Winter Winds

By: Sarahlouise

Winter Winds move sound and strong
and carry chilling songs along
to frozen hands and ice cold ears,
instilling all with dead end fears.


It whistles softly through the snow,
a haunted melody of inevitable woe.
The whispers gently bite my cheek,
revealing a fate I do not seek.


The Winter Wind is cruel, but still
no man dares change its eternal will.
So in the waining of the light,
I kiss your eyes and say goodnight.

Photograph

By: Sarahlouise

Fading memories of a time when all mankind knew

That we would meet at the pearly gates together

And never leave each other’s side.

When even God knew that you and I

Were permanently tethered heart to heart,

Soul to Soul, Mind to Mind.

We were young and able, life was exciting

And even that wicked devil was in awe

Of the glory that we presented.

Time was spinning madly out of control

Back then when years didn’t matter

And we thought death didn’t exist.

People told us we had potential in life,

That we would be together past that moment,

On and on into everlasting eternity.

We had a destiny, an idea, a love,

A lifetime. We had everything.

Ruined.

Ruined by one man, with one gun,

With no reason to live and every reason to die,

Who took the one man whose life mattered most to mine.

Sometimes a picture doesn’t last forever.

Confusion

By Sarahlouise

Who do we try to be to survive?

Who do we survive to try to be?

What do we think we want to need?

What do we need to want to think?

When do we fail to hope for good?

When do we hope for good to fail?

Where do we go to when we run?

Where do we run to when we go?

Why do we have to live to love?

Why do we love to have to live?

How do we answer anything at all?

Puppet

By: Sarahlouise

Look in the mirror at my painted eyes, the window to my soul.

They are empty. I am broken.

Look in the mirror at my chapped lips, the window to my emotion.

They are twisted.  I am broken.

Look in the mirror at my flimsy body, the window to my reality.

It is bruised.  I am broken.

Look in the mirror at the man that holds my strings, the window to my prison.

He is master.  I am broken.

An Act Of Love Sincere

By: Sarahlouise

Hello my bittersweet love, you seem well.
Still from afar I see that subtle expression,
That crude displays your soul and harbored pains.
Your face, the mask carefully placed,
As sunshine to blind the keenest eye.
A trick to all but those who know you well;
A deceit to all but I, who knows your lies.
Once I had been fooled by this great masterpiece,
Glamored by your act of love sincere.
You had appeared to be the savior of my stage,
Until violently you stole what was not yours
And left my sullen broken heart to rot.
You deserted me with a mind lost in false hopes,
False words, false intentions; a tragedy well writ.
Yet your expression tattles on your heavy conscience,
Nonchalant as you may seem to the audience.
Yes I know your truth, I know your hate;
The demons that will soon consume your art.
For never was a punishment greater
Than the weight of the mind on a guilty heart.