My Very Own Disaster Zone

Livin' in a world that's black and white.

Livin' in this world, lost my signt.

I'm livin' in this world,

all alone.

My very own disaster zone.

Livin' in a world with no taste.

Livin' in this world, what a waste.

I'm livin' in this world,

all alone.

My very own disaster zone.

Livin' in a world with no sound.

Livin' in this world, music notes unfound.

I'm livin' in this world,

all alone.

My very own disaster zone.

Livin' in a world that I can't feel.

Livin' in this world, life's unreal.

I'm livin' in this world,

all alone.

My very own disaster zone.

Livin' in a world with no smell.

Livin' in this world, stuck in a spell.

I'm livin in this world,

all alone.

My very own disaster zone.

This is my very own disaster zone.

I'm a natural disaster.

Life's moving faster,

lost everyone and left alone.

Can't bounce back

from an earth quake,

a tornado attack.

Got my wish,

I'm on my own.

Want things from before,

don't want to be alone anymore.

A Single Tear

A single tear,

more powerful than rushing waterfalls.

She looks up, then away.
He brushes a stray hair away from her skin,
soft, silky, skin.
He looks into those piercing blue eyes.
Eyes sparkling, glimmering in the moon light.
In her eyes.


He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

In her eyes he sees,
an eternity,
passionate abandon,
depths like no other
history of pain,
memories of ache.


He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

Loses himself in those eyes.
Forgets himself in those eyes.
Gives up himself in those eyes.
Remembers himself in those eyes.

He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

She tilts her head,
looks inside him,l
ooks into the brown depths of his eyes.
And he knows,
sees that tear fall,
and he knows.


He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

A tear.
A tear falls.
A tear falls down.
A tear falls down her.
A tear falls down her face,
that porcelain face.


He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

He reaches.
He reaches out.
He reaches out to.
He reaches out to her,
but can't touch that pain.

He will never forget those eyes,
a single tear.

That tear,
more powerful than rushing waterfalls.

A Blur

A blur of tears,

Streaming down my face,

Dampening my lips

And dropping on my shirt.

Raindrops on my top.

A blur of confusion,

Rocketing through my head

Like a raging tornado,

Damaging my thoughts

And scaring my insides.

Chaos in my soul.

A blur of grief,

Washing over

Like a water fall,

Breaking up my heart

And tearing apart my life.

Leaving rubble in its wake.

Livin' It Out Through Dance

Leavin' it on the dance floor.

Ripped my heart out of my chest,

and gave it to the world

The passion oozes from my pores

and is on display for all.

Givin' everything I've got.

Time to give my all.

The moment to

show the world my love.

I've got everything to lose,

but more to gain.

Standing on the precipice of my life.

Let the music flow through my veins

and give me the strength to breath.

Can't stop the movement of my feet.

Heart stuck in my throat.

Breathing a hundred miles a minute,

and I am here to dance!

I feel so alive,

livin' it out,

With everything inside, out.

I feel so alive,

livin' it out,

with everrything upside, down.

Darling Love

My lovely darling

oh, how I love thee.

Your beauty is overwhelming

futher than the eye can see.

Never will I leave

you'll forever stand by me.

Forever standing beside me,

remember I'll never leave.

As far as anyone can see,

I am truly overwhelmed.

Always loving thee,

my beautiful darling.

Innocent Little Girl

Sweet innocent church girl,

wearing her hair in pony tails with red ribbons.

Tiny little white and pink summer dresses.

Butterfly kisses on her daddies cheeck.

Dimples that take your breath away.
That girl died yesterday.

Cut her pony tails off,

and ran away.

She no longer wants to be the sweet

girl next door.

No one understands her,

and she can't explain.

Tired of people looking through her,

but not looking at her.

An ocean of sadness,

flood walls of tears.

She's tired of life

and tired of living it.

She's lost.

A thosand miles from home,

still going in the wrong direction

on a one way road to no where.

Trying to disapear,

trying to be something,

someone.

Piles of rubble remains.

Years of hurt and pain linger.

The tears don't fall anymore.

She looks away,

looks down,

looks anywhere

but here.

She is not who they think she is.

Wearing a maske of innocence,

behind the bruises and sorrow marks.

She is a master of disquise.

She is deeper than they think,

filled with things they don't know,

will never know.

She's that sweet innocent church girl,

wearing her hair in pony tales with red ribbons.

In The Silence

I scream into the silence,

A piercing roar into the silence,

Jolt of pain into the silence.

Silence.


I crindge into the stillness,

A shudder of neausea in the stillness,

Washing uncleanness in the stillness.

Stillness.


I search for it in the moment,

A way of revenge in the moment,

Brandishing a revolver in the moment.

Moment.


I am unseen in the darkness,

A jug of water broken in the darkness,

Ripping and tearing the mattress in the darkness.

Darkness

Dying Rose

Tainted and stained blood red,

pedals fall as tears.

Covered in hurtful thorns.

Piercing, pricking, puncturing.

Something so beautiful, now so ugly.

Innocence, to passion, to pain.

Attractiveness found behind its

dangerous barriers,

wilting each passing day away.

War is like a dying rose.

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time there was a young girl who picked up and pen and began scribbling the many words and sentences she found jumbled up in her head. Somehow the words came together on the paper. The more she wrote, the more words that came to her. So she began opening her heart to the world on a piece of paper. Thus beginning the poetry of her soul. This young girl sometimes felt like the only way she could express herself was sitting under a willow tree writing poetry. Afraid to share her poetry with the world she hid it in her diary. She read a quote that said "The pen is mightier than the sword." Unable to speak up for herself in a crazy chaotic world she penned the words in her spiral bound keepsake. Finally, she decided to let the world take a glimpse. The words poured out onto the page and then filled up the screen. Thus began poetry under the willow tree.




And she hopes it will end with....

and she lived happily, ever after.