughts
and swiftly followed by my soul
as my mind darkens with the depth
as I speed to find a means to reach my goal.

The scars upon my back 
ache with an old, burning pain.
I can almost feel the ripped wings
wishing I could fly again.

They tore them off ten years ago
when I was foolish and young,
when I committed a sinful act
and now it's over, now it's done.
Black hair around my face
hiding my furious glare
but the clouds did come to my call,
gathering at the sky where I stared.

Lightning streaks across the sky
lighting the darkness for a brief time
and sharp eyes scan the horizon
looking for the sign.

A former angel, that's what I am
fallen from the sky to earth
and when I pause to think of it
between this and death, this is worse.

So I sit and I growl out my anger
I push away my pain
hoping that one day, through whatever means,
I'll be able to find my wings, and fly again.

Friday, July 2, 2010

English Braids and Lavender




Fleeting is this life we live,

As with the wind do we all run

Until in the landscape do we fade.

Memories, however;

‘til forever do they stay

As lovely reflections upon a lake,

And ripples in each silent breeze.

And, as that is true,

In the cascading shades of darkness,

When cloying night whispers upon my face do bead,

I shall dream a dream of English braids and lavender;

For, of my memories, I do hold dear

The sweet scent of lavender and the subtle perfection of English braids.

Whenever without a light I am,

The sweet scent of lavender shall from the gloom draw me,

And the subtle perfection of English braids shall my eyes dry.

If in the sun they never again my senses grace,

Then in woe shall my heart sing

And dampen my cheeks with its melody.

But, said is it that, if one loves something dearly,

The ultimate act of heart is to cut its chains and set it free;

This life we live is much too swift,

And deserve it we do to pick that wind up beneath our feet,

Even if to us it brings to us great pain.

And, as that is true,

In the cascading shades of darkness,

When cloying night whispers upon my face do bead,

I shall dream a dream of English braids and lavender.

~Sola-Lily ♥

All For You




All within and all without me;

All for these arms about my neck,

Moonlight deep and tender,

Cool air crisp and early.

My heart whispers within the still sky,

And each curl of feathery serenity assures me;

I’ll spear each star and empty the night,

Douse the sun and drain the day,

Let the ocean bleed out then hang it out to dry;

I’ll do anything you wish.

Your pain I shall take for my own,

Your tears I shall cry,

Whatever you wish, whatever you wish;

It shall be.


~Sola-Lily ♥