My Final Words

Boxes starting to pile up high,

Tears falling endlessly to the ground.

The mess of my room slowly whithering away.

Dreading the day I say good-bye,

Wishing it was as easy as it sounds,

But life has surprises everyday.

Needing to stand up strong,

Wipe away my tears.

Needing to just break this bond,

Push away all my fears.

I thought this was my place,

The place I would always belong.

Now feeling the tears stain my face,

The only thing hiding me, is a song.

My heart is breaking,

Its breath taking.

My final words shall be....

Good-bye home.

Six Word Memoirs

The Invisible Beauty: He doesn't see

He comes when he's outta love....

Used is how I am living....

Pushed away, but I love you!

It takes more, but I crumble

I can't live without him here

He can't see pain he caused

Will he understand? I need him!

I wait for nothing, but pain

He shoots me while I'm down.

I wish I was strong again.

I hate her with a smile.

Will I ever see him again?

Am I that invisible to everyone?

What happened to my best friend?

He smiles, I die, alone again...

I dance to fight away pains

Can't stop smiling, when he's around

Finally belong here, in his arms

I Will _____ Your Name

I will live your name, Roger, I will represent you, Roger!
Roger, your name is strong like a campfire, it is the warmth in which people gather around,
Roger, your name is the loved shared silently between siblings.
And it resembles a father, that takes care of his loved family.
Name of the home, stronger than the whole world,
Roger, that is the endless waves, of healing, crashing upon a broken heart.
Roger, that is life as short as a summer.
You are my treasured and missed Grandfather!

I Will Speak Your Name

I will speak your name,
Grace,
I will understand you,
Grace.
Grace, your name is dangerous like a wild fire.
It is the laughs of children, spreading joy to all the world.
Grace, your name is the comfort of a warm bed.
And it resembles life, tossing you to and fro.
Only making you stronger.
Name of the moon, bright than the sun above.
Grace, that is the bright flash of lightning.
Grace, that is the soft smell of roses.
You are my brother, my Redeemer, my Amazing Grace.

3 Septones

She is
magnificent,
a dancer,
learning to fly with
the eagles. High in the bright
blue sky; she
is strong!

Thoughts of the mind, and
Dreams of the heart, mixed with
the wants of the soul.
Difficult
to understand, but
always felt. Hate and love, are troubles
we all are faced with.

He left
her broken hearted. With no where to
go, but she
hasn't let go. Her
pain is
too much for her, but
she loves him...