Dawn Michelle

Dawn Michelle Poems

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

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

…I dream of more
Then all of this pain and destruction we hold
I dream of more…

Come alive
Allow me to believe
Watch the clouds
As they begin to seethe

I’m barely alive
I’m barely breathing
I forget how to speak
And now I’m not seeing

A fatal blow
To my weakened soul
And I’m out
Out at round one

I am lost
In this less-than
Infinite knowledge

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

Here we are
Lying in the midst of our discomfort
Hand in hand
We may still have a chance to survive

(originally written in lyrical format)

I fear the worst has come to pass

Sometimes I like to run in circles
and pretend im going somewhere.
It gives me something to do.
Other times I like to run towards the horizon,

I lead a life of wonder;
I hear the horror in your voice, every breath that you take,
Adds to the mystery of my world.
I add to it, you take from it.

His face was shattered
Like a window pane
Broken and split
Now dead with no shame

What causes more pain?
They ask nonchalantly
Not knowing who’s sane.

They know
I'm telling you they know
My heart cries for them
For those that know

Painted on like a diagram
Of failures
The flames lick the pages
Worry the heart and

Just the same
Like any other day
Dreaming about
What will never be

I feel myself breaking
And falling down into
I know my heart can’t take anymore

Dawn Michelle Biography

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.


The Best Poem Of Dawn Michelle

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
Leaving me behind
The color disappears
My dreams are with that sun
Whenever the sun sets
It rises in another place
A place blessed by that light
My dreams are hidden in that light
At my window seat
I watch the sun take it all away
My dreams are with the sun
My dreams are the sun

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