Our Beautiful Masterpiece..

Close your eyes.. and listen intently.
My spoken words are like a melody.
They're full of emotion and character.
They're inspiring and moving.
They all flow together so smoothly.

Can you feel it?

But I don't just want my song to dance through your head like a graceful ballerina.
I don't want you to only hear the sound of my passionate voice.

I want to paint a picture.

Open your eyes.
What do you see in front of you?
A blank canvas.
All those deep words that dug a hole in your head to settle into, disappear the moment your open your eyes.
Poof. Gone.
Because you were painting your own picture inside your imagination..
But now that your eyesight has taken over, all you can see is that blank canvas.
There's no expression on my face as I speak these words of wisdom and power.

Help me paint a picture;
Close your eyes again and tell me what you see.

My face lights up as our words combine with a colorful splash.
We've created a masterpiece.
A beautiful song for all that are blind,
And a painted picture for the deaf to stare at in awe.

Falling..

My grip on the rope loosened for a second.. just one second
Without warning, my hands slipped off of the rope,
And that falling sensation sprung through me
As I fell deep into this pit of darkness.

I'm losing sight of the light;
The bottom fast approaches.

Closer and closer..
Closerclosercloser
BAM!
I hit the bottom.

I'm now stuck in this deep and dark hole,
Struggling to climb my way out.

I'm free.

I'm branching off,
I'm breaking away,
Spread my wings and soar through the sky.
I'm free.
No longer a closed door am I;
The door has swung open,
Like a sudden throw of my arms outwards.
Each secret once held inside my safe flees free,
as if a gunshot rose to shoo the flock of birds.
The log is turned over,
Hidden wood bugs scatter each and every direction,
Searching for a place to hide.
Luck has run out,
The spotlight shines,
I succumb to the stage fright too easily.
Frozen,
A beautiful ice sculpture from head to toe.
Uncertainty surrounds,
Warning incoming traffic to steer clear.
Alone,
No sense of belonging,
Help seems too far out of a call;
The crowd walks away from the one glued to the floor, crying aloud for a savior.
Left alone for too long in the wind and the rain,
Erosion begins to occur;
A slow and effective breakdown.
One more inch and I've fallen off the edge,
Deep into the pit,
A pit of no returns.
The expected light appears;
The light of a gentle hand.
Though awkward and uneasy,
It's a hand that suddenly gets a grasp on me,
A hand to guide me through the sea of pain back into the light of true happiness -
A place unknown to a sad young girl like myself.
But the grip on the handlebar loosens
As overwhelming confusion takes a snag,
Snaking itself up my body,
As stress coils itself down.
"Stay calm, don't panic,"
A tender, caring voice whispers.
"This breeze will soon come and whisk you away,
And you'll be a beautiful butterfly again, today."

Admire the beauty of a red, red rose.

A red rose.
Bright, beautiful, and full of life.
A smile spreads across my face upon seeing just one simple red rose be placed into my hands.
Living its life sitting inside a small vase filled with pure water.
One leaf gently breaks off two days later, swaying back and forth, making its way down to the ground, coming to a rest on the area directly in front of my toes.
I bend my body over slowly and smoothly, scooping the detached leaf into my cupped hands before rising up to a straight-backed stand.
A look of empathy and sorrow crosses through my eyes as I stare at the now-dead leaf in the palms my hands.
I know that the rose's life is starting to fade.
One week later, I visit my beautiful rose again.
It's petals are wilting, struggling to stay up and alive.
Two of three thorns have fallen off the rose and sunk to the bottom of the vase.
I lend a helping hand to the rose, allowing it to hold itself up temporarily.
Both of us are determined to keep it alive.
Three days pass before I check up on my lovely rose again.
The petals are wilted and dried up, partially turned a dark dark red and black in a few rare spots.
The vase once filled with water is now empty, not even a drop left.
All is dead as I carefully carry the rose outside and place it atop the pile of compost.
The once bright, beautiful, and alive rose is now dark, sorrowful and dead.

I'm sorry.

All those times you claimed you loved me,
And all those times I broke your heart.
All the good times that turned to nightmares,
And our conversations that turned to dust.
You kept me together, and I broke you apart.
Look at me now, I'm a pathetic-looking mess.

Ignore me.

I'm only a whisper amongst screams,
A breeze, not high winds.
So don't listen to me, don't feel me,
Even if I'm right and if I'm nice.

The beautiful demon.

Teeth, fanged and ready to sting
Lips, stained a natural blood red
Eyelids, shadowed by dark smudged makeup
Eyes, piercing green with specks of gold dust
Hair, flowing gently with the wind
A beautiful demon strikes again

Leave now.

The last words are spoken
It's now time to leave
Gather your belongings
And pack them in your bag
With anger running through your body
Sorrow trickling down your face
Give one more glance of hatred
Before you close the door
And leave your old life behind
Prepared to start all over again

To do..

To dream..
To wish..
To desire..
To imagine..
To believe..

To see..
To admire..
To envy..
To hate..
To pity..

To adore..
To love..

To live..

I'm non-existent.

I’ve become so alone in this world,
It's almost like I don't exist anymore.

I just have to hope
That there's at least one person out there
That knows who I am,
And still loves me for me.