Sameechaos

Roses bloom in spring. Petals soft as silky skin. Covered by its thorns.

How often is a bird's wings clipped? Never to be able to fly again would bring such sorrow. Given the chance, I would fly. Broken wings or not, I would catch the sky. The stones of old always thrown. I'm too high for them to touch. With broken wings I do amend. That I will soar above the river's bend. So many cries that make me cringe, Make me weep, but still catch the wind. They are my own that I ignore. Best forget than regret. But what regret I do not have. The worst is if, with broken wings, You never try to fly at all.

Blood drips slowly down. Staining these pure white petals of the rose, Like tears they fall to the ground. A black widow rests on the white rose As if to sleep or comfort it. Only a leaf and a thorn; Like a sword and shield to protect it. The white rose's petals still spilled blood Like a river of tears.

One Fall day, just as the leaves were beginning to fall, I step with a crunch on the leaves beneath my feet. The air is crisp and it brings a smile to my lips. To think that every year Autumn comes then leaves me and never even says goodbye. The falling leaves are like flakes as they depart from the tree. Golden and reddish they come as they travel on the wind that kisses my cheek so softly. I walk on with the dry crunches of the trees' summer gloves that are now the path's scattered coat. I walk to the steps with a fast excited breaths. For I know what waits inside. Walking up those stairs with fear left aside. The steps moan as I run up eac

The breeze caressed my skin with the softest touches, tickling my long thick lashes. Tempted, I slowly open them to reveal a wide-open sea of green. The sky is an unbelievable blue that could rival even the most beautiful robin’s egg. I stand still, long wavy black hair gently moved by a playful wind. My dress is long in sleeves and skirt, dark dusty rose; a peasant dress. Fair skin touched with pink in average cheekbones. A feeling of peace resides inside, reflecting in a calm gaze and graceful stride downhill. The dancing grass the only thing in sight for miles. Wisps of white stroke the sky here and there. I feel I am the only one i

When you are small and young all it may take a single element, a single metal object no bigger than one's hand to ignite the excitement. Cast with a round almost oval head and long, thin body. Its teeth resembling a Chinese puzzle box like Tetris pieces placed in correctly could unlock a youth’s wonder. Sitting in front of the old wooden chest thinking, what secrets could be inside; was it treasure? was it memories locked away? Only by unlocking it could one ever know. Bright and young, innocent eyes looked to the chest; a strong, solid chest that was pure Rowan and brass restraints kept the 4 feet tall and 3 feet wide chest closed. Not

I know not where I am going but wherever I go, I hope it is where you are. As I look up at the stars tonight I close my eyes and I am standing by your side. And though you are gone I will not be without you. Your smile, so warm that it could melt my heart that now shines only for me. I open my eyes only to find myself dreaming. Were you only a dream after all? I must find you; I wish to see that smile. Then, I may be at peace. If I, not for me, then may you warm the hearts of those you meet. I close my eyes to the moon and stars above, dreaming of you as I am awake. So cruel is time, that has taken you from this earth. I close my eyes

Even though life is getting harder and we are getting older. We still have each other in the end. We, who stick together and are friends till the end, even in death as our bodies lay lifeless and cold. 'Everyone misses what they used to hate, life is cruel and unusual. You can either make the best of it or it can swallow you whole into distant darkness. It's all your choice. But no matter what I will always love you and be there for you.' ~ 2007 A saying to her best friends when they were in their most depressed and desperate time of needs.

As I laid there in the darkness, my thoughts wandered. Why had I come back? Was it for love? Joy? Or a promise I made to myself? Whatever the reason, I was on the floor now and I didn't move. I looked at the ceiling so pure, so plain. What was it that made it seem so close? Outside a storm of thunder, rain and lightning streaked the sky to the ground on this night. As I laid on cold floor in the center of the room, the tree's limbs scraped at the window like a wolf's claw. A peaceful sound for one that once stood dead. The door opened. Who walked in? I couldn't, didn't see. I never lifted my head. In that time, Death stood over me with a smil