Sheena

Sheena
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Gasoline Tears

Gasoline tears and emotions of cellophane, set me on fire, it'll only ease the pain...

My skin is not stone, I shall bleed if you prick, My heart is not ice, but will melt in your fist!

If life is a dream in a dream, and reality isn't what it seems, and only lies can be seen, then wake me up before I scream!

~by Sheena

I wrote this as a facebook status page and got great feedback. I liked it so much I thought I would share it here :)


Friday, April 16, 2010

Psychedelic



Psychedelic dreams,
leave me wondering,
about the beauty,
the serenity,
the peace...

I lose myself in my thoughts,
blending from shade to shade,
swirling, spiraling, into a mess,
of wonderful abyss of what is left.

Psychedelic dreams,
leave me wandering,
among the translucent shapes,
all the mistakes,
if you please.

I fall,
deep, & dark I drown,
In the psychedelic abyss,
waiting for insanities kiss,
something only an artist may find,
only to be seen by the blind.

Psychedelic dreams,
ripping at the seams,
revealing the darkness beneath,
the love, the rush, the absolute Peace!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Between Friends

Sparks fly against a starless sky,
a warm breeze against your skin,
cold damp grass on bare feet,
a secret whispered between friends.

Scratchy bark on bruised knees,
giggles breaking silence,
autumn colors on falling leaves,
adventures shared between friends.

Fearlessly jumping from rock to rock,
bubbling water splashing around the bend,
slippery feet and balance thrown off,
a helping hand between friends.

Aroma of coffee and a bittersweet taste,
reminiscing about treasured moments,
a warming bond that never ends,
the love only shared between friends. 

Saturday, March 27, 2010

So Sweet


So Sweet

Saturday, November 24, 2007
   
So, sweet


So simple, so small, so far, to fall
So  quiet, so lost, so much, such cost
So scared, so fast, so consumed, with the past,

So gentle, so kind, such a waste of a mind

So sweet so sad,so hurt so mad,

So cold, so dark,  such a broken heart...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

In Your face

In your face         Originally written Sunday, August 06, 2006

So, thru all the darkness I have dwelled,
and all the curses I’ve dispelled,
all the triumphs, failures, and cats games,
it seems that nothing is the same.
I've finally reached my goal,
fulfilled my heart and soul,
become that which I’ve desired,
and lit my existence on fire.
I've obtained my life’s ambition,
following no mans tradition,
doing it all my way, at my pace,
just to stick it in your face.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Faeries of Fythery (a rhyming tale)

Below are the first to chapters of a rhyming tale that I began on bebo.com, to view the rest of the chapters click the link in the title to be forwarded to that page and remember to become a fan :)






Beginnings are scary yet beautiful things, all depending on the situation.

"Once in a lifetime, you meet someone who changes your world,
if you're lucky, you'll treasure that pearl!"


As in all good tales, we shall begin this rhyme
with the famed quote, of...
Once Upon A Time...

For Once a long time ago, in a land far from our shores,
there lived a faery, in a house not at all like yours.
This house was not a house per say, but a hole in a Redwood,
one of the largest trees today.
This faery was named for her hair, as blue as oceans afar,
They called her Bleu, and she shined like the northern star.

Bleu lived alone for many a day, alone and sad she was,
visiting local village children just wasn't enough.
She longed for that feeling, she'd seen on the maiden's face,
longed for company, yearned for just a taste.
Though she was not naive, no no, she knew it wouldn't be fine,
for once she'd tasted it, she'd want it all the time.

Alas, to dream of such a day, when she could indulge in lustful play,
perhaps letting it bloom into ...dare I say...
perhaps True love someday.



Perhaps perhaps, words of aggravation indeed,
Bleu grew tired of her lustful needs.
Is it normal, sure... acceptable not at all,
but she was certainly determined to fall.

By the autumn she was born, into the sign of love,
and by that sign, she was true enough,
a hopeless romantic, alone of course,
always searching for true love's source.

Till one day, a fine morn to be seen
a stranger approached, with eyes of green
He was tall and handsome, a knight she was sure
glowing with honor, and a heart surely pure.

His steed was the most glorious Dragonfly
with fiery wings, and shimmery turquoise sides,
They both looked quite divine
to a young faerie's eyes.

But to approach could mean reproach, disaster utmost!
But to stay hidden and shy would make her a bad host.
Oh decisions decisions, why always so hard,
putting so much strain on a young girl's heart.

Monday, March 8, 2010

Blighted Psyche

Originally written in 2005

Blighted Psyche


My veiled Lunacy,
disheveled amongst my views
has caused a grand misfortune
and brought upon the wicked, their dues.

Vengeance enchants me,
gives me the force to perform the deeds,
deemed necessary by my guide,
the iniquity with in me.

Astoundingly it would appear
I do encompass a conscience of sorts,
attempting to rectify my sins,
although my impiety always retorts
and so the battle begins.

Corruption against purity,
in an infinite struggle for supremacy,
shall continue to torment
my blighted psyche.

Edge of Insanity

Edge of insanity Originally written: Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Walking slowly down the twisted dark path,
trees waving, leaves crinkling, wind howling…
I know it lingers near, and soon, so very soon, I will find it.
These damned voices distract me, giving me false information,
messing with my concentration, give me a f*cking break from this sh*t!
*Shrieks loudly*
Spinning in circles, staring at the twinkling stars in the pitch black tapestry of the night,
a swirling vortex of life, it's very essence, and being, here inside of me,
ripped from it's home, torn and shredded heart left behind,
leaving me what else, but a f*cked up mind.
This is what it looks like, this is how it feels, to walk the line,
to live on a thread, on a vine,
forget all the , and all of the stupid vanity,
there's nothing like living...
on the edge of insanity!

Revolving

Revolving Originally written: Thursday, August 04, 2005

The mystical sparkles of your eyes,
staring into the night,
the whimsical wave of your hair,
a tantalizing sight,
The fact that you never come too late or too soon,
your heart revolving around the moon,
the way you make me feel I'm not doomed,
my heart revolves around you.