tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58949613443243577072024-03-08T04:39:17.341-08:00A Doll's EssenceThe adolescent essence of a doll, which lies in her poetry and prose.Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-20246455443584612132009-06-12T07:21:00.000-07:002009-06-12T07:28:27.275-07:00Key to my Heart<span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Here's the key<br />To open up this precious treasure<br />that which I've long hidden<br />for fear that it may be taken away<br />or hurt beyond repair.<br />I entrust it to you,<br />because I believe<br />that you will keep it safe<br />and guard it with your own life.<br />For you,<br />this key is as important as your own being<br />and thus,<br />I can hand it to you without regret.<br />Take it and keep it close to your own,<br />because I want you to know<br />that a part of it<br />comes from a part of you.<br />Have it,<br />guard it,<br />love it.<br />That which is most precious to me,<br />the key to my heart.<br /><br />-<br />The heart of a person is not something that can be easily possessed. It's like a treasure hidden away, locked away from prying eyes and possessive people who dare to abuse it. And the key to this most precious treasure, is something that is difficult to give, but once given cannot easily be taken back.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-84577940400907651532009-06-12T07:11:00.000-07:002009-06-12T07:29:31.819-07:00Rain<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Wash the pain away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> soak me to the bone</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and chill me to death.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> All the pain and hardships</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> just let it flow away from me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Watch it go down the drain,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> or trickle down the skin</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> sweat away from within me</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and disappear before my eyes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Let it keep on going.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Never-ending,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> with the sky covered in grey streaks</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> amongst dark clouds.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Similar to tears,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> with the heavens crying out</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and singing sad songs.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> The monotonous dripping sound,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> of millions of tears falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> to the painful Earth.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Little droplets,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> one by one </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> or by the dozen.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Come down</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and wash everything away</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> till nothing is left. </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The rain is like a continuous monotonous lullaby that can lull one to sleep, as if to a dream world where one can experience no pain or suffering. The rain always seems like a sad ending, but also a new beginning as well.</span></span><br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-2623213419645642252009-05-14T08:27:00.000-07:002009-05-14T08:33:50.324-07:00I<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">I've given up on a hopeless fallacy</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that seems to circle about</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> as if the world was never-ending</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and as if love had no doubt.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I've lost myself to desire and dreams</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that have captured my heart and soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that which has enraptured me</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and has me under its control.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I've said good-bye to a love lost</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> which answers not questions asked</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and in it carrying endless words</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> shows the heart's love cannot last.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I've waved farewell to unrequited love,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and thus search for a future abound,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> asking not much but to be loved</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> no need for flattery or promises profound.<br /><br />-<br />Everyone wants their fairytale prince, or their fairytale princess. But deep down, isn't what we're all searching for but a simple love? That of someone who loves us simply, without prejudice or pretentious promises, is that not something that all of us can have?<br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-89776074271561359822009-05-14T08:18:00.000-07:002009-05-14T08:27:18.955-07:00Would you love me then?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Would you love me if I was the only one</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> left to wander this god-forsaken Earth?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> If everyone turned you down</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and you came to realize this person</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> who's kept silent as she waited for you?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> When the world spun backwards</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and in it, you found me first among the rest?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> What would happen if I had not been too kind</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> or were different from you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> would you have seen me as more of a girl</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> than just a friend?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Say I were a bit more shy,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and not as noisy as I am now,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> would you have taken notice of me</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and become curious of that girl in the corner?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Think if I was more conscious of how I looked</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> then how I acted or what I said,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> you'd see me differently somehow?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Would you love me if I wasn't the one standing here</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but that girl that you just can't forget? </span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><br /><br />-<br />Why do people love what they cannot have, and want what they cannot reach? And why is it that we try to be someone we're not for someone we love, in the hopes that they would like us in return. Oh what a drama this thing called love is.<br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-53409699266546324322009-05-12T13:23:00.000-07:002009-05-12T13:42:22.701-07:00Thanking True Love<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">If not for lovers met and bred</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> then by all means, I should be dead</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> for who can stop a beating heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> since no true love can truly part</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and if by this I tell a lie, </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> kill me thus and let me die</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> for without two people in this world</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> then all humanities fate unfurl.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">We will all then crash without compare</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">if true love is lost and all dreams despair.<br /><br />-<br />The most wonderful miracle of all is borne from pain, endurance, and always with a certain amount of love..it is without a doubt the miracle of life. It is the miracle of life that remains continuous in our ever-changing world. It is what keeps us, alive. Even if life is born through inevitable and sometimes irrevocable events and situations, the true love that exists either between the mother and father, the parents and their child, or even with just the mother and the unborn child, allows for the miracle to come into the world. Without this true love, this familial love, one cannot expect a miracle to arrive.<br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-46034705777357389502009-05-12T13:16:00.000-07:002009-05-12T13:20:15.773-07:00Star Night, Star Light<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Once upon a time,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">a star fell from the sky.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">It fell to the earth,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and was left to die.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But one little girl,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">who watched the sky each night</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">saw the little star fall</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and ran to the site.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She moved through the woods</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and cared not for her dress,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">for only one thing mattered,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and she cared for nothing less.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As she ran through the trees</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">she soon lost sight of the star</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">for it had fallen too quickly,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and had fallen too far.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">But on she did trudge,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">through the muck and the grime,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">with her bare feet all dirty</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and herself out of time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She quickened her steps,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and to herself did she pray,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">that she'd find that star quickly</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">before the start of that day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Soon she heard a rustle,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">a movement in the grass,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">as if something was struggling</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">but it could not move, alas.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The little girl had found the star,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">it was stuck on a bush.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Landing quickly it had sunk,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">as if something gave it a push.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She ran to it as fast</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">as her little feet would,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">she hurriedly grabbed the star,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and held it at tight as she could.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The star felt cold</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">as she held it in her arms,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">with its color fading,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">she tried to keep it warm.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Back to her house she ran</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">afraid for the light of day,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">she would soon be found missing</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and thus ran back without delay.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">She also feared for her friend,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">whom she cradled in her grasp</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">a mere baby it had seemed</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">had fallen from the sky at last.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As soon as she had returned</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">to her room she did run.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Hiding herself from all,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and her friend from the sun.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The little girl jumped unto her bed,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">her hand on her friend</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and quickly wrapped themselves tight</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">feigning sleep, to pretend.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">As soon as she closed her eyes,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">she did fall asleep,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and some sounds outside the door,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">opened the door and gave a peep.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">The little girl was sleeping,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">quietly and peacefully it seemed.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">While a small little light</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">from the bed side, did gleam.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A small little night light</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">shone bright into the night.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Keeping monsters away,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and scary things from her sight.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">A small little thing it was,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">as can be seen from afar,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">a shining bright little night light</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">in the shape of a baby star. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">-<br />Once, I wanted to write children's novels, or write series' like Sweet Valley or even Harry Potter. Once, I imagined so many stories and dreamed of far away things that people could not even begin to imagine. That was once. Like a star, I feel that it has now fallen from the sky, it is no longer something I feel I can do. Yet deep down, it will remain forever a part of me.<br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-70037236807646065732009-05-12T13:12:00.000-07:002009-05-12T13:15:07.568-07:00Story of a Leaf<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The leaf that tumbled in the wind<br />knew not where its destiny lay,<br />for in its past a dream arose<br />one bright and sunny day.<br /><br />When spring had just awoken<br />and the leaves were alive with dew,<br />a tree stretched out its arms<br />and said hello to the season anew.<br /><br />As the leaves sprouted forth<br />and grew slowly as each day passed,<br />one little leaf watched the passing folk<br />as they walked briskly past.<br /><br />It watched as their legs took them<br />to places it never could<br />and wished, oh wished that one day soon<br />it could escape from its neck of the wood.<br /><br />Swaying ever so slowly,<br />the wind let it move at its pace<br />and gave the leaf a little hope<br />as it swayed on for countless days.<br /><br />And when the leaf dreamt no longer<br />and slowly lost its faith,<br />one day the wind grew stronger<br />and from the tree, swept it away.<br /><br />And so the leaf had finally<br />said goodbye to its home the tree,<br />letting the wind blow it slowly<br />it felt happy, excited and free.<br /><br />For days on end it traveled far,<br />saw many people on the streets,<br />it traveled where the wind took it<br />and didn't choose who it had to meet.<br /><br />It told itself how lucky<br />its life had been so far,<br />how it escaped the tired fate<br />of simply watching from afar.<br /><br />So days had passed and it went on<br />following the pace of the wind,<br />one day it soon grew weary,<br />losing its shimmer from within.<br /><br />Without the tree it had no way<br />to get its green color back,<br />it soon lost strength and quietly hoped<br />it wouldn't fade to black.<br /><br />Sadly one day the wind grew strong<br />and pushed the leaf somewhere,<br />at first it saw the light of day,<br />then soon it couldn't feel the air.<br /><br />The leaf found out it had fallen<br />to a sewer down below,<br />without the people, the air, the tree,<br />it felt there was nowhere else it could go.<br /><br />It tried to cry but couldn't<br />as it lay there in the dark,<br />it tried to remember the good old days<br />when it still lived in the park.<br /><br />Soon the leaf already felt and knew<br />he was slowly dying away,<br />away from home and family,<br />and away from the light of day.<br /><br />"So goodbye leaf, goodbye"<br />it quietly said to itself,<br />and it crumpled away to dust<br />with nothing more left.<br /><br />-<br />It is in our nature to yearn for what we cannot have, and to always dream or wonder about a life different from our own. Sadly though, it may sometimes happen that the life we wish for, or the things we wish for, are not what they seem. Inevitably, we sometimes find ourselves in a situation far worse than our original situation. In spite of this, for many people, curiosity is a never-ending cycle.</span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-44307131994514657202009-04-30T13:51:00.000-07:002009-04-30T13:53:08.234-07:00River Styxta<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Inside the depths of my very soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> there lay tears as deep as the river Styx</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that leads into my heart, black and painful as Hell.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I've cried too long for you</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and there in the river, swim all my dreams and goals</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> moving farther from me as painful memories</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that I push into the bottom of my broken heart.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> There is no return for all those that have floated past</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and it sucks more into it like an endless black hole,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> from which I've lost myself.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Only a Hades, a reflection of a pitiful me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> guards over the darker side of me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> eating me up more and more each day.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And it seems more like I'm a frustrated Persephone</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> who seems to sink into darkness more</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> than she basks in the sunlight.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Just like my soul has been sucked into hell</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> swimming endlessly for eternity,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> the tears that have come from my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> seem unending in this pitiful fate.<br /><br />-<br />Tis the river of sadness and pain, and regret which flows inside of me. That which flows in and out of my heart and soul.<br /> </span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-16806000541356236502009-04-30T13:47:00.000-07:002009-04-30T13:49:47.055-07:00Greatest Love<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sometimes, </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> the greatest love</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> is that which watches from afar.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> To know that they're happy</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> even if it's not with you.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> To know they're smiling,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> even if it's not because of your presence.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> To know they're laughing,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> even if it's not your joke.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> The greatest love keeps silent</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and keeps smiling despite the pain</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that they're loved one</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> might unknowingly or knowingly</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> bring.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Because the greatest love</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> is not of one's selfishness</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but being selfless for the one</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that you love most dearly.<br /><br />-<br />It is the truth, that the greatest love is sometimes the most painful of all. Jesus loved us so much that He died for the salvation of the world. As people, we encounter the same thing. Sometimes, the greatest love of all is the selfless love that seeks nothing in return.<br /> </span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-67609206631156959102009-04-30T13:42:00.000-07:002009-04-30T13:46:28.142-07:00Tears of an Angel<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Drops are pouring outside,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> slow at first like water droplets</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> before pouring in the form</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of a million tears.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Thousands of angels crying out</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> in painful remembrance</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of the hardships of the world.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Endless sounds of pitter-patter on the ground</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> with the dark sky engulfing every ray of light.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Eternal till nothing is left to cry for,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and it passes as the world forgets</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and starts anew.<br /><br />-<br />When it rains, it's as if the angels are crying for us. Crying for our pains and sufferings, our joys and our dreams. Mostly, they cry because they hear our souls crying out, longing to shed what we sometimes refuse to make known. Because our souls, and angels, know what we refuse to know.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-23324423731161975802009-04-30T12:29:00.000-07:002009-04-30T12:36:58.008-07:00Unslumbered<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oh cruel is the waking morn</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">whose appearance looms just beyond</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and in whose rising one remembers</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the cruelty of a night filled</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">with tossing and turning</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oh woe the bright sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">whose rays shine behind the clouds</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">good-bye to the moon's white glow</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and a promise of endless dreams</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">as limitless as the star-filled sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oh detest the crowing rooster</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">whose sounds awaken to a new day</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">his greeting to the dawn is another farewell</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">to the silent night where everyone but one</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">slumbers</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oh, it is cruel indeed to have to face the morning everyday, without sleep. Sleepless nights, dreamless dreams.</span><br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-25357478316479819222009-03-31T10:40:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:43:28.897-07:00Plea to a foolish heart<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Oh foolish heart of mine,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I would like to tear you out of me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Relieve me of the pain you bring,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and stop, stop falling.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I beg of you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> grant me this one wish</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> so that I may live,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> not for the sake of my love for others</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but for my own sake.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Stop this foolish nonsense</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of giving yourself completely,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> only to be torn into shreds</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> like blood,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> red tears falling from within.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Don't blind yourself with idealistic dreams</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that won't ever come true.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Forget promises </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that seem to good to be true</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and open your eyes to reality.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I beg of you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> grant me this one wish</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> so that I may live,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> without the hurt</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> without the pain</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> without the suffering</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> without a worthless love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Leave behind</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> hopeless fantasies</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and move on dear heart.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> To a future,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> empty of the feeling</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> empty of the emotion</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> empty of the past</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> filled with memories of love.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I beg of you,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> just stop falling</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and filling me with nothing</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but unreciprocated fallacies.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> That's all I ask, so please.<br /><br />-<br />Foolishness, naivete, it keeps us in a cycle of never-ending pain. Sometimes, no matter how much pain we endure, we are constantly in a state of relieving mistakes and bringing back painful memories.<br /> </span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-488347572772479862009-03-31T10:38:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:40:22.029-07:00Eyes of an Innocent<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Unaware of what lies ahead,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> we choose what we perceive</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> to be the better of both worlds.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> As compared to adulthood, </span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> children have the unfair advantage...</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> or so they claim.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And thus we reach into the unknown,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> the world of reality,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of independence,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of responsibility,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of pressure,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of failure.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Never to return to ignorant lives.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> No longer</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> the eyes of an innocent.<br /><br />-<br />Not even children are innocent in this world which is full of sins and mistakes.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-22168488482596373092009-03-23T11:50:00.000-07:002009-03-23T11:53:40.971-07:00Ignorance is Bliss<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Remind me not of problems dawning</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> but leave me in the dust,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> where lay forgotten pain and suffering</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> in friendship's precious trust.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> For in knowing one remembers</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that which seems to lie ahead,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> thus say not a word for if perturbed</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> I may soon find myself as good as dead.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And thus is silence a sweet sound</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> of ignorance long fathomed,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> where no words are said, for in dread</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> they now lay abandoned.<br /><br />-<br />Ignore everything, and everyone. Do not seek for the truth for the truth, though it sets one free, is very painful.<br /> </span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-26662110615316842832009-03-23T11:47:00.000-07:002009-03-23T11:50:11.603-07:00Keep a Secret<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Can you keep a secret</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and tell not a soul,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> can I tell you something</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and tell no one I told?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Can you keep silent</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and smile as if you know nothing,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> can you look a person in the eye</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and not end up laughing?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Can you go about normally</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> as if you weren't hiding a fact,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> can you meet many people</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> without being a sneaky old rat?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Can you zipper your mouth close</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and not give up when you're in a pickle</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> can you remain true and promise</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> to be who you are, simple?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Can you hear what I have to say</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and have it go back out the other,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> can you forget what I told you once</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and not repeat it any further?</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Can you keep my secret</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> and store it in your mind,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> throw away the key</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> so it won't be easy to find?<br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-</span><br />Cross my heart, hope to die. Stick a finger in my eye.</span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-78326025211237484842009-03-17T11:57:00.000-07:002009-05-14T08:14:23.725-07:00Man and Woman<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">To find one who truly means the world</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and understands with a loving heart</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> is something that one wishes for</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> in finding the body and soul's other part.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> A man who above all gives of himself</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> as he pledges to love his wife dearly</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and in vowing in front of God and friends</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> sees in a new light completely.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> He who makes her laugh and smile</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and without contempt sacrifices</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> to make her the happiest bride on Earth</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> through all pains and strife.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And she a woman long sought a man</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and on Earth has found her partner,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> wishes only but happiness for them both</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> bearing his sons and daughters.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> She who bears his children in name</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and goes about a wife and mother,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> gives all her family her own love</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> as blessings and gifts to God the Father.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And thus it all but begins with a wedding</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> in a fairytale never ending,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> as both people go on their merry way</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> their blessings and wishes, in God thus I pray. </span></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />-<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Oh how lovely the sound of a perfect happy ending and marriage. What is perfection but a simple dream and wish. What is a happy ending but our own personal choice.<br /></span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-59599967397357990252009-03-17T11:54:00.000-07:002009-03-17T11:56:36.698-07:00Abandoned<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Out of place and out of time.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Underappreciated among the crowd,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> that which once was treasured</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> has now become a part of the past.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> And they have long gone</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and left her behind,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> unconsciously leaving her out of everything</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">while she remains standing still.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> Looking at the people she holds so dear</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> the footsteps and distance keeping them apart</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"> and the emptiness, with the feeling of abandonment.<br /><br />-<br />Alienated. Abandoned, like an old rag doll or a fading fashion trend.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-53825651273938808312009-03-17T11:50:00.000-07:002009-03-17T11:53:24.339-07:00Where art my love?<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" >Such a story is a paramour of my dreams,<br />and will true love be never mine to hold.<br />Shall it remain forever a dream<br />or shall I see it opened before me<br />like a chest of gold yearned by all<br />and simply mine.<br />For I desire my own true love,<br />not that of others who hath their own wishes<br />because I, selfish thus<br />for that which is rightfully mine -<br />my own deserving true happiness.<br />I neither wish to take which isn't mine<br />but to find what was fated to be<br />meant only for me.<br />Can I seek to find only my own true love?<br />Finding not those whose hearts I may break<br />or to find those who might break mine own.<br />For there may only be me<br />and there shalt just be him.<br />Him whom I desire most of all<br />above everyone else, him, who is love,<br />the embodiment of my heart and<br />the yearning of my soul.<br />Where art thou?<br /><br />-<br />Shakespeare-in-love-inspired . A different style of writing from 18th Century literature.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-7078241739268675652009-03-10T12:36:00.000-07:002009-03-10T12:55:13.968-07:00Essence<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">So...</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">when the world stops crying</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for my lost and tortured soul;</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Will you keep hugging me close</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and never let me go.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Will you, like all others,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">abandon me to the darkness</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that engulfs me slowly.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">There remains a small</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">but faint beating</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">that waits to be called.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Keep a light shining through</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and always keep me in your thoughts.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Don't lose hope</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and keep me steadily walking back</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">to where I once was.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Just stay there,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and be who you've always been for I</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">am a broken soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">waiting for her pure heart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Countless yearnings and desires.</span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-2918318469433863472009-03-08T12:23:00.000-07:002009-03-08T12:29:06.062-07:00Where red flowers bloom<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Red flowers bloom</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Where blood runs dry</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In a place,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">where souls do not rest</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And tormented cries</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Fill the dark night.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Velvet petals sway</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">In the Wind</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">But soon, to my touch</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">They wilt and disintegrate</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Gone,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Leaving nothing but</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Silent tears behind.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Red leaves bloom here, in a place where it should not exist. It reminds me of shed tears and dying men, of sadness and regret. Here, where those red leaves do not belong. In this world, where sadness is not welcome, it stays.</span></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-21390302927439275842009-03-08T08:32:00.001-07:002009-03-08T08:33:29.002-07:00Lifeless<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Suffocating,</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">breathing without breathing</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and living without living.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Moving as if each day</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">were the same as the day before</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and as if everything was a blur.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Nothing exemplary, nothing out of place.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Everything the same</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">and unchanging.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">No uniqueness, nor individuality.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">One of many, many of one.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Just one, and nothing more.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">-</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">When nothing is different from the past nor the future, what do we strive for? Yearn for? Hope for? </span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-53744706568156920622009-03-08T07:59:00.000-07:002009-03-08T08:04:03.523-07:00Won't you darling?<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When barriers break</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and hearts don't ache,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">wake me, won't you darling?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When pigs do fly</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and lovers don't lie,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">call me, won't you darling?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When the sun grows cold</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and our nights together old,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">hold me, won't you darling?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When true love is untrue</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and I've finally lost you,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">kill me, won't you darling?<br /><br />-<br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">The poem is suppose to seem very idealistic, contrasting, and in a way sarcastic. It focuses a lot on wishing for the impossible things that is </span><b style="font-family: lucida grande;">reality</b><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">. And in the end, when that idealism cannot be attained, what is there to live for.</span></span><br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-88363810560625524152009-03-07T10:31:00.000-08:002009-03-07T10:33:02.582-08:00Death and Dreams<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" >I dream, a dream of deaths. As if my fate calls me to die. Dreams are suppose to give a person happy thoughts and take them to a place only they can go to when away from reality. But it seems that even in dreams, death calls me to be its constant companion. How long do I have to remain in this rut to dreams? Won't the Sand Man have mercy and let me dream wonderful dreams, during the only time I have left for myself?</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />It's not as if I ask for much anyway. All I want is the chance to dream away my problems. It's as if I dream a thousand deaths, as if I die a thousand deaths. No. I die and die, again and again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />And now, I am off. To dream again, and to die again.<br /><br />-<br />Dreams of death and of dying are a common occurrence in my world.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-88895006994181766672009-03-07T10:00:00.000-08:002009-03-07T10:33:08.654-08:00Season of Forgiveness<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And when the last snow falls to the ground</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">with nothing but a distinct sound,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">does that mean that snow falls no more</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and will our fate be ever more sure.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If the season brings about good cheer,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for me it brings us every near</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">to a decision that I alone must make</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and a new road I alone must take.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And on this road I tread steadily on,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">supposedly with my regret long gone</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and with our past simply a mere memory,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">all your faults but part of a sad romantic story.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Yet human is me,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and woe my humanity</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">for thinking that it is too hard to forget</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">not long ago we were like a set.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">A pair of two, a pair of doves,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a pair of friends or a pair in love, </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">a pair of two hurt hearts who needed mending,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">or a pair of friends who were just pretending.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Still a set, now no longer does it exist,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and in its wake it has created a rift.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">So the season brought it to an end</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">supposedly it was time to mend,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">to forgive and move on as if it were a dream</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and I was made to awake it seems.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And so the past has faded into nothing</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">with our mistakes but a sheer passing</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and with the new year just around the corner,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">it seems as if I hate you no longer.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Even if forgiveness be part of the season,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">it still does not give you a reason,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">to forget everything that was or is,</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">because I for one shall not savor in the bliss</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">of ignorance.<br /><br />-<br />For amid the Christmas season, our conscience takes the better of us and makes us do the unexpected.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894961344324357707.post-84681937642880468352009-03-07T09:41:00.000-08:002009-03-10T12:28:52.708-07:00Of pity and presumptions<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">If you think that a thousand apologies could mend the broken heart, then you are mistaken. If you believe that a hundred gifts could make me forget your errors sir, then I pray sir that the lord bless your corrupted soul. For if you believe that for every mistake done upon me or any other for that matter, that a few words or deeds or material possessions could remedy every little mistake, then I hope that you may do no more harm or commit no more problems. Alas, such is your position that you are, in my good opinion, unable to do such a thing, and that somewhere along the way, you will in your supposedly good judgment again bring harm to an innocent person. I should thus pity you now, and not linger in an inevitable future. Your future thus, has already been determined.<br /><br />-<br />Attempts at writing the thoughts of a young girl living in the 19th Century. Inspiration care of Jane Austen's novels.<br /></span>Christa | Dolldalerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07060294711814259002noreply@blogger.com0