Poem: Shackled to the Darkness

by Fiona

Can you read my weakened mind?
Can you feel all of my emotions?

Do you see the shackles that bind
Me to my inevitable destiny?

Can you see right through me?
Do you hear my thoughts?

Have you listened to my plea
For a rescue from the dark?

Do you watch me from afar?
And is it possible that you know
How I wish on each bright star?
Can you know for what I wish?

I am wishing for something true:
Two true hearts, one true love.

It could be me; can it be you?
Are you my rescue from the dark?

With one touch my body trembles,
I shiver like a tiny, frightened child.

Can you unlock these chafing shackles?
Can you read my unloved mind?

Poem: I Run

by Fiona
  
Rain courses down my face,
My hair is plastered to my cheeks,
And still, I run.
 
Slanted sheets of raindrops
Fill my already full eyes.
And still, I run.
 
I am blinded by the torrents,
My chest burns, I'm out of breath.
And still, I run.
 
Leg muscles cramp as my feet
pound the slippery pavement.
And still, I run.
 
Feet pounding on the wet asphalt,
Blood pounding in my drowning ears,
And still, I run.
 
I've fallen once; it won't happen again:
This time I'll only trust my feet
And keep running.
 
I think I've lost my way home
Then I remember I was thrown out.
And so, I run.
 
Someone new is in my place;
I'm just a discarded toy.
And so, I run.
 
Darkness is closing in upon me.
Outrunning it is my only hope.
And so, I run.
 
I run from my past and past mistakes,
I run from his name and empty promises.
I run from his laugh and warm embrace,
I run in the downpour to my future.
 
I run.

Poem: Under the Cotton Candy Clouds

by Fiona
 
Lying quietly on my back,
I gaze wonderingly at the sky,
And watch white cotton candy clouds
As they glide silently by.
 
That day’s beautiful blue bird sky,
Silky soft clouds I reach out to touch,
So much unlike the dark gray norm
With black stinging raindrops and such.
 
As much as I long for that day to last,
Life still goes on under a peaceful sky.
Wars are still fought, many are killed,
Mothers give birth, and people still cry.
 
So for one afternoon I’ll just sit and stare
At the cotton candy clouds that float in the air.

Poem: Midnight Sorrow

by Fiona
 
I have no pen with which to write
My ink has all run dry
The broken tips of my pencils
Lie scattered about me as I cry
 
Whiteout cannot cover up my pain
My erasers cannot expunge the past
Glue cannot hold together
The memories I am losing fast
 
Exposed on the pages in between
Past mistakes like black on white
The past I tried to leave behind
For a future then so bright
 
Shadow followed my every move
Time has taken its weighty toll
‘There is no hope,’ my heart sighed
As my tears fell through its gaping hole
 
I have no pen with which to write
My ink has all run dry
The broken tips of my pencils
Lie scattered about me as I cry

Poem: Disillusioned

by Fiona
 
Reality is a dimension,
The door is locked and there is no key.
I tried to tell you, but you wouldn’t listen,
Beautiful eyes can deceive.
 
Abstract thought becomes appealing,
Lost in your mind, miles away.
Your feelings float, but your head is reeling,
In time with Love’s music you sway.
 
Space looks different when you’re cold,
The stars seem to laugh as you go by.
Here’s my hand, of it grab hold,
As time goes passing slowly by.
 
The words are there, but not the song.
The want is there, but not the need.
I was right and you were wrong,
So give me your hand, let me lead.
 
Gravity always takes its toll;
You crashed through Reality’s ceiling.
In time you’ll heal and be more than whole,
We’ll live through the thunder you’re feeling.
 
Your spirit is free, though now a bit cold,
Swallow your pride and never sigh.
Life goes on or so I’m told,
In time we both shall learn to fly.

Poem: Early Morning Magic

by Fiona

Light, but the shadows still creep,
Unhindered by the mist's gentle sleep.
Dew-laden leaves catch the sun’s ray,
Reflecting the rainbow every which way.
Tinkly music wafts up to the sky,
Clear, yet faint, each note floating by.
For that one morn, I list the ways,
Earth visited those fairy kingdom days.

Poem: Night in the Woods

by Fiona

Dark. Very dark. No moon, no flashlight.
Ouch! What was that? Keep moving.
Left foot, front. Then right. Keep moving
I better keep my hands out in front of me.
 What made that noise? Keep moving.
It's right foot, left foot. Keep moving.
I didn't think that it would take this long to get home.
Eww! That was really slimy. Keep moving.
 It's left foot, right foot. Keep moving.
Am I ever going to get home? Keep moving, keep moving, keep moving.

Poem: Time, Sweet Time

by Fiona

Time goes 'round in circles.
tick, tock, tick tock, tick, tock. Time makes
 the days and the hours tick tock, it even makes the tick
 tock months and years. It plays upon the silly tick tock
 faces, of many many different tick tock clocks. Or
they make the noise tick tock cuckoo! Many
 times I've tried to tick tock make time
stop. What if time decided
 to take a tick tock
 time out?
tick
I ask you, what
 would tick tock happen?
The tick tock world would stop
tick tock turning, the whole sun would
 tick tock freeze, and your tick tock hat wouldn't
be carried off on the tick tock breeze! Tick tock
alarms would never go beepbeepbeep. You could
finish a tick tock book, and never be tick tock late.
Whatever tick tock time you wanted, that's
the tick tock time it was.
Sigh. Oh well. It'll never tick tock happen. tick, tock, tick, tock...

Poem: As Time Goes By

by Fiona
O to be a young beauty, full of bliss,
Not aware that things can be, and are, amiss.
Too soon will she know, again and again,
That the world is full to the brim of sorrow and pain.
Too soon will her beauty vanish with age,
As her sweet life keeps on turning the page.
Too soon will her once pretty face,
Turn wrinkly and yellow, like once beautiful lace.
Too soon she too will look back on her life,
And sigh over all of the sorrow and strife.
And then, as her days are almost run through,
She will think of that young beauty's life too.