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 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
Depression claims another soul
Carried it down the rabbit hole.
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
As the sullen figure of a woman sets alone in her room
You can feel in the atmosphere all the gloom
As memories rap on the doors in her mind
They well remain there for all time
For her they will never depart
For even if time erases them from the mind,they are written with scars in her heart
She sits there shoulders hunched over
A river of tears sliding down her checks, no longer able to hold her composure
She had slipped into her room, her sanctuary
The burden of being the strong one, for the moment she could no longer carry
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
A square that was a little twisted
Didn't want to lay on his side like everyone insisted
Instead he wanted to stand on his pointy end
Look and see just what become of him
Because he did not want to be like all those that had come before
He'll now be a diamond, forever more
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
I'm an awful person
To all this should be plain
No matter how hard I try
All I cause is pain
Nothing is ever your fault
It's always mine
You expect me to be normal
But the cracks are easy to find
I'm at a lost
Every move I make is wrong
Every thought I have is twisted
My existence has been to long
Why must it be this way
I try my best, I swear I do
But it always falls apart
I wish my spirt had already departed, I wish it had already flew
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
A canvas freash and white
Paint that's red and bright
Strokes placed with care
All done with the blankets stare
She drains her soul on to the canvas
For the final picture she is anxious
Sadly she will never see it
For amongst the paint she sits
Help was the only word upon her skin
Carved over old creations again and again
This newest piece of art
Is when she finally split her wrist and fell apart
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
As soon as the words pass my lips
I feel a cold fear that grips
I thought compassion, and empathy was my curse
But this is much, much worse

I feel it sink in
That cursed brunt symbol
Entered my skin
I don't understand why
But the blazing pain makes me utter a small cry
I want to scream make the birds take flight
But I don't want to fight

With the symbol sunk into my soul below
Somehow I just know
The Dark Lord is on the prowl
I pull closer my cowl
I can hear in the far distance he's beasts blood curdling howl

I look where the branded scar use to be
But now there are just smooth dark lines to see
The darkness of that symbol is now inside and out
To the Heavens in red hot rage I want to shout
What the hell is this curse all about

Instead I quit myself from within
I must find my zen
To protect this brave knight he must stay out of sight
He must rest before he finishes his plight
I don't want so soon to take flight
So I enchant this place, the trees twist and bend
They form a tight entangled twisted thorny dome, nothing can get in
But from the darkest evil we're still prone

I lay my weary aching body down by the fire
Contemplating how I'd got ****** into this mire
It wasn't long before my body gave in and my eyes retired
Asleep only for minutes when I was startled awake
Did I hear a noise, I wasn't sure I laid there to sense our fate
Hearing nothing more I almost relaxed till that shiver started to creep up my spine I didn't want to look, I didn't want to find

But fear like an misty black fog started to roll over my soul
This fear I didn't want to know
Like a storm cloud with a million little lighting bolts
It was passing through my body with a jolt
All striking my skin, a million shocks electrifying and multiplying my fear
I knew the Dark Lord was drawing near
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
As I look into his eyes I know
He's not a warrior from the abyss
He's been at war with them, I can see into his soul
He's as strong as an ox
Even on weary, pain trembling legs
And quick as a fox
His sword was drawn even before he could stand
I'm very much impressed with this bag of bones
And I'm never impressed with man

"Sheath your sword, I mean you no harm
But if you try to wield that blood thirsty implement of doom on me
I will be forced to disarm"

"Quiet yourself, and I well try to heal
Just come before me and kneel"



"I call upon you mother earth
That to all of us you've given birth
From deaths door I did steal
I now call upon the elements to heal
The cooling winds to touch the fever
I call with the faith of a true believer
Send the rain to penetrate his skin
To heal him up from within
I invoke your power
To save him from this hour
Began in a woman's womb
Do not let this be his doom"
 Jun 2016
wordvango
float like a butterfly
sting Heaven like a bee
Muhammad!
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
I looked upon this scourge of a man
I decided to build a fire here, he couldn't stand
At first I thought he was a scribe
But old filthy armor his cloak did hide
A knights is what is he's true brand
Maybe once he was a noble man
But now he smelled of smoke, despair, and other lands

His sword was layered thick with what looked like rust
But I could smell it was fear, blood and guts
Made me wonder if he was the evil ones hire
I crouched beside the blue licked fire
Trying to decide this mortal souls fate
Maybe I should leave him at death's soothing gate
When he awakens I will force him to explain
I'll make him tell me to who, and what he has caused pain
Because as I look upon him I feel my empathy grow
He unknowingly will decide the final blow

I call upon Nyx to hide me in her darkened misty veil
I'm afraid with the gaping wounds he is to frail
To see my branded scared body from hell

But as I sit and wait for him to wake
I feel the ground shake
And hooves that had the sounds of thunder
What I seen was a beautiful evil wonder
It was his horse, I caught it and tethered it to the biggest tree
It took a great talismans to make sure it didn't break free
It's coat was like diamonds dark as ink
On it's haunches was an evil stink
This beast was as strong as a thousand demons
It's fiery red eyes where just beaming


Why is he on his feet?
How can he see me?
I guess it's time to meet!
 Jun 2016
Pauline Morris
On the futuristic cartoon the Jetsons
They had phones with projections
I thought it was so grand
That in front of that screen they could stand
And see who they where talking to
What a wonderful thing to be able to do

Now it is common place
Our loved ones face
Can travel through space
It shrinks the miles that separate
And I think that's just great

Now we can Skype
And all of that like
We can take our phone
And bring loved ones along as we roam
It's almost like them being home
And on and on we can drone
Or our imagination we can flex
And even have cyber ***

I hope who created it was inspired
By the thoughts they acquired
By watching that simple cartoon
Because it brought us all a little more attuned
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