Sakura Spring Bloom

©2008

Suicidal, with details…

Cut Curiosity, new experience
then stop
Problems
Can’t help it
blade marks etched on the skin
finding pleasure in self-pain

Cutting, deeper and deeper
Painful, unbearable
Ecstasy overwhelming it all
Sight of blood, invigorating

It hurts, inside and out
Each cut
a reminder of painful memories
Scarred forever

Cowardice?
A way to escape life and its harshness
Bear the pain
Momentary pain for
release from this evil world

It ends….
Curiosity killed the suicidal girl

Melody

The melody Haunting me
Awake or asleep
I hear it taunting me

It won’t leave me in peace
Even in my dreams
I can still feel it
Never ending

Like a sweet melody
It lulls me to sleep
Only, i never wake up

So soft…
I can hear the tunes
The wind carries it to me

There is no use running
It will only hunt me down

Embrace the melody
Don’t fear it
Don’t fight it

©2005

Storybook Lover

I am lying down on my bed a book wide open in my hand My raven hair spilling into the pillows As I turn to the next page
I find myself in a storybook land

A dream and a reality merged into one
I awaken in an unknown place
Noticing only the air fresh and my surroundings beautiful
From nowhere, a man suddenly appearing in front of my face

With rugged features and a strong body
He is my knight in shining armor
He lifts me unto his horse, carrying me away
Sweet passion erupts and I become his paramour

Days pass, pure ecstasy filling each second
I live each day as if there is no tomorrow
Each night, reaching high unto the Heavens
My body reaching the highest high and the lowest low

Together forever he had said to me
This was a promised shared with a special bond
A glorious month passing as fast as a year
In happiness and in sond

Walking around, we find ourselves in a familiar place
Where started the happiest moments of my life
We lay down on the grassy lawn, the wind emitting a sweet melody
Slowly falling asleep as my mind dreams, memories still rife

Waking up once again, I am back in my bed
Gone is my knight in shining armor
The book is still open, I start to close it
But I stop as I stare into the words, “The lord saying, gone is my raven-haired paramour”

 ©2004

Organic Bloom

©2007

Mother Nature Playing God’s Melody