Mother Earth

Don’t let go mother earth

Mother earth is letting go of me,

Scared and falling fast,

I hit a clear pane of glass,

My eyes filled with tears as the broken glass digs into my flesh,

As crimson blood flows from my wounds,

A sea of salt washes over me,

As the sea rises my skin starts to bubble and boil,

My eyes fall out and my breathing is slow,

I’m alive but dying,

Slowly I fall to pieces,

Dead forever more

The Puppet

The puppet

The icy chill I feel as I fall strikes me once again,

I’m cold and dying slowly,

I’m dead as I hit the ground,

Or so I think,

My soul is like air,

Floating away fast,

The strings of my heart being pulled as its yanked away,

I am his half alive puppet,

My heart is his strings and my body is the lovely puppet he uses,

Death is my master and I am death’s puppet.

The Void

The void

My time is up death is coming

His cold and bony hands are grasping my ankle slowly,

 Pulling me into the deep,

A vast void of tombstones and empty graves,

 Fog and cold air tickle my neck as I appear in front of him,

 I can’t scream, my mouth is sewn shut,

 My eyes begin to fall,

My breathing stops,

Death has finally broken my hour glass.

Cherry Blossoms

Cherry Blossoms

The cherry blossoms bloom,

My heart strives to swoon.

I fall head over heels for a man I shouldn't love.

The love in the air begins to choke me,

He comes to my rescue.

Alas he withers in the love filled air.

His body dry and dead in the spring sunlight,

My eyes filled with tears as I choke on my last breath and die next to his limp lifeless body.

Lies

Lies

In everything, there is beauty.

In everything, there is many lies.

Lies of distinguished truth we think are real.

Nothing is truth.

Sands of time

Sands of Time

Death is holding an hour glass for each of us.

Each grain of colorless sand falling is a moment of our lives,

Burned with precious moments or wasted with selfish remarks.

Life falling away with every grain.

Most don't know it.

The sands of time are telling the story of your untold death.

They'll tell us if you were selfish or loving.

If you were evil or good.

Vile and mean or sweet and kind.

Each selfish moment a blackened grain of sand,

 each precious memory written in red blood, 

Each loving caring and sweet moment painted snow white.

Your hourglasses are riddled with black sand and written memories.

Where are the pure white crystals we all should strive for?

At the bottom of the ocean with the lovely people that die for others everyday.

Greed is a deathly deed to hate and selfishness

Greed is a deathly deed to hate and selfishness

All around everyday, People want to fit in.

People think they need to be beautiful, have many friends, the best clothes.

Fitting in is the least of peoples problems.

Kids are worrying about friends and looks.

When did our standards change?

When did wealth, looks, and social status become more important then a kind heart and a loving home?

Death and distraction  take away from whats really important now.

People waste away and most don't notice.

Life is to be lived and remembered, not forgotten.

When will our morals change back?

Never is what most think.

I believe we can change that.