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Walls

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I build my walls up high,  And layer them miles wide. To keep my feelings buried inside, And hidden from the world outside.
There's only one path thru,
And very few ever brake through.
By Evelyn Creon

My Old Home

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Emptiness consumed the room,  One that used to be filled with joy.  Old paper on the walls have gently started to fall,  Giving off a tattered look.  Cobwebs hang in the corners.  Corners that used to always be dimly lit.  Broken glass covers the floor below  Where the chandelier once hung.  Widow pains let in a cool breeze  Through broken bits and pieces.  A dust blanket covers the floor  Hiding old shoe skid marks.  The room in which I lived  As a young little girl.  Has been empty for many many years.  Leaving only spiders and mice  To enjoy lots of fun.  The house in which the room sat Looked like a ramshackle. Though once upon a time it had been a home.  On full of joy and laughter  That lasted through the night.  One with memories  Hidden deep within the walls.  One that taught us to love, And live life to the full. The old ramshackle house  Used to be my home. 
By Evelyn Creon

My Dance

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I flew across the room On feather like feet.  Twirling, whirling, leaping Reducing all my stress. 
Exhaling all my anger. Dancing out my hate. Depleting all my regrets  As I prance around.
Filling my self with joy. Breathing in possibilities. Understanding life. Refreshing my tiered body.   
By Evelyn Creon

Sleep

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Sleep weighs heavy on his head. The lack of which he's had  Is showed by every motion,  And position in which he sleeps.  By Evelyn Creon

"Hidden yet seen" prompt #4

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Here we go again with another prompt.

Prompt #4 "I'm free but bound, seen yet go unnoticed. Discovered but not uncovered. Unarmed yet at arms. Read  but go unread. Deadly but weak.  Hurt yet unharmed. I can explain but know nothing. I can talk yet none hear. Misunderstood and confused. The language I speak is so complex that few understand. I could say something and everyone would look at me funny. I stay quite because of the fear that I'll be misinterpreted. I put up walls no one can brake. I hide my feelings deeper that deep. Bared away so no one can get to me. Behind walls of steel and bones. Emotions unravel when no one around. I keep to myself  because of my fear. This I how I cope with life in every shape and form."

He looked at me in shock. I shrugged my shoulders.
What else was I supposed to do or say? I certainly wouldn't lie to him. I told him the truth because he asked. When some one asks me why I'm shy or why I don't talk as much as I would lik…

Cat nap

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Cat Nap  A cat nap is refreshing.  It gets you though the day.  Only by the tip of your cap You will stay awake.  By Evelyn Creon