Chain of memories
I lay on the floor,With tears in my eyes,
Listening to,
The wind passing by,
Its tune is sad and slow,
And calls out to all those who are lonely,
With eyes full of tears,
I pick myself up,
I take one look,
At the Heavens so far above,
As my hair gently sways in the wind,
My spirit gently sways in the balance,
My heart and soul,
Are filled with sadness and sorrow,
Once a whole,
My heart is broken in two,
My spirit cries to my soul,
My heart cries to itself,
While I cry to myself,
And look to the sky,
I look at it,
In all its beauty,
Its mood seems to be,
So happy and carefree,
Oh how I yearn,
For such happiness,
To be able to laugh and play,
So kim and carefree,
But alas,
That was not my destiny,
I cry and get up,
Taking one more look at the sky,
Before saying my final goodbye…
Monarch
Monarch, Monarch,Here you are,
Monarch, Monarch,
You’ve come so far,
The journey to become a butterfly was long and hard,
You hear the people go ‘Ohh; and ‘Ahh’,
As they adore your black, orange and white wings from afar,
You hear the children yell and scream,
As they say, “Ohh pretty butterfly”
It’s like you’re in a dream,
They watch you fly so high in the air,
Never once to show a care,
Endangered you are,
And as captively bred you may be,
They could never take the beauty from you,
The beauty that you and I see,
So now I propose a toast, a toast to you,
My beautiful butterfly,
Sunlight.
Best Friends
As I sit by a lake,With tears in my eyes,
I look into the water,
And my reflection doesn’t lie,
There I am,
Crying out with all my heart,
As the wind blows on by,
Four people are by my side,
Together, they smile at me,
With faces that shine so happily,
The tears that once where in my eyes,
Leave, as the wind passes by,
I look up to my friends,
And they look down at me,
The frown that was once bestowed upon my face,
Disappears, and I smile happily,
The tune of the wind,
That was ever so sad,
Turns to be,
Ever so glad,
I smile and laugh,
As doves pass me by,
With my spirit like this,
I glance to the sky,
My friends yell and shout,
As they walk away,
Calling me to have fun with then another day.
My Throne of darkness
In my throne of darkness,It’s only me,
The depressed outcast,
The way the anorexic sluts wanted it to be,
Sticking up their noses,
Some anorexic and others on pills,
It was as if I had done something wrong,
Something against their wills,
Well excuse me,
Miss. Anorexic and thin,
Do you think that we’re fighting a battle?
And in the end you’ll win?
Well let me tell you something,
And you know what, don’t ask why,
Because in the end,
Both of us will die,
We’ll both commit suicide,
I’ll use the knife,
And you’ll follow after,
And take your life,
And you know why,
Because you won’t be able to bear the pain,
And in the end,
It’s nothing you gain,
It’s my throne of darkness,
That in the end you’ll be,
And once you’ve arrived,
Just wait and see,
It’s my turn to cause you pain,
To see how I felt,
When you called me those harsh names,
Those cruel jokes you dealt,
I’ll be sitting on my throne,
Laughing, and you scream,
Your voice coldly echoes on the wind,
Ironic, doesn’t it seem?
