By Francesca I am that which builds the world, a thing I shall tear down. So subtly I, I hide away, Until by voice am found. Power I give to many men, Though quickly it is stolen. My spirit sings a song of dreams, My heart is quiet and stone. Nothing with me is as it seems, But blood and sorrow and bone. Trouble I cause with ev'ry word, For chaos is my delight. For with each sound with which I'm heard, I fill your head at night.
What am I?
Three Devils on my shoulder
By FrancescaFor the demons that we face I. My mind is home to many things From broken hearts to broken dreams To diff'rent little tiny beings That tell me what to think. II. Ana is named for vicious words If you dare eat it just gets worse Perfection now is what you need And "perfect" what you must achieve. III. Mia is another one Who lets you eat and think you've won But afterwards you lose, its true She'll steal all of the joy from you. IV. But oh the worst thoughts in my head Are all the ones that wish me dead Not best, not good, just settled for Feeling inadequate more and more These devils on my shoulder.
Mist
By Francesca The eyes like windows to the soul fill with a gath'ring mist. First grey then green than cold ice blue, together colours twist. The eyes they smile sweetly at day, and sadness they resist, But by night they cry diamond tears, no longer bound to bliss. Melancholy and sanguine true, this muddled gaze is mixed; And yet ne'er far from a sweet laugh though tears equally swift.
It's A New Dawn, It's A New Day, And I'm Feeling Good: By Ashlyn
At the dawn of the day At the sight of that first sunlight ray Spring into Summer late May A breeze along the shiny bay Where dew drops glisten like truthful words to say A small chirping bluejay An unfinished canvas only the artist can convey It's a new beginning, everything will be okay.
This poem...
By Francesca This poem is quite sad, you see, just like my other ones Because all my poems must be, the "Sadness" award won They're full of tears and metaphors and bothersome emotion Yes even I get sick of that (gasp! perish the notion)
Cool Breeze: By Patrick
Stand outside, feel the wind blow those stuck indoors will never know a breeze so cool, just as snow to chill the temps, making them low those inside will never feel the refreshing breeze God reveals