x NinnyNay x's blog: "Poetry"

The sky is being lit
by lightening all around
the rumbling thunder
makes the sweetest sound.

A single little raindrop
never felt so sweet
now the only noise she hears
is that of her own heartbeat.

As the rain pours down,
the wind begins to blow,
she stands there watching,
the sky as it glows.

She feels another drop,
but this one is not rain,
it’s a single tear falling,
as she thinks about the pain.

The rain begins to lighten,
as the wind slows down,
the sirens begin to blow,
echoing through the town.

The calm before the storm,
everything is standing still,
she thinks about her life,
and soon she feels  ill.

She watches the skies,
as its colors turn,
the pain inside her heart,
it begins to burn.

The storm is here,
and everyone’s in a panic,
running around all crazy,
scared and frantic.

She still just stands there,
awaiting her fate,
by the time she decides to run,
it will be all to late.

She fights back the tears,
That attempt to flow,
While she sits in a room,
A single candle the only glow.

Thoughts are racing,
through her mind,
as she closes her eyes,
attempting to unwind.

The day has been hard,
a little rougher than most,
starting to feel insignificant,
like some sort of ghost.

Her heart says one thing,
while her mind another,
she wants to say something,
but why should she bother.

Speaking from her heart,
has never went over well,
not when she cares about the one,
she needs most to tell.

So she stays silent with her feelings,
while she tries to get some rest,
dreaming of the day,
that she’s no longer second best.

As I hold her hand
she holds my heart
Nothing in this world,
Will ever keep us apart.

She makes me smile,
All the time,
She is the coconut,
And I am the lime.

Glued at the hips,
That is what we are,
You can see it up close,
And even from afar.

Years separate us,
But you could never tell,
She is my best friend,
Like a crab and its shell.

She calls me mommy,
And it melts my heart,
And reminds me all the time,
Why we’ll never be apart.

So the day has arrived,
The day we’ve dreaded so much,
Even though it’s been a year now,
We still miss your loving touch.

Everything was always better,
With just a hug from you,
But after the last year,
Even the slightest touch will do.

At night I lay here,
Thinking about you,
How much I love you,
And how much I miss you too.

You gave me courage,
You made me strong,
When I didn’t think I could make it,
You knew I could all along.

You were my grammy,
But that’s not all,
You were also my pillow,
Whenever I would fall.

This last year has been so hard,
Not just for one, but for all,
We still catch ourselves,
Trying to pick up the phone and call.

I’m not going to lie,
Its still gonna be rough,
But one thing you taught us all,
Is how to stay tough.

Now while we remember you,
You know we’ll be crying,
But that’s all okay,
Because we know you’re watching.

Grammy,

I know you can see this, you probably read it before I wrote it even. I just want you to know that I think about you and miss you more every single day! It's so hard without you, I really do still try to call. Thank you for everything you've taught me but thank you for your love most of all. I love and miss you more than you will ever know!!

Its cold and wet outside,
as the darkness falls,
she begins to shiver,
as her skin crawls.

she lies there awake,
for hours on end,
fighting her own sleep,
making coffee her favorite friend.

her eyes are heavy,
she wants to give in,
but she knows she cannot,
because the pain will begin.

her worst memories,
and her biggest fears,
they live in her dreams,
and wake her in tears.

she cannot handle it,
how the dreams haunt,
how bad the pain hurts,
or how her fears taunt.

So she spends her nights,
living in this hell,
but her days are perfect,
as far as anyone can tell.

There’s this girl,
Nobody really knows,
No one really notices her,
As she comes and goes.

She’s walks around,
alone in the dark,
full of pain and scars,
yet not showing a mark.

You don’t see them,
because she hides them well,
you don’t know her story,
and she’ll never tell.

She lives in this hell,
every single day,
she won’t let you in,
she just walks away.

You wonder about her,
and how she deals,
but not once do you ask,
simply how she feels.

Is it that you are afraid,
of the answer you shall receive,
if she actually told you,
the you probably wouldn’t believe.

So you go on about your way,
pretending she isn’t there,
maybe next time you’ll look deeper,
into her blank stare.

Invisible she will remain,
until someone decides to care,
when that person finally does,
she will be free from this nightmare.