In the light of the Moon, the wild dandelions dance.
The rhythmic wind orchestra guides them to new beginnings on paths unknown,
Be not afraid wild Dandelions, have faith. For the path is illuminated and your guide has circled the globe.
All you need do is follow…
Bury the embers of our once bright flame,
Stomp the dirt so they may never burn again,
Pray for rain so they may never rekindle,
The death our love,
Made to sound so simple,
Forget to mention the warmth that flame provided,
Why choose to remember only how it divided,
We once burnt bright as any star in the sky,
Only to discover, the brightest stars start to die,
So make a wish for every star that you see, for we don’t know who’s love each star may be.
Imprints in the ashes, barefoot I walk this road, cut deep in my shoulders, as it try to bear this load, prayed for a cool breeze, then what I got was snow, asked for warmer days, and found desert sand below,
This road is unforgiving, it will make you not forget, every blister a cruel memory, every cut a deep regret, the more you try to fight it, with more resistance you’re met,
With every lonely step I take, more blood runs down my back, lashes from the ones I love, they won’t cut me some slack, I stop, I pause, I turn around, this road is just too rough, I drop this weight off from my back, I feel I’ve had enough…
She was a dreamer, a believer, filled with hope from head to toe, he lived in the real world, a cruel world, his hope spent long ago,
Always so close, but never within reach, the hope inside her written words, the sadness in his speech,
See he had been knocked down before, more times than he could count, this world had dealt him many blows, that he would rather not account
Now she was on a different path, her road so soft and free, sheltered from the ugly truth of this world’s misery,
But yet they felt drawn together, ironic as it seems, for he sheltered her from harm, as she sewed his heart back together at the seams
Take me in your arms so I may embrace you like the seasons, the scent of Spring surrounds you, the warmth of Summer your blanket, gentle as an Autumn leave falling, comfort like a Winter’s day morning,
All the beauties of this world, personified in your presence, embodiment of true love’s essence, your prayers filled with blessings for all things around you, so glad that I found you, the appreciation I will give you will astound you, heavens fallen angel, but even that could not ground you.
We are the broken but whole and though our cracks, they may be deep, do not mistake this for a weakness, for I assure you we are not weak, we will not shatter when shaken, we will not crumble under pressure, our golden standard our own, we are not here for you to measure,
We will rise above expectations, in the depths we do not creep, we do not follow, we are not sheep, we know our value and we are not cheap, for we are the broken but whole, everyone of us unique
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Thoughts of death lately seem to fill my mind, clock watching for gate keepers occupies my time, dark thoughts so suffocating, swallowing the shine, sadness behind the biggest smiles, standard answer, I’m fine,
It’s my choice to suffer in silence, all who care have tried their best, carry the world upon my shoulders, yet can’t seem to lift this weight upon my chest, well put together on the surface, yet beneath I am a mess, the long sleep grows more appealing, if I may, I must confess,
Do more, say less, pats on the back, they’re so impressed, always giving and giving has left me stressed, all these expectations of my best have left me without rest, as I spiral through a hornets nest of intrusive thoughts I can’t digest, but I’m needed so I must digress, your love is the only reason all hope hasn’t died yet…
Your silence tells me a story, your smile contradicts your eyes, your body language says all that needs to be said, yet your words take me by surprise,
Show me the true you my sweet stranger, show me what lies beneath, I can read you just like an open book, so remove your sword from its sheath,
Take your best shot, hit me hard, cut me deep, get under my skin and reach deeper within, shake my core, reveal to me your darkest sin and understand acceptance from one who is not your kin
We all have a past, we’ve all made mistakes, we all have traumas filling our plates, we all want a clean sheet, a wiping of slates, but rising from failures is what makes us great
Should you seek me, you would find me all alone inside my cave, to my thoughts there, I am enslaved, but where the solitude is my comfort, I have stayed,
Far away from the eyes of judgement, except that of my own accord, a dark place inside my mind, filled with pain that I have stored,
I grow quieter and quieter, I have left this world behind, I am willingly in a prison, a prison crafted in my mind,
A dark place, a cold place, where all trauma seems to echo, old wounds are hard to let go, but in my head I’ve made my bed though and I’ll have bled until I’m dead but still I can’t let them know…
Pandora Poems 