brokenscarred

Sitting in the dark, dreaming of what cannot be Hearts of stone, cold as ice. Fire burns, sunlight fades Wandering aimlessly, lost in the wilderness. Searching for the one, always out of reach Wishing for more, impossible it seems. Visions in the night, tormenting endlessly Push them back, needless are these. Always hoping, always wanting Wings of stone, carried on the wind. Dreaming of what cannot be, Warm hearts, across oceans of time.

There is a room. A room that has always made me feel uneasy. It is not large, three walls, the fourth being the closet and turned to a corner. The window faces the east, a dresser beneath. The bed is in the middle, with shelves in two corners. A desk is off to the right, with bookcase next to it. When last I saw it, the walls were covered in celebrity photos ripped from magazines, men mostly. It had the distinct air of a teenager. It was not ominous, this room. The curtains blew gently with the wind when the window was open, the computer hummed when it was moved in. The cassette recorder boombox bellowed out the sound of Celine Dion and Mari

Night sounds, all around. Life pulsing under twinkling stars. Hear the crickets sing, water pulsing. Shades of Cerulean blanket the landscape. Just on the horizon, fading light, life begins. Modern blankets the old, block out one, you hear the Other. Winter is joyous, Spring brings Life anew. Brown is fading, Green emerges anew. Hail Mother Earth, all is Her creation. Twilight comes, bringing the Mysteries to light. Shadows fall, casting brilliant imagery. Cool breeze, bathing the air with sweet aromas. Start of the rains, washing the Earth of the past. New beginnings, new possibilities, just on the other side of the horizon. The light is fad

Eyes searching in the dark, seeking out the one who holds her heart. Heart pulsing, she takes a deep breath as she scans the darkness for some sign that he is near. Her mind playing tricks on her, she imagines she feels his breath on her neck, his hands on her hair. She closes her eyes as he kisses her neck and his arms encircle her waist. She turns and his lips softly meet hers. The kiss is gentle, and she feels his tongue softly touch hers. She wraps her arms around his neck as he holds her close and she inhales his sweet scent. She pulls back and meets his eyes, green, with a look of total devotion and in that moment she kn

Wanting, waiting Dreaming, hoping Wishes, dreams All unheard/unfulfilled Not wanting an ordinary life Wishing for something more Dreams of epic battles Epic hopes, epic endings The supernatural not folly Logic never wins out Superstitions give way to truth Intuition always right Doubts cloud the mind Voices heard Listen to some, ignore the rest Mysterious not evil Clouded in mist, there you will find Answers already given Though not always clear They are there Twilight holds the secrets The witching hour lets go Accept what is yours Not easy to do Disdain must be let go Wonder and joy must be let in Worry and fear, t

From the depths comes a voice Guiding me forward Sometimes faint Other times screaming I have been in my own personal hell For far too long Grasping in the dark Reaching for the light Shadows blocking my way Fear holding me back Gentle hands Keeping me on my path I have strayed too far Though it is not too late To return to that which I know is right Admitting to oneself is the hardest step Change is coming Frightened it will lead to a place Not wished to be visited Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst Believing in oneself is the hardest of all Listening to others and knowing what they say is true Will I come