Pathways

Many pathways help us,
Many poeple choose to ignore it,
These pathways that lead to somewhere helpless,
Somewhere precious,
Graceious,
Some say that this war will never end.
That this is just the illuison of our minds playing tricks on us.
The pathways of life twists and turns us,
Sometimes for the good and others for the worse.
I choose one path,
The path to freedom and peace,
The stones,
They tell each and every story.
The story of many people who were unfortunate.
Of many who once lived in peace,
Who loved to give love and affection.
Now I stand before them all,
Buried beneath the pathway that my very feet stand on.
SLipped away between the secrets and blood shed.
This is what war does,
Many pathways help us,
Now are people ignoring it?
These pathways lead to somewhere helpless,
And now I'm standing right in the middle of it.
Dancing and singing glories,
Some say that this war will never end,
That my mind is slowly drifting away,
Slipping between those cracks,
To meet those helpless people whose paths where buried.
Who I am stepping on,
Resting lightly with peace and happiness,
Not blood shed and secrets.
Where I'm slowly going to be.
Resting in the rocks on someone's pathway
Where their feet lay
And it starts all over again.

Lost Soul. (Dedictaed to Amanda Todd)

Nobody know what I've seen,
Some don't even know where I've been.
I don't know what else to do,
It's never easy because of what I do.
I always thought that I would never fit in,
That I never will find my old self in the recycling bin.
Like I thrown away everything that I worked for,
That none of it really matters anymore.
I knew what I was doing,
And it felt good,
Why does this have to be so bad and yet feel so good?
Why can't I find my way back to the old?
My way back to the recycling bin where I lay rest?
I know that some of the kids hate on me for what I've become.
I know that I can't change it even though I can.
I seen her,
I called out to her, to not to do it,
But there she goes and now she's died.
I know that I've probably never known her,
That she is some lost soul wanting to be loved.
Where was I?
Why couldn't I reach out and hold her hand?
Save her from dying?
I know what she went through and now,
All I want to do is save those who are distressed,
Bullied, and frustrated
Rest in peace,
Amanda Todd

P.s. Even though that I've never met this girl, I feel her pain and I just wanted to say to those people who bullied her to death- "Don't judge a person by thier morals, judge them by their personality or just don't judge them at all." I know what she went through and now I will try and help those who are bullied. Thank you for reading this.

The Way I've Always Loved You

I never really thought of why,
I never thought of how,
Of what,
Or even when,
All I know is that I am in darkness,
In an abyss of the unknown,
Like I have nothing left but my soul,
Like a dark flower cascading onto my mind,
Shadowing it from something pure evil.
I just can't take this.
I can't live another day like this.
I need some sort of help,
Some sort of freedom from this darkness,
From this knowledge over load.
I am always thinking,
What?
When?
How?
Where can I find my inner peace?
I don't know the anwsers to these questions but some day I will find them.
I will dig a hole so that way I can lose myself in this sadness,
This horrifying madness.
All I want to do is sleep,
To try and stay alive.

All I want to do is rest my eyes,
Smell the ocean breeze,
To be able to set my soul free from everything,
And let go.
All I want is you to love me,
Like the way that I've always loved you.

 

On the Bus

I never thought that you would be there,
That you would come far from somewhere .
I know that me and you just met,
That we never needed to see what was right in front of us,
Sometimes I wish that you never left
On the bus.

Everytime that I drove somewhere,
I always thought of you,
Dancing on the air over there.
Then you always faded through my window,
The sky's always there,
Fresh and crisp each year.
The wind is always whistling,
Twisting and humming,
Grass, always fresh and green,
Always swaying and lush with rays of the beaming sun.

Now I miss those days,
Our fancy ways,
Espically in the middle of May.
I always loved the way that you would smile,
How the sun touched your skin,
It made me happy,
Seeing you again.
Your blonde hair,
Your blue eyes gazing into mine.
It just makes me smile.
If only you were actually here,
Not over there,
In the ground
 

Something Beautiful

Eyes bright,
Like a million lights,
Shining through,
Piercing me from head to shoe.
Something beautiful,
Something unexplainable,
I can't help it,
You're always shining through,
From head to shoe.

Your face,
Always hidden,
Cloaked with mystery,
Smoothed over with passion,
With love and creativity,

A dozen roses,
Silky and sweet,
Just like you.
Without a clue,
You are always you.
Why can't you stop?
Stop shining on me and more on you.
You know I love you.

Your eyes,
Your face,
Shining through,
Hitting me from head to toe,
You're something,
Something beautiful too.

Blazing Fire

I am Fire

Flames burning

An orange glow

A radiating heat

I am Fire

I am Fire

Giving gifts of light

Providing warmth                                                           

I am Fire

I am Fire

A destroyer

Leaving ashes

In my wake

Taking lives

I am Fire

I am Fire

I appear in many

Different ways

Igniting a surprised look

On people’s faces

I am Fire

I am Fire

I can be many things

Can cause many incidents

Can take many lives

But I also bring life

I am in nature

And nature always

Makes miracles happen

I am Fire 

By Shannon Belanger