sweetnightmare

I thank you for your thoughts they do mean so much..but i wonder if you read the line right that you are speaking of..... it is ..."Petals fading into black death" sorry for my spelling errors !

Thank you !! Please readers leave more comments !!!

Hey, I like this story, very much potential here!

Twirling like a dizzy ballerina

In a smear of water color

Pointed toes in silky grace tied slippers

Balancing on a needle

Crying out into the dark night.

Flowing white skirts rippling in the spin

Ribbons tied loosely in her hair

The melody played on a broken piano

Lost in the crowd of wonderers

Spinning faster now

Tighter circles

Speeding heart beats

Adrenalin pumping

Don’t stop! Don’t stop!

Then in the moment of triumph

Collapsing on the floor

A wounded flower

Petals fading into Black Death

Dry heaves from overwhelming effort

Blood dripping into a puddle

Staining the white fabric

Eyes open and gazing at the ceiling

Romeo’s dagger with red ruby stones

Glistening in the dim light

On the floor a last dream is there

Only as the crowd screams for an encore

Do they notice the dance is done?

And no more can she dance for them

For she is gone!

Winds behind their travels

Pushing them along

Motivation shoveling the dirt

Off the rocky road

Ripping the weeds away

From the crumbling building

Pouring the crystal water

On the cracked dry desert floor

Endurance pulling the depths of their befuddled souls

Through their rough journey

Dried earth caked to their dresses

Sunburned palms from lying on the ground

A Burnt Offering

The endless wondering

Blisters and calloused feet

Never able to stop

Always going

Trying to find the one place

Where they belong

Moving from town to town

Bed sheets to bedposts

Never laying in the comfort for too long

Friends never seen again

Leaving with the rain storm

Winds behind their travels

Pushing them along

Sitting on this bed of thorns

I remember a time

Before all the rest

Before the sunrise

When the stars still shined

And over the daytime passed

The shore was told to cease

The fog was rolling

The sky was paying the toll

Winds blew through the clouds

Forming the shapes and sizes

Images in their minds

Doorways to other worlds

Seeing the reality in a new way

Trying to sway through the waves

Jumping off the cliff side

Into the choppy water

White dress being torn though the rapids

Cutting the sides of the rocks

Tracing a life down to an instant

And leaving alone the past present and future

Abandoning the essence of time

For a moment of rest

A time of peace

With out demons

With out haunting pictures of frail bodies

I remember a time before times

When the stars in her eyes shined

When we saw castles in our future

And dreams in her grasp

She was the

But she isn’t the

And she will never be again

For she died at ten

When the shore was told to cease

For the never ending unease

Of a haunted child who was never released

From a gripping life

Never ending her strife

Until the bitter end

Of her very life !!!

Expanding on it would make it more, but i seem to like it as blunt and stright forward as it is.

Oh dear,

High school sucked! Theydid the same thing to me when i tried to get out early, i was lucky enough to get through and go to college! Don't Worry though...when you do finally get away from it, you will find in the midnight hours when your thoughs stream back, you will be thankful its all over.

Then a whole new adventure starts.

Wow, I love your wording it is so inspiring. Sorry i cannot comment much more, i am in school, but wow..... I can see the "Dark Rims" the images you put there...it is simply wonderful....i love the words.

Thank you guys SOOOOOO!@! Much.... Hugs them all*

Endless nights

sleepless days

tired, worn

in so many different ways

everthing is strange for far away

every thing is new

Everything but my love of you

or who you were before

My muse

My inspiration

My deepest temptation

on my mind

but pushed behind

nothing to find

but a broken glass mirror

Shattered, but clearly

too little to be seen

light that does not shine

a song that doesn't rhyme

never replaced or forgotten

something burning my mind

is our time, that we shined

and the angels were jealious

but no one will tell us now, hatred is the seed

a passion spent on greed

a love that is forever lost

in the trash

onto the ground

tossed

Do you really think so ?

My little place

When the world is unfair

When my life seem to be circling

Running over and over into a brick wall

There is a little place i like to go

It is inside my imagination

My private little place

No one can go there but me

In my deep thoughts

A lacy veil and starry night sky

Candle lit libraries of all my good times

A fire place made all cozy and soft

Mother's knit blankets

Father's lemon tea

Body wamth from him

When I close my eyes

This is all true

When all seems gone

When hope dies like starlight with the dawn

This place brings on the new morning

The sunshine chandeliers

Ballerina's graceful leap

Into a new day

With a new way

To improve and explore

To make another open door

No one else can go there

In my deep thoughts

A lacy veil and starry night sky

Candle lit libraries of all my good times

A fire place made all cozy and soft

Mother's knit blankets

Father's lemon tea

Body warmth from him

When i close my eyes

All this is true

Being so far from all

In any measurement

Trying to stand tall

Reaching over my head for something better

All i need is a stool

No one else can go there

In the deep thoughts of my mind

A lacy veil and starry night sky

Candle lit libraries of my whole life through

A fire place made all cozy and soft

Mother's knit blankets

Father's lemon tea

Body warmth from him

When i close my eyes

This is all true

Very good! I love the feeling that i see behind it.

Tell me My LAdy, is this better? thank you agian for your thoughts, they mean so much to me.

Thank You.....

Thanks guys

Pulls out 50lbs eraser, and starts thinking of a better way to put it...*

"Then out of the dry crackling ground"

Instead of " then all of a sudden"

Is it better now ?

Spelling....emm...yeah i need a little help where that is concerned.

Mac's don't really have the greatest spell check.

Help me out

I like this poem. I like the imagry, i can picture it happening....and at the end, the chocolate to death wins. LOL

I think it is very original

A desert Flower

Like a dry and desolate desert

People looked upon me

Dirt, thorns, a poison bite

I can hurt people

I can dry them up

Grasping them with my twisted weeds,

Driving them toward insanity

They can hurt me

Treat me like garbage

Dry hot days left me alone

Then a drop of rain

A cloud of dark gray

Gentle slits of angel tears

soaking in my dry plains

A swift of spring

A dash of magic

Then out of the dry crackling ground

Beauty in a desert flower

Dry bitterness, broiling heat waves of malice

Seasons of resentment

The angel's sweet kiss of forgiveness

The magic and power

In a single desert flower

EDIT: spelling gently fixed by request

YaY!!! :woot:

Suddenly at the sound of her voice and exsitment, she backs off a little and smiles*

Thank you...

bravo. bravo

She screams and cheers*

i like it. It shows alot about friends and the relationship between how it should be

peredhil,

Starts by taking his hand in hers*

I am new, and i dont know what inspired you to write this as other seem to know, but i do know that your words tell enough. It is hard when you feel this way, but i wanted you to know that even as little as i know you, and from all i have read...you are an amazing person... and everyone here seems to care..never forget that. You gave me confort eariler today about posting my writing...now i wish i could give you comfort about who you are

Believe in it

i loved your poem, it brings me comfort as well, becasue i am so far from home and in a whole new place. I value you in my new world.

Keep writing

And have a flower

Wow, i really like this, it seems to explain to clearly... the imagry is good yes, the meaning or maybe the way you feel, "On tiptoes, I lean Forward" i like that. It just means so much in few words.

Looks at the notice*

" Do oppertunities like this come often in the place?"

" The agian it makes sence to look for writers in a place like this, It maks me wonder how many people look at the work here and who they are."