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. 

Three Poems of Twisted Dreams

Twisted Dreams

By Sheena Marie St. Charles



An inner Darkness that confines,
Twisted Dreams to sleeping minds,
with a cloud of blackened soot,
that circles trees with living root.
A city park where green grass grew,
as you slowly creep thru,
childrens laughter fills your head,
there's no-one there,

they're all dead.
A single swing sways alone,
shifting weeds over grown,
tumble weeds drifting by,
a single street lamps flickering light.
The tears of wind and rain,
slowly drift down the lane,
into the place of lost loves,
as angels watch from above,
a single rose on the ground,
butterflies fluttering all around,
this place I go at darkest night,
to watch the glowing spirits rise.


Copyright ©2002 Sheena Marie St. Charles



For my Father Ronald, may the Lord and I both have forgiveness! (edited)
- Sheena



Twisted Dreams Return

by Sheena Marie St. Charles



Now a blackened river you're beside,
bloody bubbles sway and glide,
rocks turned red by waters flood,
footprints left in the mud.
A hand reached out from the suds,
gives your heart a sudden jump,
you trip and hit you can see,
a body lying there beneath,
your fearful shrieks so loud,
echo thru this eerie town.
Bouncing up and running fast,
drums are thumping as you dash,
voices calling from all sides,
swirling thru your throbbing mind,
vines grabbing at your feet,
mist forbidding you to see.
Then at once you realize,
seeing with your teary eyes,
The inner darkness that confines
Twisted Dreams to Sleeping Minds.



Copyright ©2002 Sheena Marie St. Charles



A tribute to Twisted Dreams Friday, August 05, 2005

These sick and twisted little dreams,
consuming me every night,
taking over my soul,
controlling me with fright.
They pretend to be sweet dreams,
only to suddenly spring on me,
with evil deeds and creatures greed,
and all I need is to wake up, you see.
If only you knew the torment they bring,
the filthy things, as my mind sings,
of all my sick and twisted dreams.


Copyright ©2009 Sheena Marie St. Charles

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!