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21. RE: Poems
Apr 26 2014, 5:04 PM EDT
Connections and Balance Earth rises up, lifting me up where I sit. vines wrap around me gently, even crowning me flowers bloom, circling me Water comes to the thirsty plants Cooling them and me from the suns hot firey rays A breeze flows gently forth, swaying the plants in a dance They stay with me through the daylight and through the darkest night A planet, a sun, a dark universe. |
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22. RE: Poems
Apr 26 2014, 5:05 PM EDT
UngratefulStuck in the background that no one sees A face that matches the rest People buzz around like bees Many are blind and don't see the best The person that holds all the keys To the chains of unrest Many look to be pleased in one form or another, like a kiss that's all one sees The unknown sees the pain and no rest The pain is caused, it never leaves Darkness falls on a place of rest Words weapons are issued no one believes A suggestion here, a voice there, lest The pain increase Yet accused stand the strong, the best They never fall, though it sees The ungratefulness of the unrest They run away from the keeper of the keys. |
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23. RE: Poems
May 1 2014, 5:18 PM EDT
Stuckeverywhere I go, I help people But I am told I can not do this, I cant do that People look for power, and assume I do the same thing. I want more, but I don't want everything I cant be what people expect me to be... Yet they wont allow what I want to be. I say simple things, and am downgraded support crumbles underneath me. Am I really great or just living a lie? I just feel stuck. |
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24. RE: Poems
Sep 6 2014, 12:43 AM EDT
Failure and PeaceAs I am consumed by the darkness within, the eyes slowly turn to a brown Depression seeps into my mind, I cant run from it. I know soon, too soon the rage will build And again I push it back for fear of hurting anyone Yet it will just grow and burst like rage does Where is that fleeting peace that I crave? Why does it last so little? Why does the darkness have such a hold on me? And everything else wants a claim? |