Dark Reality

We paint memories
On the canvases of our minds
With the stain of tears
Shed softly in silent cries.
Little girl atop a cabinet so white,
While tasting cookie dough
With tiny fingers, craving first bite.
Innocent, trusting, full of chatter,
Dancing gleefully, feet pitter-patter.
Grown now, looking back,
At lost years given to a heart so black.
Standing on the edge, on the brink,
Of self-made disaster,
Hot lights of truth glaring, spinning faster.
Emptying her mind, not daring to think.
Auto-survival, long-honed skills,
Time for cutting ties with her ills.
Her scars under fire,
With random words from liars.
Can she truly be free
From pain, from dark reality?

~CWylde ⓒ 2015
 

I Would Be

I would rise to meet the moon,
In her home among the Indigo skies,
I would ride the stars
To where you are,
And slide down the moonbeams
Into your waiting arms,
Where I find all the peace
And comfort you bring me.
I would lie with you
In the velvet of the night,
Filled with promises, 
Of sublime oneness,
Joining together in nirvanic pleasures.
I would be your home
When the world crashes in.
I would be the resting place.
Lay with me among the Indigo skies.
Let's slide down the moonbeams
Together while the moon and stars
Smile upon us and the
Universe plays the music of our love.
I would be your home, your resting place.

~CWylde  © 2015

Shut Down

She doesn't brag,
She's not an in-your-face
Type of girl.
She feels so much,
Much more than
Given credit for.
She sees what
Others try to hide,
Their pain is her guide.
She gives her heart
Oh, so easily,
Leaving her open,
Raw, visible vulnerabilities.
And when her world
Is crashing down around her,
She feels alone with
Nothing more to offer.
Wanting to reach out
Without causing more pain,
It's this moment,
Couldn't be plainer,
There's nothing left,
Only one thing to do now,
Tis time simply for
Her to shut down.

~CWylde © 2015