I walk away from the world I know
To a forest were each thing can change
And where the floor is carpeted with moss so green.
It is here I feel magic
...
The phases of the moon wax and wan
a face that shows and hides as time passes on
only one can know your secrets
the one thats been there for years
...
Lost behind the darkness
Clouding my eyes from truth
No way to brake the spell upon me
Can't scream out
...
Losing myself in a world of darkness,
Broken feathers on the floor from wings that will not fly
I cannot see for all the black.
The time clock ticks my days away
...
A bird falls from its nest,
Only to rot away,
As time passes,
The feathers turn to lines
...
My heart says stay
but my mind says go
For love will end the same
I'm not good enough for him
...
I thought I was done
Being broken hearted
I thought I was finally
Going to be loved
...
an ache in my heart
tied tight around my chest
a knot that can't undo
for in the end it kills the life force
...
My heart is as dark as raven feathers
It sores on raven wings
When I'm sad
It falls out of the night sky
...
Only myself walking down the crowded street,
Everyone around me like statues in a park.
Here’s a car waiting to turn,
There’s an old man feeding the birds.
...
My friend has a big heart
He loves someone
Just becase
He want's to be friends
...
Death, That's all that's going to happen,
and then what.
What will happen after.
People don't stop to show someone they care
...
My Indian camp believes
The Omahama River is alive.
It is a place of spirits that we do not see.
...
All I do is hurt myself
My Family, My friends
The only way to save them now
Is the death at my own hand
...
I look around and see light
Cricling me around and around,
I dare not move for I wish I could
Stay here forever in the middle of
...
My life is very scary
never knowing what to find
I can't figure out
how to leave this world or not
...
What is wrong with people today,
They talk about sex and Drugs to much.
What ever happened to the days of innocence
What happened as we were growing up.
...
When I was younger, I used to write a lot. I created many poems and stories to ease my lonelyness of having little friends. Now that I'm older, Thoughs poems, plus the ones I have writen since have given me stranth to live though my days even though sometimes there lonely.)
The Enchanted Forest
I walk away from the world I know
To a forest were each thing can change
And where the floor is carpeted with moss so green.
It is here I feel magic
In the Enchanted Forest
I sit near a brook and a small waterfall
And listen to the world so new to me
I hear a coo of a dove
And a who of a owl and know
I am in a place of enchanted things
In the enchanted Forest
I open my eyes and see
A pair of eyes staring back at me.
Iam not afraid for I know
I'm in the presence of a unicorn
In the enchanted forest
I get up and move away
But the unicorn follows me
I turn to see
She bechons me to ride atop
and as I ride I know
I feel magic here
In the enchanted forest