|My best friend ever, on her way to happiness. She is due to be married in October!|
Skipping BeatsWhen I'm with you my heart skips beats,Skipping Beats by TaLa-JaCKaL
While I'm with you my head spins,
I forget about these darkened streets,
And the endless losses and sins.
While I'm with you I forget the past,
I forget the lives lost in my hands,
The fact the happiness didn't last,
And that I never met the demands...
Set by those who only wanted my heart,
Not to love but to break,
I forget all the times I fell apart,
And felt like I'd never wake.
But you woke me from my nightmare,
You saved me from my fears,
You're the only one to truly care,
To wipe away the tears.
With you I have forgotten that my heart even beats,
And I've left behind those darkened streets.
The Destruction of FireEvery day the fire burns,The Destruction of Fire by TaLa-JaCKaL
It scorches in so deep,
Even so the heart still yearns,
And also does it weep.
The heat fills in the spaces,
Filling in all the cracks,
Returning to the hearts good graces,
And pain picks up the slacks.
Searing into what was great,
Making everything much more hard,
And burning into fate,
Turning over a brand new card.
The fire burns the heart,
The fire takes it one more step,
Taking the world apart,
While the good takes all the rep.
But that is just the way it burns,
That is the way it scorches and sears,
Even though the heart still yearns,
Through all the pain and tears.
My Broken Little BirdMy hero cries out in pain,My Broken Little Bird by TaLa-JaCKaL
Her captor getting in her head,
All of this to my disdain,
My vision is turning red.
So many nights,
So many tears,
They’re filled with fights,
And growing fears.
Her wings are broken,
Her cage is locked,
The words she has spoken,
Are lost and docked.
How am I to break her fall?
How am I to break the bars?
So much is lost, her body crawls,
Covered in all those battle scars.
My dying bird, my broken stone,
Laying at the bottom of the cage,
Laying in it all alone,
An actress on a stage.
We fell from the sky,
To live in a sickened hell,
I can only hear her cry,
And the breaking bones from when she fell.
My poor little broken bird,
Your body is on the floor,
Nothing left, not one word,
And I can’t watch you anymore.
2 – 5 – 2014
After The Knife BreaksThe knife is broken,After The Knife Breaks by TaLa-JaCKaL
The pills are gone,
My single token,
A small white pawn.
I drank the bottle of booze,
So very long ago,
And of all the memories I had to lose,
Of all the people I let go.
So many years down the road,
And the pain is still here,
A brand new episode,
Of all those things I fear.
This time, I face it with my heart,
I face it with my soul,
Instead of tearing myself apart,
A set a brighter goal.
All of my tools of destruction,
Have all but decayed,
My new life is under construction,
Although you never stayed.
All those people are dead to me,
They will never return,
Yet they are the ones I want to see,
Before I let my old life burn.
My life had burned away to embers,
So that I could rise from the ashes,
No one cares, no one remembers,
How I got past the lashes.
But I remember, I remember the one light I ever knew,
That my one light, not matter how dim...
Okay, so I am 19, a Native American and I love art in all shapes and forms, I love animals which I guess is why I mainly draw animals. I love writing poems, all of them are real feelings that stem from real experiences. I have been writing them ever since I knew how to write. I would some day like to publish a book of poems. If you have any constructive criticism for my poems or photographs or any of my art please feel free to comment, I am always looking for ways to improve.