Close your eyes,
Imagine a place,
Hot summers,
Cold winters.
Seasons change at the drop of a hat.
A place where one direction is as different as the next.
Take a left and you're in the country,
Take a right and you're in the city.
Such a diverse group of lives.
Landscape as different as people.
Trees are as likely to be seen as sagebrush,
City boys as often as cowboys.
And yet all fit together so nicely.
Communities of people all shapes and sizes,
Deaf, blind, tall, short,
Dog lovers, cat lovers, bird and snake lovers.
Maybe all of the above.
We are a peculiar breed of people.
We range from one end to
When I looked in the mirror then,
I see all my flaws:
I see short thin hair that falls flat on my head,
I see one eye that's a little larger than the other.
I see a nose that's not shaped like a slide,
I see a jaw that isn't as slender as I would like.
I see arms that are too weak,
I see breasts that are often to large, or too small.
I see a stomach that isn't flat,
I see hips that are as flat as my waist.
I see legs that jiggle when I walk,
I see feet that are a little too long.
When I look in the mirror now,
I see all my strengths:
I see short hair that makes me, me,
I see two eyes that glisten when I smile.
I see a nose
A shadow seen,
under the dimly shining lights,
feet lightly touching the ground.
The diestant sound,
of a car roaring by,
takes my attention towards it.
A small child stares,
stares at the shadow,
eyes wide in wonder.
A small hand then reaches,
reaching for his hand,
and small eyes stare into his.
A small, innocent smile,
spreads across her face,
when he takes her hand in his.
Two shadows seen,
under the dimly shining lights,
feet lightly touching the ground.
A silent cry,
not aloud.
A silent cry,
simply for help.
A silent cry,
a tear falls from her cheek.
A silent cry,
she falls very weak.
A silent cry,
no longer moving.
A silent cry,
an eternal good-bye.
I met him,
Just a shadow passing by.
I couldn't help but let my interest fly.
Follow him I did,
Into those shadows.
My interest took wing,
but to follow a shadow?
Oh, I didn't know,
that the shadow I had followed,
was someone I did know.
I have known,
the one I have loved,
for what seems an eternity,
was just a shadow passing by.
But, that eternity has ended,
when I met you, a shadow
simply passing by.
My Days, My Days, My Days by Waking-Echo, literature
Literature
My Days, My Days, My Days
Down the hole,
Into the black,
Won't stop falling,
Come down and crash.
Down the hall,
Into the blinding light,
Can't stop walking,
Someone grabbed me and stop.
Down into bed,
Into a shrieking world,
Won't stop hearing,
Cover my ears and hush.
Down into restraints,
Into their new lab,
Can't stop screaming,
One injection and out.
Down into morning,
Into a painfully bright world,
Won't stop searing,
I close my eyes tight and whoosh.
Down the hole,
Into the black,
Won't stop falling,
Come down and crash.
Close your eyes,
Imagine a place,
Hot summers,
Cold winters.
Seasons change at the drop of a hat.
A place where one direction is as different as the next.
Take a left and you're in the country,
Take a right and you're in the city.
Such a diverse group of lives.
Landscape as different as people.
Trees are as likely to be seen as sagebrush,
City boys as often as cowboys.
And yet all fit together so nicely.
Communities of people all shapes and sizes,
Deaf, blind, tall, short,
Dog lovers, cat lovers, bird and snake lovers.
Maybe all of the above.
We are a peculiar breed of people.
We range from one end to
Flashes in my mind
Of a life thats left behind
A life I cant remember
Were younger, small kids, its spring
And hes sitting there with me
Hes holding my hand
He kisses my cheek
He laughs as I blush
And says something I cant remember
Few years later, its spring
And hes lying there with me
Hes asleep and Im awake
I kiss his cheek
And laugh as I blush
While he mumbles something in his sleep,
Something I cant remember
Last year, its spring
And hes standing there with me
Hes holding my hand
He kisses my cheek
He laughs as I blush
And whisp
A love unrequited, forever untold
Two arms that hold nothing and a heart that grows cold
Dreams full of fervor and wishes come true
All give way to the morning in a world without you
You watch him from a distance
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
Well it's a drugged out dream world;
Take a step through the looking glass.
One wrong move, it's off with your head,
with blood painting the roses red.
So it's welcome to Wonderland, baby.
We hope you enjoy your stay..
Where dreams are shattered and thrown away;
We're all mad here, and our razor-sharp smiles
will guide your way.
Hello Alice girl, won't you take a seat?
Won't you sit?
Won't you rest?
Won't you talk a while with me?
Hello, Alice girl, won't you have some tea?
Mad?
Oh yes
Of course I am,
I can hardly help it, you see,
I am Mad and I am a Hatter,
And that's the long and short of me.
Hello, Alice girl,
sit a little closer,
if you will.
We shall talk,
and drink our tea,
and soon enough you shall see,
that you have little to fear from a Hatter,
even one as mad as me.
Hello, Alice girl,
what is it you said to me?
Why yes,
Oh my,
that is my hand,
resting upon your knee.
I can't imagine how it got there,
it wasn't from any choice by m
My name is Jen. I'm 19 years old and I live in the most tempermental state in the world. One minute it's 100 degrees out and then it's snowing and 20 degrees. I plan on goig to live near the ocean when I graduate college. I like to write and draw, though i doubt very much any of my art will wind itself onto this website, and if it does, it will be the sketch and maybe, if you're lucky, the inked in version. I dont have enough patience to try and photoshop anything. Haha. So... Let me know what you think about my poems. <3
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