The Doom

They held each other close and turned their backs upon the end,
The hills that split asunder, and the black that ate the skies.
The flames that shot so high and hot that even dragons burned,
Would never be the final sights that fell upon their eyes.
A fly upon a wall, the waves the sea wind whipped and churned
The city of a thousand years, and all that men had learned
The Doom consumed it all alike, and neither of them turned.

The Words That Were Lost

Last night I wrote a poem inside of my head.
I didn't use paper because I was already in bed.
I just now remembered it existed at all.
But what it was about, I can no longer recall.
I think that I thought that it was quite good.
I cannot recollect it, I wish that I could.
Tonight I'll leave a pen and some paper nearby.
So I won't have to stir if another comes to mind.
Little is worse than forgetting sweet thoughts.
My heart truly breaks for the words who are lost.

Lights in Winter

Like an evil forest split by the laughter of sprites

The emptiness of space comes alive with light

Warm colors dance below cool shades above

Creating the world through a symphony of love

Slumber no longer, sweet child of the stars

Awaken, awaken and realize what is ours

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Obsession

Thinner than air.

Heavier than stone.

Can't seem to help feeling bored and alone.

Folks all around.

Plenty to do.

But the only thing I'm truly interested in is you.

Measures

Measure not your life in minutes or years, nor in jobs or homes, nor smiles or tears.  

Measure not your joys by the number of wins, nor the amount of love, nor the size of your grin.  

Measure not your worth by your collection of friends, nor the sum of your talents, nor your cash on hand.

Measure not a thing within that you perceive.  Measure not, my friend, and you shall be free.

The Fight

It's far to early to say that I'm sure we can get past this morning

Feel so unstable I'm not sure I'm able to handle what's coming

I feel like I'm dreaming still looking for meaning behind all that's happened

Still if you're here it, at the least in spirit, should show me you can and...

There's nothing outside can make me run very fast from you

There's nothing inside, I'm empty without your painful truth

Let's talk this through

because my heart's breaking

I feel I'm breaking apart..

Please..

Come lay with me

Come sit right here

Let's talk this through.  We'll make it right, my dear

Please hold me down

Please make me stay

I'm floating away

I can't control my love for you

I see the fear and hate controlling you.

There is no life in what you've been

I'm becoming numb, I can't even cry for what I've seen

Just shut the door

Just leave me be

I'll make it through somehow, you'll see

The sun still shines

Through curtained glass

I'm sure the pain will pass...

Cynthia Smallwood

July 1, 2014

Thoughts

There is a monster that stretches and grows

During each moment that's spent alone

It's shadowy and can be quite difficult to see

And by the time it's noticed, it's too late to flee...

Hold your breath; Keep it in; Swallow your fear

Curl up tight; Hug your knees; The monster is near

Shut your eyes; Do not scream; Darkness so unkind

It's all just a dream; It's all in your mind...

Rhythmic footsteps fill the emptiness that's left

Where butterflies once fluttered inside of your chest

No hope remains for denial or sleep

Once the monster has awakened and stirs in the deep...