So you want to see some of my writigs? Well I have finaly been able to put them on. Enjoy.
The Storm
A growl in the wind
a sound of anger and resentment
rolling and thundering
Vengeful and hating.
A cry in the wind
a sound of sadness and despair
Sorrowful and gloomy
Tearful and solumn.
A sigh in the wind
A sound of finality and decision
Deep and caring
Steady and unmoving.
A laugh in the wind
A sound of happiness and cheer
Boisterous and fun
Joyful and loving.
The storm ends.
I Cry
I thought she understood,
I thought she loved me.
That's what I thought,
then she left me.
There's more fish in the sea,
that's what they say.
But what about me?
Can't they see,
that it's my heart,
my life being ripped,
from the safe cage of love?
Life keeps going,
like nothing happened at all.
Don't they see me?
Don't they see my pain?
No.
Their expressionless faces,
the way they walk,
says they have their own world,
a world of problems.
I guess I'm on my own,
in my own world,
I'm all alone.
so now alone.....
I cry.
In Death
(In memory of Leona Nichols)
Bewildered we sit
Looking over you
Not knowing what to say
Or what to do.
In sadness we cry
To mourn the loss of you
And yet we smile
Knowing all of your pain is through.
Though your gone
You'll always be here
You're in our hearts
So you'll always be near.
Your love still endures
Your kindness still shines
And in our lives
Your hopes never die.
Though you can't speak
We can still hear
The love in your heart
Your wispers in our ears.
Though you're leaving
Your memories remain
Your breath on the breeze
Your laughter in the trees.
We will always remember
Who could ever forget?
You, who loved us all
You are one of the best
The Gods will ever get.
What is Love?
What is love?
Is it just a delusion of the heart?
No. It's all the feelings you have inside.
It's happiness and anger.
It's longing and patience.
It's life....
But then what is life....
But a mere delusion?
Death of Love
A sharp stabing pain that sears the heart
A double edged sword that severs the strings of love
Uncaring and unstopable it's always there
As sharp and as blunt as nothing else in this world.
What is it that hurts so bad as to never end
That it can twist reality into fantasy
That can make the good, bad and the right, wrong.
It's an endless longing a constant want
But it will never stop or end
Because this pain is.....
