Sad Hopefulness

Shattered soul
picking up the pieces is
exhausting
Always picking up the pieces.
a sad hopefulness encourages you,
and your shattered soul
to try again.
Always trying again.
Tired of starting at the beginning
but don't know exactly what to do
Never know what to do.

Dark Corner

in a corner,
in the dark
soul twisting anger
and burning hot tears.
so hot it hurts to cry
but the hurt feels good,
so the tears continue.
what to do when it gets like this?
she doesn't know,
so she stays in the corner,
in the dark

Invasion

Tears roll down her face
Angry thoughts invade her space
Fights to live with grace

what the world has taught me

what the world has taught me
has not been easy
Lessons of lies and betrayal
of heart ache and pain.
So i sit here, in the dark
wondering what to do next.
Afraid to move,
afraid of more pain.
of more heartbreak and lies.
Afraid of the world

we can just walk around all day

Poetry Project time!! Its been a while!! The lovely Marian from @Runaway_tweets obviously suggested the line for me. I suggested one for her too, so keep an eye out for it!

Her perfect red hair

highlighted with purple streaks,

shimmers in the sun

making my spirit glow

Her nose, decorated with a diamond

and her skin, decorated with ink

is familiar

Full of life

Full of love

She is my very best friend

My partner in crime

My soulmate

We can just walk around all day

in silence,

and know what the feeling of the moment is,

the thought of the moment.

My soulmate.

With her shimmering red hair, and decorated skin

She is beautiful

Badass

Talented

and full of love.

*update. Here is the poem she wrote with my line!! Give her some love!~

Hallow's Eve

The Boogey Monster is on the lookout
for young ones to taunt.
Cackling is heard in the distance,
reminding you of nightmares you had as a child
of Witches and Evil.
You see a Cauldron in a dark corner of your favorite park
and chills run up your spine.
This evening is frightful,
the most frightful of all.
As ghosts and goblins surround you,
you wonder 'what is real, and what is pretend?'
Your mind is tortured.
Ghoulish happenings occur under a full moon
and under that same full moon,
howling is heard in the distance.
Your senses are tingly
as you take in all the spooky.
This evening is fueled by wicked.
ah crap,
now zombies are coming!
Run!

Perfect Image of Beauty

What is the image of beauty?
In all its awesomeness

A bride wearing her perfect dress
Stunning
Glowing with love,
as she looks at her new husband.

Obvious love,
as they gaze into each others eyes.
Into each other's soul.
Seeing each other for exactly what they are.

On this day, they have joined.
Joined hands,
Joined lips,
Joined hearts.

Joined to live life as one,
promising themselves to one another.

That,
is the perfect image of beauty