Took I a leap of faith
A leap of faith I took
Not knowing, not seeing,
not having any but a trust
Took I a leap, a leap of faith
I took
For what good is it a coward
Be?
What good to not believe?
Better to fall
Better be it to be bold,
than to fall having never
leapt at all
By :rueberry
The sun; that majestic friend, I so love
Oh, how pleasant its kiss, sweet its
loving embrace, as it caresses my
soul with its loving kindness
Hold me tightly kind lover
Teach me your secret passions that
I may be as you, wonderful, and beautiful
a form
You bathe me with a light I long to
feel each time we meet
You refresh my being with a hallowed
peace
Friend, oh wonder of my soul, you
are lovely, my desire from within,
my life so grand
All of my days I shall smile when you
arrive, freeing me from that dark night,
and make content that through your
healing majesty
I will forever be grateful for your reminding
that I am more than simply alive, but that I live
And that is to one such as I, your most
cherished gift
by:rueberry
Walk down the memories of your pain
Try not to rush, as you wash their stain
away
Out there try not to lose how barefoot
you enjoyed the sand
The hour glass that was you and me
Love’s not a thing that was ever meant
to be
Scars are what make us who we are
Wash away the memories you no
longer feel; keep the one’s that mean
you’re alive
The sweetest kisses that say hello
will one day also say goodbye
Wash away your stain, let time fade
what’s left away
We all lose what we try to keep
not knowing what we keep is
what we were meant to lose
Love is the sand underneath your feet;
slowly falling through the glass
The glass when empty let’s you know
in your pain that you’re alive
by:rueberry
No longer eighteen, she still daydreams,
her dirty hands no longer clean
Hardcore
Callousness becomes her remorse, for
all the years gone by
Lost to time
No more does she wonder why
Angels
Aren’t all meant to fly
Some simply live their lives, on the ground
( waiting )
To die
by:rueberry
To every creature exist a season
One of joy, and laughter, of life’s
precious delight that compels grace
to shed her smile upon us all
To every creature exist a season
of a different kind
One of strife, and mourning, of tears
that seem never they should cease to fall
T’is a gift given to all
A lesson to learn, be it burdensome or be it
light its load
To every creature, unknowing, life allows
it be born
Not that life is cruel in so doing, but loving
in mysterious its ways
Lessons learned define our course; they
allow that we create that hallowed sacrament
that we are
They allow we become unto ourselves worlds
within a world, legacy within legacies; to wake come
our winter years, and know that our journey was
not in vain, but, rather, a journey that made
trodden the path for they who shall come after
us, grateful for our example, be it of mistakes or
triumphant in our glory
For though we pass into that other realm, those
we leave behind find gladness that our lives made
for them the way
They shall choose, as did we, and generation
after generation will they know that their season,
too, shall be that light, whereby, had not they also
been, no season could there be that they make
way for all the others that be next, as was it for we
by:rueberry
I heard a songbird; I heard
it sing a lonely song
I heard, as it sang, how lonely
it felt to be all alone
To myself sang I along
To myself I hummed, as the
songbird sang its lonesome song
T’is was then came it to mind
T’is was then I realized
As the songbird sang its lonely
song, as I sang it to myself,
as I sang, and hummed, along
Two lonely hearts, different, yet,
not so much unlike the same,
sang separately, as the other,
a song both knew, as they sang
alone, never knowing their pain
the same
Never knowing their pain
( the same )
by:rueberry
Yesterday I had a dream,
how sweet it seemed
But then reality, would not let
me keep closed my eyes
I’m not ready to be there yet
My scars are too fresh, and why
I cry
The screams still scream in me
The dreams I dream are what
used to be
The me that used to be, can’t
believe this reality
I want to run, but there’s no place
to go
I want to stay, but not alone
I close my eyes, then drift away,
once again, where I belong
Where I still scream, when reality
beckons me, as I run away from
nothing else, but this empty
self, that used to be differently
A different me
by:rueberry
Dark fright; darkest feign
How could thy weakness, this weakness
be, this weakness of thee?
Sit atop, far above
Watch cursing, memories
of what was
Scents of delight taunt thee
great fright, darkest
of dark, groaning with spite
Keep secret, only that which
thee know
Thy saber lost to the menace of
time
Thy dagger tossed, into a deep river,
a river of regret
Hang thy head, hang it down low
Wait to die, atop that high
place, that place so high
Atop that high place, that place where
it thy hide
Less than mortal are thee now, less than
when what thee had been, had been before
Oh, great fright, frightful no more
Oh, great fright, with thy head so low
Become again thyself, oh blackest one
Become not that ye sought, that ye
wrought fear upon, in this hour, in
this now, become fearful to thee; in
this thy horrid night, thy great fright
Solemnly sitting there, there where sitest thee
No more have thee that thing which once
ye had had
Yet, suddenly to thine surprise
Yet, suddenly open have thee,
opened thine eyes
And thy wickedness returns, returns unto thee,
wickedness that always had be thine
Why mourn thy canines?
Why mourn they the more,
when the cut of thine knife do it
just fine
When its slit of arteries shall flow
just as well
When to drink, maketh not a difference
the cup, as long as thee drink, drinketh
it well
Only the cut, as blood spills
in haste, the taste thee adore
The taste for so long, served
thee to do that purposed from hell
Dark fright, darkest of feigns, atop,
high above, high above with a
grimace so sly, as slyly thy return
to those not knowing of that which are thee,
that which always was meant ye to be
by:rueberry
A sip of faith
A taste of hope
Scarred finger tips
Burn from a fire
They once touched
Such is the sting of
Hollow a pain that wants
For more
A gracious smile that is
All but a memory, pleasing
As it may be
A heart longs to be
Loved again
T’is the reason for many a
Sleepless night
Then, after, haunting dreams
from perilous sleep that choose
To be, so unkind
Let down your walls; make
Open the gate, my love, that
Once spake: I love you, too
The sun soon rises, though be
It, still, this wretched night
With its moon that makes no
Promises,
With dim its light
A sip of faith,
Hopeful as kind,
Wishing daylight soon arrive
by:rueberry
—-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, “People”
I have walked through the fire,
Shivered in the pouring rain
I have
I have crawled through the thorns,
Felt how it feels to be cut again
Then again
I have
I have known joy turn to pain,
And dreams become cares
I have
In all of these things, in all I
Have been, I have
And having, this I know
And having say this: I say so
I have
And would do all again
For I know pain is the mother
Of hope, and if there be hope
I have
For what is it, anything
If not but that which is
Gained, by the knowing
In that great sadness,
that great loss,
which is everything?
by:rueberry
Beyond the far and away,
near the close of some
tomorrow, hides a yesterday
that won’t believe
Hidden truths trapped within a lie, as their
reasons try too hard, never seeming
to see the point
Above the sky beneath the height that
seems so low walk stranger visions from
a further past
And looking back beyond, much farther
than, much more than that
We chance to see to our dismay that all
there is, is only us, each,
so all alone
by:rueberry
Love leads us all to madness,
and during those rose colored days,
to flee the haze, our perception takes
its holiday
Yet, soon enough, we all must take
our medicine, and the cure is most often,
we feel, worse than the disease
Then is our withdrawal, our gloom,
depression, and pain
We fight with all we are for just another fix,
another drink, even if but a sip
Denial is a frustrating friend, telling us
truths we don’t wish to hear
But, in time, we wake up
In a while or a little more, we believe
Vivid dreams are often always that way
They seem to us to be:
So real
by:rueberry
Lost are the lips of an angel
who once loved, who became
vanity, who changed into dust
Lost is that sweet exchanged
for what is sour, like a rainbow
with no color, like a rainbow like
no other
Lost are the reasons that were what for,
that were found in promises that no
longer are
Lost are the lips turned into dust,
the sweet that now sour, and the
rainbow that once had been us
by:rueberry
Take the pills that ease the pain
Lose yourself in your ecstasy
And when you free yourself
From that place, beneath what
Is your great escape
Find the toys that used to be
Painted pretty colors that
only you can see
Stay there and enjoy the
Glee
Talk with the toys before
you leave
Live in this world of fantasy
For tomorrow not to be
Just close your mind in
Sweet relief
Forget the voices that
Try to scream
After all these toys you’ve
Made,were made for you
To find relief
Close your eyes, try not
To hear
You’ve come to far to
Ever leave this place
You’ve gone you’ve
Stopped to fear
This place you’ve gone
Where you can’t hear
This place you’ve gone
And left behind
All your tears