Series of Events....?

these are a series of peoms written in the dark ages of my Summer 2008...things werent looking to good and i was slightly depressed so these poems all came rambling out Calm before the strom

Storm clouds come nearer presenting the dark image of fear As night closes in all around it gets cold The sky was once a canvas of vast colors and textures slowly turning from Blue to a light pink, possibly purple Everything was once beautified And everything was once warm then al at once it starts to Predeem the insanity of darkness The light over comes my mind and i am at a risk of a loss of my faith Slowly the dead come back and swarm all around I am not sure where to go or even what to do So i look to a light or whats left of it It is quickly getting darker But all i can feel is peace and a sense of calm quite possibly the last for i am going head first to a strom of what i am unsure i have no anchor and my sails are broke the wind looks promising to uproar and confusion as i watch the stromclouds come near All is calm, and is right for this moment the last in the sun and the warmth washes away the fear but the rain will come ansd wash it all away whatever is left like a flood to wash away my footing and i am left in a sea of death and destruction oh what to do...with no saftey net

Promises

She runs from the darkness and hides from the light Only finding serenity in the budding sunlight By day she holds nothing but the pain inside her becasue the day dose nothing b but eat it up, no worries, no cares By night, she takes it out on the darkness that cloaks her inner most feelings as her mind slowly takes over She has nothing to do but fight off that moonlight and wait for the rise of the buddding sunlight For the Sunrise promises A new day and fresh beginnings A thing once lost no in the past And the Sunset promises The days now done theres no turning back when looking into the darkness It scares her to think that two contrasting images scare her so much and have that ability to change the way she thinks and alter her mind so that no one can understand no one can see the tainted burning image deep down in her eyes thats shes calling for help in a pit unknown for she feels all alone in a world so sharp and so complex she has nothing left

Public entry posted on Thursday May 2008, 11:31 pm Reply Delete Edit Report Top

Image

A paint stained image with bright red shoes walks in the darkness just beside the light This image seems so happy so content and portrays that everything is under control and that nothing can go wrong But its whats deep down in side her, that really matters the most The pain and frustration of the future unknown Faced with responsibility she cannot seem to get a grip she turns away from the light as it seems to fade away she reaches out to find a dove or a rainbow casue her sun is setting on her amazingly good day We pray thanks for the good day the things done and whats left to come But what about right now In this time of desperation between loss of innocence and a gain of self reliance maybe i already lost both maybe there already long gone And all that is left is an image of a happy face and crazy spirit those paint stained pants and bright red shoes of whats hidden beneath the image of good looks its only a mask to be worn when the times right yet im not an actor nor have i ever i portray myself in the reflection of my feelings and the trueness and fulfillment of myself... IMAGE