Monday, December 26, 2011

Dear Annie and Lilly

Dear Annie and Lilly,
I miss you both. Annie, I miss your glowing eyes and your floppy ears, your warm hugs and your soft silky fur. I miss your breath and your snores, your slobber and the way you eat your food and follow me around begging for love. Lilly, I miss your tiny paws and your pussinboot eyes, your soft fuzzy fur and your calming purr. I miss your sandpaper-licks and your sweet smell and the way you watch my every move carefully from the corner. I miss your twitching tail, and Annie's thump. I love you both and I miss your warming affection and love that removes my loneliness.
Sincerely, Xen

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Missing, written 11/25/11

Deep sea blue,
Like waves crushing rock,
Water as tears fill oceans,
Gazing into the pits of my heart,
I stare back, plain and pretty,
The scars are hidden,
Blood stains and purple bruises,
All deeply concealed inside,
Agony and misery,
Cause: unknown,
Selfish, unthankful, ungrateful,
Conclusions leap with uncertainty,
When the shell takes over,
Mind sick of ignorance,
Unhappy, vibes are shared,
Those who love,
Those who care,
Express their feelings too,
Tears swell from cracks so red,
A piece of my heart is lost,
From beginning to now it aches,
Never shall I find the key,
The missing puzzle piece,
Shall he forever be ignorant,
Precious secret; I love him,
Hiding it still, I go on.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Lonely, but Loving Holiday

Forgive me if it's not a very good poem because this is a first copy straight from my journal to my phone and blog...
Lonely, but Loving, Holiday

I was getting tough,
Stretching my independence,
But when I remember you,
My face can't help but smile,
Frosty holidays bring family together,
Shiny decorations gleam,
Merry songs encourage cheer,
So I put on a show,
Singing, I'll smile,
But my beating heart bleeds still,
I remember your spirit,
Rarely can I see.
Love calls me to tears,
Logic holds them deep inside,
Christmas isn't the family, gifts and food,
None of this excites me, it is but false,
Life drains from my mind,
The snowless skys follow me,
They mourn my pain and loneliness,
Only do I regain strength,
Remembering your energy,
Hearing her loving laugh,
Your funny personality.
Without you beloved friends,
I'd drown in my tears of greed,
Your spirits shine through me,
Touching my soul,
You make it snow.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Through a lense

Through a lense

ocean blue waters,
saturate my view,
mind full of flowers,
petals falling swiftly,
treetops standing tall,
assertively guarding us,
caves of pure black darkness,
waves of sky blue clouds,
all but flames waver inside,
yet the burning does not cease,
all is alive yet none is awake,
deadened by silence,
yet sleepy by noise,
peace flying away,
on the tip of bird's wing,
maybe the ocean is calm,
the sound waving of whales,
the lightly moving, gently swimming,
yet the beaches are rushed,
no one feels the wind,
even a seagull's cry is left unnoticed,
although a couple sits still, aware,
through sunset's rays,
they hold hands, and kiss,
golden long hair blowing violently in the wind,
a soft humming song remembers the rain,
could this beauty be genuine,
a call of a crow,
so black and cold,
yet so elegant in flight,
so don't shut your eyes,
keep them open, wide.