+I am Me+I am who I am
Dirty blonde hair, stormy eyes,
What do you see when you look at me?
I am a writer, painting rivers of ink across a page of dusty parchment,
I am a dreamer, creating worlds of my choosing to escape to,
I am a person lost, grasping at the broken ends of straws not there,
I am fearful, eyes filled with the knowledge of whats to come,
I am shy, hiding myself away until bonds are proven
I am scarred, defiled by my past, defiled by the people I loved.
I am a sinner, forever damning myself just the little bit more,
I am Lust, charming you with my seductive ways
I am Canadian, absolutely luvin that maple syrup eh?
I am me, pervy, and full of sin,
I am deviantArt.
Ode to A Holy FatherOde to a Holy Father,
His piercing blue eyes pick out the sin in us all,
Never missing those subtle stains,
Never missing what we try to hide,
He knows where you have been,
He knows what you have done.
His thoughtful gaze brings wisdom into your life,
Forcing your soul to bend to the harsh penance
Of his merciful Judgment;
No need to protest, your soul is finding salvation,
Hear the Fathers Sermon of Wisdom,
His tale of Sinners past and present,
His journey from Carl to Father.
Ode to a Father, serious and sexy,
Ever watching for a Child of Sin,
Ever willing to dole out penance to the wicked,
One to be reckoned with,
His disciples learn from his Holy Ways,
And You should too.
Ode To A QuinnOde to a Quinn,
Soulful dark chocolate eyes gazing
From a face holding intelligence and confidence,
A mischievous twinkle heralds adventure,
A slight smirk heralds nothing but fun.
Watch for the twinkle and smirk,
They herald something sinful,
Something sinful, yet something amusing;
A pervy joke, a quirky comment, something to make you laugh,
A snuggle, a huggle, something to make you feel better.
Watch for the teasing smile,
Its a bane, capturing all who fall prey to it,
Goading the down into giggling and smiling,
Prodding the sinful into hours of fun,
Leaving behind utter chaos.
Last but not least,
Watch them hands; guileless as they may be
The ones that wander, the ones that roam,
They may seem innocent, but I know better,
Smack them away, roll your eyes and tease,
And giggle at the pout you receive in return.
Pirates BalladRum each day, and wenching each night,
Life of a pirate wondrous fair;
Hoist the colors, bold and true,
Let the mates see the bonny hues.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me,
Hoist the sails!
Ho the starboard side!
Mutiny and feel me blade, buckos,
A Pirates life for me!
Drinking each day, and pillaging by night
Life of a wench wondrous fair
Hoist them skirts, saucy and sinful
Let your mate see the ravishing sights.
Yo ho, yo ho, a wenches life for me,
Hoist your skirts,
Cast away your shirts,
Mutiny and feel a wrathful lust,
A wenchs life for me!
Letter to a FatherA letter to a father written in the deepest loves,
Containing forgiveness, love, awe, yearning, and the need for wisdom;
Feeling the need for reassurance, the need for a whisper of love,
The need for compassion and the need for a Father.
Can you be here and there?
Can you really be who I think you are?
I need a Father, not a friend;
I need someone to cling to when times get rough,
I need someone to snuggle when I feel sad,
I need someone to talk to in times of horror and twisted friends.
You know I forgive you for leaving, for not looking back,
It was better this way, Ill say this rather that not,
You know I love for still being here, for still remembering to ask
I dont know whether it became better in the end,
Or whether the gap between us is forever irreparable.
I am awed at your strength to keep our bonds together,
Awed at the determination, willingness and patience,
You want us to remain together, to keep our bonds alive,
And its humbling to see you beg for a boon
Memories and a FarewellWe began as friends, distant and cold;
Not caring whether the other was hurt, whether the other was alone,
Just caring how the other fit into the social standing of the group
Just caring whether or not we belonged, we fit in, we were a piece of the puzzle.
You left, I didnt care, we werent friends anyway, why would it matter to me?
Another school, another group of friends,
Slowly our places in each others memories began to fade,
As new ones took their places.
I ended love, you found love, the same person linked us together again,
This time I was unwilling to let one suffer, for sins I had suffered once before;
For hurts I had once born in silence I wouldnt let one fall for again,
I spoke up, voice raised so you might hear me, and you heard me.
We bonded, close as sisters, but closer still,
Sharing secrets, trading giggle for giggle, not caring about the past, nor the future ahead
We cared for nothing, enjoying the present, and lifes frivolities,
Do You Want?If everything has a cost,
Then what is the price of love?
Do you want my soul?
Rendering me a lifeless shell
Broken and emotionless.
Do you want my heart?
Not much but a bruised bleeding piece
Of a person i once was.
Do you want my innocence?
Too late its gone, i'm innocent no longer,
Instead i'm a child of sin.
Do you want my happiness?
That's locked away, and buried
And i've thrown away the key.
What is the price of love?
Is it my soul, my heart, my innocence or my happiness?
Is it really worth living for?