A Sound From Deep Within., Jennifer.M .T [sites to read books for free .TXT] 📗

Chapter 3

Return.

My hope is distinguised like a silver flame, 

And my diamond tears fall into place. 

Heavy stones were laid on my back.

 Just as my blood were ready to attack. 

Chained by sorrow and pain i weep. 

For my destiny is harsh indeed. 

I am the one with all the scars, 

 Yet she is always safe and protected by the stars. 

My anger and sorrow knows no bound.

 Hatred transformed into an evil hound. 

I hereby swear blood to blood i shall return, 

And my revenge you shall learn! 

 

 

 

family. 

 

I'm not in the mood to clean. 

And there is not much i can do to be mean. 

The world we live in revolves around creatures unseen. 

Still i'm not so keen on obeying this stupid queen.

 Fighting a war when she was only fifteen, 

Made her face turn blue black and green. 

 But the world isn't what it had seemed. 

 Because now we struggle to win this war with both humans and machines.

 As we struggle to see what's in between,

 We only find an old sack of beans. 

A remainder of the king and his sweet kathleen. 

And this is not unforeseen because the war is here,

 With both aquamarines and mujahideens, 

Even small boys with the age of thirteen,

 Fight as they try to forget their trampoline.

 Why can't we all share the same cuisine? 

Because if we all tried to lean just once in the same direction, 

We would see that we all were supposed to be family. 

 

 

 

 

Law.

A finger across my jaw Was it heaven that i saw ? 

I'm in aw, he is without a single flaw. 

I know i'm supposed to draw.

 But this room is without any law. 

I need to withdraw but the feelings around me are too raw. 

But now i know that he already foresaw,  

well that's not strange since he is the law. 

 

 

 

 

Promise.

 Secrets shared but promises forgotten. 

Words from a man is much more then he understands. 

But fear from what is unspoken was awoken. 

Now what's left is to take what was shattered as a token. 

 

 

 

 

I'm safe.

 

 I'm blind i can't see. 

 What is a dream and what is reality. 

 I'm blinded from all the lies.

  Illusion and disguises a like.

  I 'm deaf i can't hear. 

 Silence is what keeps me from fear.

  I'm deaf from all the fights. 

  Whistles and screams a like. 

 I'm mute i can't speak,

Words only hurt as they leak. 

  I'm mute from all the words. 

 Promises and lies a like.

 

 

 

 

 

Beating heart.

 My heart is beating so hard inside.

 Against my rib cage it cries. 

Should it play or should it stop ?

 It is the question it asks as it slowly drops. 

it works everyday and every hour no wonder it is starting to get tired. 

It has been beating for a few years now. 

Getting close and closer to the day i will die. 

It won't defend it won't pretend but it won't sleep yet,

It will just mend.

 But untill then it will keep beating inside like a newborn baby with no lies. 

But it has a promise to earth that it will return. 

With no question asked it will keep its promise like a burn. 

I will die i know that for sure the future i say but i don't know when for sure. 

It's when and where we ask. 

But let's just hope we leave without regretting our past. 

 

 

Last dance.

 In a pitch-black room i'm dancing.

 With my long black dress with velvet ribbon glansing. 

He twists and he turns and it feels like it burns. 

His hands in mine feels like fire. 

Our eyes are filled with such strong desire. 

We dance hour after hour and he throws me higher and higher. 

But a glint in his eyes tells me it's over ,that he must retire. 

With a last kiss on my hand he heads out for the mainland.

 As he leaves i place my hand upon my heart and whisper i understand. 

 

 

 

Secret.

 Again i'm forced to keep this secret i bear.

 Because it's not something i would like to share. 

But the one i love thinks i fear, 

The evil it has and all the stares. 

But all i'm afraid of ,is for him to disappear. 

Because to me he is so dear.

 I don't care about all the glares. 

As long as i don't fall into despair. 

That is why i'm glad that he is here. 

Because he is the one that can stop all my tears. 

 

 

 

 

My imaginary lover.

My imagination has no bond. 

It's like a world all on it's own. 

And that's where i met you ,but you are not true.

 And that's why i'm leaving you.

 For someone who's real and true.

 Yes someone very much like you. 

 I just hope you won't fly without saying goodbye.

 Even thought i know you will always be nearby.

 

 

Heart.

Listen to the whispers of your heart.

 Or you will be lost in thought, 

Wondering where you need to start.

 But your heart will guide you through the dark. 

That's something you will never be without. 

 

 

 

 

Hitman.

 A hired gun he is. 

With shots and fire he hits. 

And he never miss. 

That's why they hire him with bliss. 

The target he shots will be his.

 Again and again even in mist.

 He tries to escape with a cut on his wrist. 

But he knows he can't be dismissed. 

Because they need him to exist. 

And if he resist they will just put him on their price list. 

But that's not something he can fight with his fists. 

So he got no choice but to sit because his life is no longer his.

 

 

 

Betrayed.

He is so angry and i'm so afraid.

' Because i know that he feels betrayed. 

I just hope it won't be to late. 

To say sorry for that one simple date.

 And I know he feels played. 

I just hope he will be easy to persuade.

 

 

 

 

Beautiful disaster.

He is such a beautiful disaster. 

And have you ever heard his laughter?

 I need to leave but i have to stay.

 He is so beautiful that he takes my breath away. 

I wonder what else he does that makes me stay. 

Was this give or take ?

 Someone tell me this was not a mistake.

 Immatureness is sweet but after awhile it loses its peak. 

Now i'm just hoping that i'm strong enough to get up on my feet. 

 

 

 

 

 

 Identity.

Searching for my identity. 

Is as hard as losing my dignity.

 Wondering about my abilities. 

Masculinity or femininity ?

 Identity crisis visibly. 

And what about curiosity. 

On humanity's stupidity.

 Trickery and revelry. 

I might need a remedy and maybe some therapy. 

 

 

 

 

Opinions.

Opinions opinions we speak.

 But listening to another fellow seems weak. 

Opinions opinions we hear. 

But do we really care ? 

Opinions opinions are near. 

But we are too self absorbed to hear. 

Opinions opinions are clear.

 But we don't wanna hear becausenwe might just get a glare. 

Opinions opinions that leak. 

Might have gotten worse of than just a beat.

 Opinions opinions we fight. 

For it might just kill someone's right. 

Opinions opinions i say. 

But i don't hear anyone listening my way. 

 

 

 

 

Doll.

He wont release me,

i'm tied up to tight And this is what i go through all day and all night. 

I'm afraid to fight for he might kill me at sight. 

He is insane so that must be why he plays this sick ,sick game.

 A game with a master and a doll ,i don't even understand it anymore. 

 

 

Imprint

Text: Jennifer.M.T.
Publication Date: 05-03-2013

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
To my past present and future. (I write because I would like to live forever. The fact of my future death offends me) :By Reginald Shepherd