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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.
Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroom
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right places
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
BirdsThe birds are flaunting their wings by me
Knowing I can't fly.
What a joyful, blissful gift it is
To soar in the sky –
Racing softly through the winds
Up to touch the clouds.
That's the place to look for peace,
More is to be found.
The birds keep piercing through the morning streets
Free of people's vibes.
Reveling in the river's peaceful breeze
I'm only standing by.
Chirping merrily above
They must see best of life,
Making me, the wingless one,
Be glad that I'm alive.
The birds will always frisk across this scene,
Even when I die.
And ungodly hour colors bring
Enlightening sense of life.
No matter what may be,
Birds will be around.
Long as they are here to sing,
You'll be safe and sound.
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
DethronedDelicate fingertips were once against my cheek,
as were the smiles that you so affectionately cast towards me.
But then you tossed me into the gaping sea,
and I am no longer a beloved queen to thee.
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhyme
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
Stone HeartStone Heart
From Heart of Stone by Akela-Nakamura
A heart lost blood long ago
From flesh it turned to stone
It could not know the love we feel
So it lay in a dead chest alone
A heart of stone cannot feel
The love that lies all around
It cannot express that same love
If one day that love is found
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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