Daily Archives: June 10, 2013
NAVA
From darkness I was born and darkness will set me free
Who dragged me into a world where I wasn’t meant to be?
Yes I know who I was and who I’ll be again
But until that day I will stay lost
Will there ever be an end?
Yes I know
There’s never a vampire alone
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Please let me see who I am
There is a journey in my head; will it lead me to life or death?
I can’t tell, but the path I’ve traveled was hell
I need space to become my self
As troubles are bad for my health
I need a way to express myself without fear
That someone is watching me, closely, near
I need that distance from those that cause me pain
Because it is them that drive me insane
I cannot live like this for long
I, myself is where I belong
Alone, if necessary
But free
For I cannot take any more you see
I need to find myself
Me
Who am I?
Let me see
Please
Let me
Be
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Jelly beans
A mix of colors in my jar makes it seem I’ve captured rainbows
My sugary treats tastes so great, I hope that you won’t suppose that I’d share these with you?
My little sweet drops of dew?
They’re mine, all mine!
I will not share
Do not ask for one
Don’t you dare!
They’re my tasty beans
They’re my favorite treat
Oh hang on there, isn’t he sweet?
He can have one, but you cannot
Here you are my little tot
I’d better hurry up and eat the lot
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Fate sutures death
She’s a witch, casting spells in the night
I saw her dancing with the devil in delight
I saw her too, said an old rickety man
She gave me gout after she spat in a can
And I too, said another in the back of the court
She gave me fits now my face is contort
She took my babe, barely weaning too
And where he is, I’ve not a clue
Aye, I saw a babe in arms, killed by the devils charm
In yonder wood, I saw a fleeing from it a woman in a hood
There’s the witch, there, there
They pointed accusingly
All the fingers outstretched were pointing towards me
I was lynch mobbed and nothing I could do
Would save me from this preview
They were wretched and afraid
And very dismayed by the events unfolding in town
They knew there was a witch to be had, but she couldn’t be found
So it was me, the prettiest one
The one with long golden hair
I was the witch this time round
And whether I was innocent or not, they didn’t care
So I was took to the gallows and strangled to death
And just as I took one last breath, onto a fire I was thrown
Nobody cried that day for me, I died all alone
But there will be another girl someday in the near future
Whose fate will be the same as mine and fate will find her and suture her demeanor, until bad luck has ceased
Or maybe never it will cease
Maybe this will be a continuous flow of innocent murders by the townsfolk who think they are doing godly works
Instead they just act like jerks
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