ONCE I LOVED SOMEONE

Once
I must have loved someone
Twice
They rejected me.
Then
He had loved another
Now he loves them still,
But he led me on
Though
I never became his.
Either
He felt something for me
Or
He felt nothing at all.
Once
I loved someone
Never
Did he love me back.

SO SINGLE

I'm happy when I am alone
but it gets boring at times
when i want them they are not there
when i get them
they all come at once
all of them
some not even worth doing
but most
they make me swoon
argh...why me
now i have to chose
pink pinky bonky
do i really have to chose
i wont chose
i don't want to
okay fine i lose
back to single again

THE ORATOR

Raised in the city of kings.
I claim my throne of royalty
With ink as my spear
paper as my shield.
I claim my space in the world
to be heard.
I express myself
liberate my mind
I share my thoughts
I explore the depths of my imagination,
the turmoils,
the pains,
the smiles,
the laughter.
I tell stories
maybe told by others
but not told my way.
Take this journey with me
as i scribble through the wars of literature
leaving signature trails
on empty pages,
Claiming my rightful throne.
The Orator

INTO THE DEEP...

Into the deep I plunge
insearch of a thin streak of light
cutting through this darkness
blinding my sanity.
Into the deep I wander
through empty spaces
and crevices furrowed by misery.
Into the deep deep deep and deeper
I lose myself.
Darker it gets in this abyss
dimming the little faith I have.
Fading is my luminous beam
erased to haunting shadows
blending with this pitch darkness.

In too deep
lies a thick stench of oppression
ready to suffocate each breath i take.
Unforgiving and so dementing
is this fathomless pit of depression.
A bottomless gulf
were winds of anger whirl
corroding the walls of my mind,
were once sweet memories lay
have been eroded to a delusive debris.

In this realm,
a domain of catastrophe
thunder rumbles with tornadoes spinning in a hurricane.
An endless storm ever brewing torment
to my chamber of thoughts.
Fire blazing
torching emotions to ashes.
Inferno raging
a wailing yearn to be freed
from this vile vicinity,
as my wretched soul
simmers a sob to bleak slumber
into the deep.

Life is a painting...

Some say life is a journey.I say life is a painting.How you live it is shown through the strokes you make.One silly stroke could ruin the picture or change how it is going to look in the end.The brush is the support from friends and family.If the bristles are not fine enough u will notice the strokes will not have fluidity.The colour of the painting is the attitude and personality.The brighter the colour the merrier,the dimer the boring.Every stroke whether made cautiously or not will determine the picture of the painting in the end.

                                                                                                                                      by Heather Dube

TWISTED

I don't blame you
you had to go.
You had to go
like those that came before you.
You couldn't stay any longer.
You don't trust what I could do
to you or to myself
because I am twisted.

I'm so twisted
I get myself tangled
and stranded in the rotting stench
of the skeletons in my closet.
Too many phantoms
spilling out the cracked door,
I can't shut them in.


Yesterdays...
when my passions became obsessions
obsessions turning into addictions.
when I had many mates,
when I could have many babies.
Babies I dissolved
in my forbidding womb of hatred.
Now their screams haunt me,
my dreams are tainted crimson
by the innocent infant breaths I extinguished.

 What I fear the most
is not the noises in my head,
but the silent whisper of my conscience.
Though my addictions never seem to stop.
I also fear
I shall be lonely forever

The one after you
will be gone like you
and those before you
because I'll tell the same twisted lies I told you.

CONFUSION

I'm having a derailed train of thoughts
on a track of confusion
submerging from a broken down bridge of illusions
headed to hallucinations
leaving me stationed at a nervous breakdown point
...simply,I'm confused