I am sorry
But leave me to me
To try to help
Will only hinder
Your hand held out
Will only set me back
Close your eyes
Be blind to the cuts I have
Close your ears
Be deaf to my screams
Close your mouth
Don't speak on my pain
As I am cut
I heal myself
As I scream
It's my release
It's in my pain
I find my own peace
As I sit here
The water caresses my feet
With my eyes closed
The wind blows through my hair
A breath of air
As fresh as the grass I touch
I feel the warmth
Of the sun shining down
Nothing calms better
Than the rhythm nature plays
A body in tune
One beat matching another
A serenity
Created by a moment in time
In one heart
Will be made to last forever
It is this moment
Which makes the day to day okay
In this moment
Life creates its own beauty
The Lady in Red - Prologue by mirlynn2000, literature
Literature
The Lady in Red - Prologue
As she walks down the halls, the only noise to be heard is the sound of her boots echoing on the stones. The halls are empty, fear keeps the other people away, but they all take note her passage. On the outside she is calm and confident, an aura of authority and power almost visible. On the inside, her sadness threatens. "You don't need to fear me," she thinks to herself, "I will not harm you." But could she really blame them for being afraid? After all, she had destroyed the entire enemy army in one strike, despite the fact that her full power was
As I watch the sky darken
A chill goes up my spine
Will this be it?
Will this storm be the end?
The lore protects me
As I protect the others
The thunder rumbles loudly
Will my protection be enough?
There is no silence
No calm before the storm
The thunder deafens
The tension so thick
As I watch the lightening
I stiffen in anticipation
Destruction is coming
Disaster will rain down
But this is me
This is what I live for
I smile as I step forth
Tis a good night for a storm
For all those...
Who are away from home
So we have a home to go to
For all those...
Who witness nightmares
So that we sleep easy at night
For all those...
Whose mothers await their return
While we tuck in our children at night
For all those...
Who don't come home to say hello
But come home so we can say goodbye
This is for all those whose strengths
Know only the bounds of their own resolve
This is for all those whose dedication to others
Would make them saints...
...If they were not already soldiers
I am the Lady in Red
My real name is not granted to me
For with it I can burn the world
I am instead granted guardianship
A guardian to watch over me
As I am allowed to watch over the realms
I am the embodiment of the cusp of power
But it is power I will never have
The spirits are afraid of what I could do
The chains around my heart are heavy
I cannot break free of the bonds
The fire inside threatens to consume me
I an the Lady in Red
Tell me my name, trust in my soul
Give me the chance to truly live
Out of Sight, Out of Our Minds by mirlynn2000, literature
Literature
Out of Sight, Out of Our Minds
Out of sight is not out of mind
For what are memories then?
What would we have to look forward to
If we never had anything on which to look back
Would we be the child
Always delighted and amazed
Or be screaming over nightmares
With no experience to tell us -
- it isn't real.
As I watch the sky turn dark
I am mesmerized by the scene
Clouds making a black silhouette
With the sun setting behind
Night encroaching on the light
It vanishes even as I watch
Behind the silhouettes
The sky is full of color
An orange and tainted blue
But slowly it is fading
I watch this final farewell
This moment of incredible beauty
As I drift into nothing
Will you be there to save me?
Do you know when I will fall?
Do you have the strength to catch me?
When I am more stubborn than steel
Can you bend my will to yours?
How does life flow if not between us?
There is no passion in being alone
So, as I fall into the blackest pit
Can you bring me back to light?
Will you bring me life, love and passion?
It is a fire of the brightest white
Or will you leave me to consume myself
For without you, darkness will swallow my heart
I deliver myself to you
Mind, body and soul
I lay myself at your feet
Holding my breath for you acceptance
If you must judge me
Judge me entirely
If I am good or bad
It is because that is the life I have lead
In this one moment
The truth comes from you
If you accept me
My love is my only gift
If you choose me as I have chosen you
Then this will surely be…
My deliverance
I am sorry
But leave me to me
To try to help
Will only hinder
Your hand held out
Will only set me back
Close your eyes
Be blind to the cuts I have
Close your ears
Be deaf to my screams
Close your mouth
Don't speak on my pain
As I am cut
I heal myself
As I scream
It's my release
It's in my pain
I find my own peace
I once read that in our imperfect world perfection would not survive. In order for perfection to survive it would have to have one flaw in it. How can something be perfect if it has a flaw? Why do we search for perfection if we know it won't last? I think that finding perfection is our dream and a dream doesn't have to be something that is or could be real. In fact, what we dream for may never exist, but that doesn't stop us from dreaming. In our search for perfection, we've bettered ourselves. So, is it really wrong to look for something that doesn't exist? In our search we ended up seeing everything that was along the way. We see good thing
We had a friend
He used to walk with us
Did you see his foot prints next to ours?
But you don't see them there now
A brush of wind and a drift of snow
And now he doesn't walk there anymore
God picked him up off his feet
And said, "You're coming with me"
We can always ask why
But the answer will always be
"Because I needed him with me"
God puts everyone on a journey
And then He says "You're coming with me"
He means for this friend to be with him and rest awhile
Whether their journey was a foot or a mile
Walking won't be the same, but even with the drifts
You turn around, and there will always be his foot prints
.........dedica
The phoenix is a great creature of myth. It is never truly gone. From its ashes it shall rise in all its fire and passion, but then eventually it becomes the ashes from which it came. This pattern of its rise and fall could repeat to the end of time. I feel that love can be like the phoenix, it rises in fire and passion and can fall to ashes due to a misunderstanding of words and language or anything that stops or slows loves passion. The phoenix falls to its ashes because its fire and passion is not true or pure. If the passion is not true, then of course it will die in the lie it was made. The impurity of the phoenix causes it to stu
The stream is quiet and calm
The storm is done and gone
The animals are sleeping by the side
No reason to run and hide
The stream, one time was flooded
Like a river, wild and rugged
A storm brewed inside
Then exploded and died
A hand came down, like that of fate
A hand that quieted this loud hate
Some say silence is bliss
Or maybe more like a kiss
I think silence can be deafening
Like something wrong is happening
There has to be something you can hear
For silence is what creates the fear
Love is life fulfilled to the last
Overlooking the other's wrongs of the past
Volunteering your vulnerability without shame
Everlasting love that forever stays the same
Acknowledging the amber glow love is assigned
Looking to make seen a love that is blind
Watching without weariness the day's while light
Accepting an ever awaiting dark of night
You when you get stubborn in your ways
Say very simply with quiet strength
Love Always
Live life to the fullest is how the saying goes
But whether or not you do, no one knows
You can try
But you might die
Then will you have done it?
As the saying goes, or will you question it?
And say there was more you could do
Even though life ended for you
Will you accept what you have done?
And say you've had your fun
Or will you hear a voice laughing
As you lie grasping
To something said to you
That you don't even know is true
She woke to the sound of the rain
Knowing something was wrong
The air was tight
It wasn't right
Something didn't belong
Something plain
Something feigned
It hit her like a gong
Then the air was light
All was set right
The feeling was now gone
But the aura remains
Like the persistent rains
Waiting for the sun
To shed some light
On the fearful plight
Of this day's troubled dawn
Persistent rain
Please maintain
This cloak of cover for me
For as I fly
I must get by
The troubled things I see
Beautiful sun
Do not come
And show the light of day
For if I see
The things that be
I'll never get away
I am thinking of the girl,
As the rain drops meet my face,
A memory resurrected,
Lips met in gloomy weather...
Eyes shut tightly,
Her hair is flatten by the airs dew,
Her smile still ever so elegant,
Faces approach each others...
Her soft lips touch mine,
A dream come true,
Holding her not then but now,
As the rain falls all around us...