Poems from RisingPhoenix
I want the clouds to funnel like
a tornado into my veins and
then when they get too heavy
with my sadness and wallowing
and pathetic self-...
If everyone could hear me
and God knows I wish they could
you wouldn’t be all smiles in the halls
then again, maybe you would.
Because...
Dreaming snippets of stories
under the stars' watchful gaze
My Lady guiding us through the woods
my Lord gaurding us from emotion's haze
I...
Nightly terrors cease
At least while I lie dormant
Dreaming of stories
Power lost to you
and pow’r stolen from me is
pow’r I’m taking back