Biography of Dawn Michelle
My life is my life... Full of things you can, and cannot understand. The purpose of a biography is to understand about a certain person. Maybe I don't want to be understood, maybe I do; but that is up to me. But I will let you in on who I really am, but only enough to get you thinking.
The thick smell of burning fills the air. No ashes. No tears. Just fire. The cool breeze gently makes its way into the room, enrapturing me in a sweet embrace. The setting sun shines proudly on the thin trunks of the palm trees. Only silhouetting their magnificence in a pleasing glow of unnamable colors. The surrounding air is lightly dusted with the ‘goodbye’ color of the sun, mixed with the ever-present dinginess of smog. The massive, outstretched leaves on the palm trees shiver slightly as the air pushes it’s way past them. Birds, oblivious to the calm, chirp happily in the trees. Content, they sing a song of praise. (Maybe not-so oblivious after all.)
In all the calm serenity ever known to man, there is always a disturbance. Here a siren rings in the distance, warning cars and passers by away from its path. The fire, though miles away, chokes the grass it feasts on. The sun will soon leave, covering our world in a thick darkness that cannot be illuminated. The smog exhausts every breath that is ever taken. The palm trees will eventually die.
In this diverse fusion of peace and disorder, I am content. Our disorderly world, orderly? No, but in my heart I find peace. And peace from within effects the calamity that takes place all around us, every day of our lonely lives. Away from this confusion of ‘peace and disorder’ is where we all want to be. Screaming inside us, we are told that this is not truly our ‘home.’ We are lovingly given an escape, a place we may feel mildly content. But we know the difference. We know very well that ‘home’ lies somewhere deeper.
As for now, I will be content with this earthly disorder and claim my ‘home.’ As for the unknown future, I do know that I will eventually be content, Home at last.
Dawn Michelle Poems
My Dreams Are The Sun
See that golden hue Burning in the west My dreams are with that color My dreams are the sun
Death drives people To do the impossible To talk to those Who can’t respond
Find Me At The Edge
You will find me at the edge Of the water Where the sand and deep Ocean meet
And tell me why They hide their pain Behind their quiet eyes When all we want to do
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…I dream of more Then all of this pain and destruction we hold I dream of more…
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Come alive Allow me to believe Watch the clouds As they begin to seethe
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And I can’t stay back any longer Hold me back and watch me die You think this makes me stronger But I’m telling you I just can’t try
'Breath Is A Fragile Thing'
A fatal blow To my weakened soul And I’m out Out at round one
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I am lost In this less-than Infinite knowledge Painfully
I’m barely alive I’m barely breathing I forget how to speak And now I’m not seeing
Lost In The Night
Here we are Lying in the midst of our discomfort Hand in hand We may still have a chance to survive
To The Narcissistic Addict
(originally written in lyrical format) I fear the worst has come to pass
To Save A Life
Dancing and twisting Behind silent eyes Not ready to come out Until the world dies
Step Out Of The Black
Painful intelligence Is something you harbor Your alibi is innocence But that you have slaughtered
My Dreams Are The Sun
See that golden hue
Burning in the west
My dreams are with that color
My dreams are the sun
The sun always sets
But never seems to rise
That sun carries my dreams
Slowly out of my reach
I watch it slide away