MemoryThose glassy eyes painted blueMemory by ~Artistgirly-18
Rimmed with tears, what to do...
I watch you as you watch me
Masks to hide our memory
No more time for us to grieve
I just wait to see you leave.
Those whispered words under lights
Strung about high in the nights
We look about with a soft gaze
Anywhere but into the haze
Where we sit close but far away
Never letting love in our way.
Those aching breaths, thoughts aligned
Masterfully, painfully designed
A catalyst of broken things,
Scattered pieces of scattered dreams
I still remain an obedient slave,
Still passive for the love you gave.
Those repetitive salutations, goodbyes
Weakened by that incessant drive
No rest for the weary, no calm for the weak
Nothing left for me, nothing I seek
No ribbon or bow to gift me this pain
Little left to lose, nothing offered to gain.
Those staggering moments of being alone
A habit, obsession, that's only grown
The silence becomes the words you spoke
My defenses, a reminder of those walls you broke
Nothing left here of the
Taking Advantage of My MemoryWhat's the capital of Tennessee?Taking Advantage of My Memory by ~Artistgirly-18
What year did the slaves go free?
Why did Columbus set out to sea?
Who do you think looks like me?
When did we become a democracy?
Who the hell is Bruce Lee?
Who sings I want you to want me?
Who wrote the book Misery?
All these questions, don't you see?
You're taking advantage of my memory.
To love the lostWords, thoughts, oft cut short,To love the lost by ~Artistgirly-18
Silence appears your only retort
I dot my i's, my t's are crossed,
Still I hide my voice, to love the lost.
Shallow breath, in the mirror I look,
Reading my own eyes like an open book,
Yet I do ponder what this has cost,
Allowing myself to love the lost.
Whispers and hints I display,
When your smile comes out to play
But all my energy I do exhaust...
In an effort to love the lost.
Each dream trampled, as reality sets,
An empty bed filled with regrets,
And still as often as I am tossed,
I return each day to love the lost.
Moments where your warmth consumes
Hope in my heart, like a flower blooms
And then to die in your cold frost,
I wonder how I continue to love the lost.
Thank youLet me kiss those gentle hands,Thank you by ~Artistgirly-18
Who guide me through sickness.
Let me honor your great strength,
That holds me in my weakness.
Let my words give you praise
For all that you have done,
As a lover, a brother,
As my best friend, and a son.
Let me thank you once more,
-For how to make you see-
Just how much I appreciate you,
How much you mean to me.
The Stepmother's TaleI found a man in my garden bed,The Stepmother's Tale by ~ella-vere
Picking herbs for his wife, he said,
For she was hungry and heavy with child.
"For greens, your daughter is mine," I smiled.
So after the birth, I took her away
To a tall, doorless tower where she would stay.
I was her mother, she my one care--
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your fair hair!"
But then a prince came and stole her young heart,
So I cut her long locks and let her depart.
I took her tresses for my own
And saw how beautiful I had grown.
Then I wondered: could I, too,
Find a prince so valiant and true?
I married a king, to my delight,
With one daughter named Snow White.
Though his age was quite obscene,
I was his happily cherished queen.
Until -- "Mirror, on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?"
Was my stepdaughter fairer than I?
Jealousy declared that she must die!
I followed her deep into the forest
To where dwarves mined; "Hi ho," they chorused.
Disguised, I fed her an apple so red
That after one bite she was thoroughly dead.