When the final piece falls

The hero sits alone

Counts his days

From his broken throne

The people turn ‘round

To look nowhere

There is nothing to see

And nothing worth care

Streets wet with the blood

Of wishes and dreams

Husks of souls, too

Ripped at the seams

Cold in a dark cell

Shreds of hope cry

And sink to the floor

To wait there and die...

Why do you flee before me

Cute little pigeon

Whose head I want to pat...

My mother strokes my hair

In a pile of curls on her lap

She tells me stories of old

As I gladly fall asleep for a nap

My father spins me round the kitchen

I laugh until my sides ache

He calls me ‘princess’ and ‘darling’

It’s him I seek the moment I wake

My sister gives me all her old clothes

And braids flowers into my hair

We spend hours talking into the night

For me she always has time to spare...

I smooth out my skirt and take a seat,

The hard wooden booth is cold.

My heart nearly skips a beat,

I am the last today, I am told.

I clear my throat which seems unholy,

I struggle to breathe and pray for wind.

Forgive me father, I start slowly,

Forgive me for I have sinned.

I truely had pure intentions,

I confess honestly, but to no reply.

In truth I was met with few objections,

Who I am to hid...

Hello my stranger,

You know I will know you but

First I must wait to

Tell you tell me everything

’bout who we are together...

With skin porcelain and soft,

Hair in perfect coils,

All eyes are on a goddess with beauty

They cannot fathom to possess.

If don’t look at her maybe I won’t feel

So badly about my own looks

Because she is

Everything I am not

And one day I’ll love my vessel but

Until that day when I allow myself

To enjoy what I see in the mirror

You’ll give love to beautiful Aphrodite...

I feel what you feel

Make up words you’ve never said

Spend my days crying

I can shed a tear with you

And I can share in your fears...

The moment I turn my back I know I’ve made a mistake. But if I go back now what what all of it for?

I shake my head and do my best to banish these thoughts. To think anything of the sort would be doing a disservice to myself and I cannot allow that.

Perseverance is the name of the game and I can persevere, I promise myself. I make many promises to myself. Most I know deep down I will not keep. A p...

At least we’ve had the chance to meet,

I sink to the floor with a cry.

At least our time has been so sweet,

I beg with my head raised up high.

I sink to the floor with a cry,

I am not graceful when I scream.

I beg with my head raised up high,

I plead for my lost favored dream.

I am not graceful when I scream,

Left alone I don’t care who hears.

I plead for my lost favored dream,

I coerce Death hi...

Lying under a great oak tree,

The branches sway to and fro.

A hot sun beats down mercilessly,

But I don’t want to go.

Sweet bird song and fairway chatter-

When I’m here most things don’t matter.

I close my eyes and let it in-

A warm summer kiss upon my skin....