Melissa's Poetry Pages

copyright 1994

Screaming silence
All alone
Deadly Sadness
One last moan
Explosive feelings
One last hiss
Come nearer, Nearer
One last kiss.
Needed something, no one hears.
Called to quiet no one near.

copyright 1993

Insanity
Deep seated insanity.
In the crevice of your mind.
Can not tell right from wrong,
What you have lost, you seek to find.
Personality chameleon,
You change from white to black.
Person to person values change,
as you stab them in the back.
You speak sweet words,
perfumed lies,
that turns a rancid stink.
Bound to catch you turn you round
change the way you think.

copyright 1994

Dark things call from the depths of evening
And midnight calls my name.
I'm swept away with the night time breezes
As I willingly play the game.
I ponder trouble and long to have it
With the romance of the night,
Mystery and death both together
Before the mourning light.
Sudden shadows now bind me softly
Before ever brooding eyes.
The darkness in itself is a rescue
Muffling my silent cries.

copyright 1998

As I walked along the road one day,
A lonely man came my way.
He looked me in the eye and I heard him say,
"Who will remember me when I'm gone?"
Who will remember me when I'm gone,
After I have lived so long?
What of the things that I have done,
And my happy days in the sun?
You know, I have suffered pain.
Has it all been in vain?
Who will keep my memory,
Who will know what became of me?
Who will remember me when I'm gone?

A young girl left her child so dear,
Leaving him alone with noone near.
The note she left said for all to hear,
"Will he remember me when I am gone?
Will he remember me when I am gone,
After I have been gone so long?
What of this thing that I have done?
I will never see him run!
I wish for him no pain.
I think I must be insane,
To cause him this memory!
OH what will become of me?
Will he remember me when I am gone?"

The other day I thought of you,
And the things we used to do.
I wonder now that we are through,
Do you remember me now I'm gone?
Do you remember me now I'm gone,
After we have loved so long?
What of the things that we have done,
When we once were as one?
We caused each other so much pain!
What from it did we gain?
Do you keep my memory?
Do you ever think of me?
Do you remember me now I'm gone?

Sometimes I think there will not be,
Anyone around to remember me,
After my soul is set free.
Will you remember me when I'm gone?
Will you remember me when I'm gone?
All the things that I have done,
And my happy days in the sun?
And yes I have suffered pain!
I do hope it was not in vain
Will you keep my memory?
Tell me will you remember me?
Will you remember me when I am gone?

copyright 1997

There is on a grassy hill
stone statues put on display.
Tombstones of memories
after you have gone away.
In the daylight the sun shines down,
Daisies glisten in the sun.
Sweet wind blows on
and plays with my hair,
and laughs at what it's done.
But when skies are dark
and night is nigh
Dark shadows crawl about.
Ghastly ghouls try to catch my soul,
Ghosts rattle shriek and shout.
I scream and run and cower too.
Frightful of what lies near.
then wonder how I could be so scared.
Of someone I held so dear.

Copyright 1994

I walk down a trodden path,
and I face each new day,
with dreams and broken promises
and friends who've gone away.
I cannot tell how far I've walked,
but my shoes are thin and worn.
I cannot see the path ahead.
But I'm sure there must be one.
I meet a man who's old and gray,
and a boy who keeps his stride.
They keep to a steady pace,
as in the shadows they do hide.
I stop to bid the man hello,
and give the boy a sphere.
but as I reach to touch their hearts,
they fade and disappear.
Then from the sky a star does streak.
and tumble to my feet.
I make a wish and continue on.
as evening I meet.

Copyright 1988

I flinch with revulsion
When in the mirror I see
The reflection of my face
Glancing back at me.
Why is it that
In the mirror I find
Is not what I see
Of myself in my mind?
So my eyes try to avoid
The images around
So I am not reminded of
The ugliness in which I'm bound.

Copyright 1998

A rose seems inviting
sitting there
Resting in its place,
Calling for attention,
Welcoming admiration,
Beckoning you come!
Embrace its loveliness.
Soak up its healing powers.
Feed on its life giving fragrance.
But there are thorns.
You approach.
You trust.
You reach to embrace
Longing for its peace,
Hungering for its enticing health,
expecting nothing but joy.
But there are thorns.
You are lashed,
Scratched,
Betrayed.
You Cower,
Run,
Afraid of everything that is beautiful.

Copyright 1994

I hear the knocking at the door.
Has knocked and knocked three times before.
I fear that death has come once more
To take my soul away.
I will not answer I'll ignore the rapping.
I will pretend there is no tapping.
I cannot hear the persistent flapping
Of the wings of the angel of death.
Go away and let me be.
Surely you have not come for me.
Will I ever ever be set free
From the knocking at the door?

Copyright 1998

Lies
Your voice so smooth
so convincing.
You speak.
out pour Jewels.
But all they are are colored rocks
pretty paint over dirty gritty ugly rocks.
Making the eyes smile, but paint fades.....
and all that is left is......
lies

Copyright 1994

Copyright 1994

Plastic Face,
Synthetic Cover
Masking veil
hides her face.
You'll never know
who is there,
solve the puzzle,
Win the ace.
Find whats real,
see the risk,
Good luck dear friend,
Hold to the race.
Fight to endure,
Hold tight be strong,
Her bite is fierce,
and the day is long.

Copyright 1994

My final fate awaits for me,
In the depths of the beckoning sea.
The mist now whispers my name,
And the waves do mumble the same.
In the wind the words do stir.
Death becomes her!
I stand at the edge and submit.
Willing only now to admit,
Here lies what life holds for me,
In the depths of the beckoning sea.
Death Becomes Her!
Life's Trickery has taken its toll.
Chilly waters now baptize my soul.
Surrendering now to my fate,
Right now before it's too late.
Death becomes her!

copyright 1998

Friends of three went to the sea
one bright sunny morn,
to spend the day and get away
and forget about love forlorn.
One soaked in the beauty of the sun
and drank in the oceans health.
Found some strength deep inside
and discovered her inner self.
The second walked the shore alone
when she felt a gentle stare.
She did not leave alone that day
because she met another there.
The third walked out into the waves
when she felt the tide was right.
They did not find her body there
although they searched all night.
Each of these went to the sea
that bright and sunny morn.
They spent their day and got away
and forgot about love forlorn

Copyright 1997

My troubled spirit overtakes me.
Grey skies invade my morn.
Damp wind whispers but I do not hear,
As I face the coming storm.
As the birds flee to their shelter
My thoughts do now take flight.
Nothing remains but my being
As I quietly welcome my plight.
Thunder and Rain is upon me
Thoroughly drenching my soul.
I silently scream out my submission
And surrender to its control.
Swept on storms of emotion
There is no rescue for me
As I drown in the rains of depression
And perish in the swallowing sea.

Copyright 1997

copyright 1997

In the quiet of my mind
screams a resounding buzz
and lately I find
no reason or 'cause.
Hope has a place
deep in my heart
but I've quit the race
no more to start.
So hear me well
Don't ever forget
on goes the bell
no more races to quit.

copyright 1994

copyright 1998