"I could a tale unfold,that would harrow up thy soul,freeze thy blood,and make each hair stand on end,like the quills of the Porpentine-so,Why yield to a suggestion whose horrid image doth unfix my hair,and make my heart knock at my ribs?"
Friday, June 29, 2012
Beginning
Less Dreaming,
More Creating
Always an ink stained world
Your dreams of escape
Self made nightmares
Every ray of light chased out by the shadows
Tell me of your broken soul
Of the release so desperately awaited
Let me take in your words
Sweep up the pieces of yourself
Place them in the garden of the mind
Open the shades for a glimmer of golden hope
Stop this cycle of self inflicted mutilation
Warm yourself in the sun
Let me help you stand
Take strength from the faith I have in you
Beauty suffers, but should never cry defeat
So, from the depths of your pain
Let the crimson bleed away
Leave a white dove
A new beginning
Of self creation
©Dana Price
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
From Depths
From Depths
She gazes as the silence is
Her only companion it seems
Through these darkened, lonely nights
When nightmares are the only dreams
Wakened by sweat drenched screams once more
No one else can hear
Stay awake now, she tells herself
No want to once again face fear
In stifeled screams and sobs
Her mind tries to busy itself
To forget the long, dark moments
Though not enough books on the shelf
The thoughts begins to replace
The bitter tears again and now
The deep anger settles in once more
Begging for revenge somehow
Knowing it is not within herself
To inflict pain as it was done to her
Though she wonders how it would feel
To avenge herself, as it were
Pushing thoughts that feel so good
Aside for she knows to well
She could cause unbearable pain
Then watch as they suffered, all they made her feel
Looking out now through the window
Frantically searching the heavens afar
Seeking some kind of peace now maybe
Within one small twinkling star
Oh! The intensity of the star
She holds her breath now, with some delight
How it can transport her thoughts away so far
As she goes on alone gazing, through the night.....
© Dana Waldrip Price
2012
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Haunted Heart
Haunted Heart
Thunder rumbles through the night
Like a love song in the wind
A faraway cry fills the air
From a heart that can not mend.
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It sings a song of sorrow
As it rumbles through the midnight sky
It will haunt me forever
Of a love that just won't die.
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The rain is pouring down to earth
Each drop a rain filled tear
It's a tragic haunting love song
It's all that I can hear.
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My song floats there on high
Like a love song in the wind
Floating through the midnight sky
From my heart that just won't mend.
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I have loved you for so long
Even though for so long, we have been apart
But you will always be
The shadow of my haunted heart.
© Dana Price
Thursday, June 14, 2012
A World That Will Never Be
A World That Will Never Be
This then, is the world of my dreams,
And nothing is quite the way it seems
At night, all the stars up in the sky
Reflect the wonder in my eyes
And time does not wait, but moves along
Leaves me here wondering what went wrong
Now this is the moment of my reality
A faint image remembered in harmony
With the sad song of my disillusion
Struck with a hard edge of confusion
It makes no sense to me, no reason or rhyme
This, the haunting melody of my lifetime
So this is the substance of my dreams
And a deeper meaning than ever it seems
The sun is out, but it's dark inside
This dream world where I try to hide
And the reality of my dreams, now dead
All I have to hold onto is a thread
Then this is the portent of my dreams
Strains of haunting music, captured scenes
From the dark depths of my memory
Fragments of my shattered philosophy
Echos of a voice that called to me
And the vision of a world, that will never be.....
©Dana Price
Deceit
Deceit
So many masks the actors wear
When practicing to deceive
People of their hurt and pain
Trying to make them believe
All is well can be heard
From lips parched with lies
Although no one would ever see
Even with the trained eye
Pain is hidden
Hurt unknown
No one will call them weak
So some wonder just how
One could master this feat
The masks of many colors
Aiding in their deceit...
©Dana Price