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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.
I Fell AsleepI fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
Without MythologiesWithout Mythologies
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
The real meaning of friendshipFriendship
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself
In MorningThrough a wintry window laced with ice, lie
petrified panes of frosted grass beckoning,
languorously outstretched. A shivering bird’s cry
reaches horizon’s edge—that razor reckoning,
those impossible dimensions—hung like a kite
on a cloud, precipitously balanced between a dull
existence with poking pinpricks the only light,
and the embers of potential, slowly stoking. A lull
unfurls, a quiet eternity uncurling in that predawn
chill, everything faded to silent sepia, frozen
as though this instant is more important, torn
from time and left right where it was chosen
to be. Light spills over and creeps through
fractured, flinty sky turned a clear, unbroken blue.
LoveThis torturous feeling that engulfs my heart
And sends me spiraling into the dark
This chide that repeats itself within my mind
And berates me with remarks of what I sought to find
Dead and asleep, I have walked this earth
This waltz of sorrow I’ve repeated since birth
But the steps started to change, as I grew
And as I felt my hand being grabbed, I knew
That something unknown to me would soon grow
A feeling within me, that’s both friend and foe
The empty space has been filled
And open the door to that once sealed
Cupid’s arrow hit its mark
And sent me spiraling into the dark.
SanityThe walls of this place were white,
Sanitation and cleanliness were no doubt at play.
Walking through them I search for the light,
Lost forever in this building, searching for the day,
The one where I would no longer be lost.
The rooms were empty,
Not a soul but for the ones at rest.
I wouldn’t say I felt guilty,
But what I had done, I would address,
And realize my action’s cost.
Continuing through these halls,
I can’t help but look at the paint.
I remember the red smears on the walls,
The copper scent lingering still and faint,
Yet luckily those memories I tossed.
I pass on, leaving behind this phenomenon.
I see a shred of the sun’s rays,
And quickly I leave my role of false surgeon.
Behind me the blood of my past lays,
Leaving it to the cold and frost.
Tick TockTick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy,
Tick tock she's in shock
The girl that we call Lacey
Little lines cut her neck
But no one wants to see them
All her friends wish she were dead
But no one wants to be them
One or two can make it through
The Hell that she lives in
But nothing that they say is true
So no one can believe it
Her life is just a bunch of rags
There's nothing that can save her
Her breathing comes in heavy drags
Each saying "You Deciever"
Tick tock goes the clock
It's all a little hazy
Tick tock she's a rock
The body we call Lacey
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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