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Rae of SunshineChronic recurrent multifocal osteomyelitis:
Four words that would forever ring through her ears,
The echoes of an eerie bell.
Countless times these words would bring her to tears.
Up the stairs I ran,
To the foot of her door.
I took a glance inside
And lost sight of the place I knew before.
Inside she was twirling,
Around and around on the tips of her toes.
Inside was a different world…
Could this really be so?
Each time she spun
Something new appeared.
One single twirl,
And the wooden fan was replaced by a glass chandelier.
The walls widened, creating an enormous room.
Her T-shirt was replaced by a gown that shone like the moon.
My reflection stared back at me from the pearly floor.
Men and women stood in the places furniture had been before.
Suddenly the bedroom
That I knew so well
Had become an enormous palace;
My older sister had cast her spell.
Entranced in this dream,
I almost hadn’t seen
My sister grab her hip in pain…
Sweet Dreams"I wish, I wish upon a star
That my prince will never be far."
The five year old girl looked into the sky,
And believed none of her dreams to be too high.
For she was a princess, an artist, an astronaut,
And there wasn't one villain Daddy couldn't stop.
But there was a villain deep inside.
How could Daddy stop what was within her mind?
Small at first but always fed,
The monster soon took over her head.
Within herself she was tightly bound.
If she screamed, would she make a sound?
Ha, her dreams, they were so sweet.
Bitter, now, the villain was a thief.
Sixteen and fighting each day,
She only wanted someone to stay.
Confused, alone, and always scared,
It seemed to her that nobody cared.
That dreaded tear stroked her cheek,
And softly she whispered before she found sleep,
"Let an end come to this internal war,
...I wish, I wish upon a star."
Sleep TightJust another sleepless night,
But don't you worry, you sleep tight.
Monsters are coming for me tonight,
But don't you let the bed bugs bite.
As I struggle to fall asleep,
I just hope you'll have sweet dreams.
And as the moon is getting high,
I'll softly wish the air goodnight.
It's just another sleepless night.
But don't you worry, you sleep tight.
GoodnightPlacing a rose upon the stone
She didn't quite understand that Daddy was gone.
Mommy said he was gone forever
But then his promise would be severed.
Mommy's words could not be true
And the crowd's sorrow was long before due.
She wondered why everyone wore black
So many colors their clothes did lack.
She had insisted on wearing her favorite pink dress
They were going to see Daddy and she wanted to look her best.
She stepped forward to see Daddy sleeping.
Sleeping in a box, what was he thinking?
"Daddy," she said, "it's time to wake up."
But so deeply in sleep he was.
They started to lower the box into the ground
The crowd around her held no sound.
"Mommy," she whispered, tugging on her shirt,
"We have to wake Daddy before the box goes in the dirt."
Mommy just smiled which didn't make sense
Why was she smiling when she seemed so tense?
"Honey," Mommy said, stroking her cheek,
"Daddy, I'm afraid, is never going to wake from this sleep."
A tremble of her lip and a tear from her eye
PainThere is a little girl,
Five is her age.
She's important in the book of life,
She shows up every page.
She likes to be disguised
And often wears a mask.
She always answers hide n' seek
When her favorite game is asked.
It's hard to find a seeker
But she'll still hide alone.
Most are unaware she exists,
They assume she is gone.
Time and time she'll show herself,
Giving up on her little game.
Someone might ask who she is
And softly she'll answer "Pain".
The DarknessI sit on this swing and wait,
for my black monster to come around.
I want to be alone,
please don't allow me to be found.
The darkness slowly creeps up,
and I'm filled with this dreadful desire.
"Consume me," I whisper,
and inside my soul forms a black fire.
It gets darker,
And I can't help but feel relieved.
Soon I'll be lost in the shadows,
there will be no such thing as me.
I slowly lose myself to my monster,
but suddenly hear a call.
Someone has found me,
my desire won't be filled after all.
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
Hidden TreasureHidden Treasure
Men seek treasure below the sea
They dive far below the waves
They travel far and away
Spending all hours of the day
Searching in mountain caves
I climb mountains just for fun
I sail the seas for pleasure
I spend my time in other ways
I don't need to hunt for my treasure
Because she came to me
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic finger
As white as cotton clouds in morn
The flesh a child's in innocence
Where all its grace is well adorned
Veins of blue as bowl above
Where overflown the rain descends
A healing joy hid by that cloth
To ask for time to make amends
Fabric flown in wind through sky
Two halves crack the door
And all is seen in sightless peace
To feel a moment so implored
Expend an energetic wave
The site where there is shown
From inside out exuberate
Touched by one's own
There is a line now held in place
Behind which mirrors shine
Reflect back the present gazes
Who drive to ask before their time
Only be a part of passage
Depression's saving needed
When pouring gifts lie mouldering
And oldest wisdom unheeded
When eyes are rivers in themselves
Come in the loudest spike
And silent yawn the gates awake
To coo the crying souls alike
Imagined paint will always be
The master's tools to colour all
The mind a much creative being
That needs some help after a fall
So come and pierce the
Tracks in DuskGrandeur fall
Where the light reflects
Swayed to awe
As the day injects
With a burning ray
The smallest track
Of the smallest shade
Once her breadth is plain
To a naked claim
From the shed of night
Where the sun aligns
Shown to be
Where no face detracts
All the ink enacts
Left is harsh
Under heatless flame
A single mark
With a single name
World in sharpest phase
To extend the blaze
Save the prints they make
In time they share
But a single fate
Lives they felt
In the safest days
All to know
Has long since escaped
Time will pass
And a history played
By size of acts
And their shadows made...
Vulnerable YouthPaper hearts from bright pink tissue meant for presents,
fanciful butterflies from orange dashed cardboard,
five petaled flowers danced around the sentence
of simplicity, ultimately to discard.
Tender thoughts from censored, guarded minds,
boldly do the simple stubby fingers strive to hide
the gift from Mommy, so that she can't find
the secret depth of the darkest snide.
The gentle pressure of acknowledging gestures
even the meaningless thank you cards
meant to send you on an emotional adventures,
only to be shredded on cynical hearts' shards.
But it is the thought that counts,
those sweet little eyes haven't yet been renounced.
Self-EulogyYour winter’s hammock has a seam of snow
from when your cloud-capped head weaved crystal webs.
Poetic imprints, angels inked in cold
are memories etched in your paper corpse.
You left some things, but words were not your force.
Figuring it out was the breeze. Your folds,
however, soiled your time and what is left,
your ash bed I bought, is a seal of slough.
In dreams, you draw the sewing of slain narwhals
to constellations. I console them. Have
you solved your ode that flails with paradox?
I’ve found your fields of ice, but I was lost.
In summer, you’ve stolen my voice when half
your winter’s hammock is a seal of slough.
The ConductorMy body is an Orchestra,
He is the conductor.
Like a chemist with a formula,
Or architects with a structure.
The brass knocks me off my feet,
as he grabs the strings of my heart.
Throws me in a front row seat,
and takes the stage like Mozart.
Flutes and Clarinets,
Speak soft like warm dreams.
The French horns and Cornet,
Create subtle running streams.
He cues the drum,
However none play.
The hands to numb,
Lack of words to say.
Never once have you seen
Never once have I saw.
When love comes between
The Conductor and his Orchestra.
The Day She Falls Off Her ThroneToday she stands tall
On a mountain of deceit
But one day she'll fall
She'll be tossed off of her feet
And when this day comes
The day her reign is put to an end
She will have nothing left but crumbs
Nobody to attend
And whose fault will it be?
Her Mother's, Father's, or her own?
Perhaps all three
On the joyous day that she falls off her thrown
SophieSophie don't you worry,
your pretty little mind.
These monsters aren't in your closet,
they only hide in mine.
I know it must be scary,
to see them make me cry.
But I promise they won't touch you,
and I promise I'm just fine.
Sophie you can sleep now,
I'll turn your night light on.
When you wake in the morning,
these monsters will be gone.
I'll sing you a lullaby,
if you would only close your eyes.
Focus on my voice,
everything will be alright.
Sophie have you finally,
given in to sleep?
Forcing them inside myself,
these monsters I will keep.
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