Blogger Widgets Read between the lines: 2006


Sunday, October 22, 2006

I don't know where I've been

Lost and not wanting to be found

Tuck into the mist of illusions in my mind

Hole in my heart

Filled with cotton balls

Tears that down pourLike a waterfall

My soul has just been released

I now can just breathe

Stuck into a muck

Without any paddles

In a boat that is starting to sink

I'll find my way

The struggle is tuff

After all of my emotions

Whirled around my mind

I've been miss led

But I see a light

That's brighter than before

My heart still aches

And my soul is still wounded

I scream and shout

That the end will come soon

My heart will heal

And that's when I'll breathe


The pain resurfaced within my soul
I cry out in pain
trying so hard to let go
of the things I did out of love
stops my heart to think of
I weep now
Its the only thing I know now
releasing of those thoughts
you had me trapped
thinking it was love
I loved you
and gave to you
all of me
you took a piece of me
a part of me
turned love around
making me see it so differently
I was your toy
that you sexually enjoyed
never seeing my heart
my soul spoke out of love
the things youve done
are Rape and fun
through your fantasy mind
you never opened your eyes
to see that I loved you
all you were were lies
and your way of fun
I choose not to play this game
my heart, soul and love for you
are done
© Copyright ~mOe2006~


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Thursday, October 19, 2006

All this time I have kept my mouth stitched shut
Hush, quiet, and dont say a word
Forget, and let it be forgotten
The past is the end
You've broken my heart again
My mouth will be sewn
My last tear falls for you
You say you still love me
But you've forgotten
The pain you gave to me
© Copyright ~mOe2006~

Drifting into the Milky Way

Our souls and spirits
Reach the galaxy
Drifting into the Milky Way
Touching stars that will enlighten us
Shinning both of our hearts
With romance, passion
And amorousness
Soft kisses as our lips touch
Explosions erupt into devotedness
Our passion develops into romanticism
Clashing and bursting
With eruption within our minds
Gliding by the moon
Holding each others hearts
As we drift into the Milky Way

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon comes out now.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Dancing within my dreams
Drifting into the sky
Colliding through a meteor stream
Smacked my soul awaking me
My world turns blackAll the stars have dropped into the sea
Helpless, confused, and misplaced
I've dropped my compass
Lost between the intergalactic space
The moon and the sun have gone hue-less
My soul cries out to crack glass
Set me free from this dream
This contrast and harass
I wish to awake from this illusionIs this a reverie?
Am I wide-awake and dreaming?
Spinning and twirling
Down to the earthI fall
Descending, give way and fail
To awaken from my dream
I pray for my life to begin to become real
Allowing myself to sense, touch and feel


Gloomy like the leaves that lye beneath me
As I walk this wet October morning
The smell of musty chilling breeze
Icy air to breathe that grabs your lungs and squeezes them
I stroll along this damp trailBundled in coats, gloves and scarves
Pretending my heart is safe
Although wondering if my heart should become frozen
Become numb and no longer feel
Maybe to even freeze the part of my mind
Of the memories of my past
I so wish to leave behind


Stormy yesterday

hearing the ripples in the waves
gliding gently upon the shore
hazy clouds drifting across the skies
making their way to another side
the air so crisp and salty
you can taste upon your tongue
as you walk along the wet sand
with thoughts within your mind
the storm has gone and passed away
as so your thoughts of the stormy yesterday

Vanishing fear

Your thoughts are what frighten you. Choose to change them, and the fear is gone.