Dreams by Anne Bronte

While on my lonely couch I lie,
I seldom feel myself alone,
For fancy fills my dreaming eye
With scenes and pleasures of its own.
Then I may cherish at my breast
An infant's form beloved and fair,
May smile and soothe it into rest
With all a Mother's fondest care.

How sweet to feel its helpless form
Depending thus on me alone!
And while I hold it safe and warm
What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes
That daylight never showed to me;
What raptures in my bosom rise,
Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myself beloved at last,
To think my heart has found a rest,
My life of solitude is past!

But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
What tongue can speak the dreary void?

A heart whence warm affections flow,
Creator, thou hast given to me,
And am I only thus to know
How sweet the joys of love would be?

Canvas of Ours

Imagine.
Our lives,
Displayed as a canvas;
Waiting to be filled
With our hopes,
Our dreams,
And our beliefs as well,
Colors and meanings all our own
That only you'd understand.
Like a Jackson Pollack,
Appearing unorganized
With unpredictable splashes of paint,
But with its own definite meaning,
Like our existence.

In a Different Light

Alone with my heartbeat

That is now sheltered from this dark atmosphere,

I shiver in thought

Of hidden horrors in reality.

My heart thunders

In fear of this darkness.

Lies spoken as truths;

Smiles hiding jealousy;

Enemies disguised as friends.

Alone with my heartbeat,

Trapped by the solitude,

I tremble in sadness

From watching negativity

Outwit artificial reality.

Haiku(s)

women
after challenges,
a woman gained rights.
past women, thank you.

stress
school work commotion-
study this...complete homework;
hello tylenol.


paranoid
somebody's watching...
tell me is it just a dream.
whose watching me now?

apparition
don't let them see you.
something is out there waiting,
in this midnight sky.

earth
green is everywhere
look into the future now.
will it still be green?

Desolate Man

The cold wind seeps into his drained body.
Bones of his ache from resting on the snow-filled ground.
Shoes of his,
No unwearable,
For he has kept them long enough that they started to break.
And so is left to walk bared.
The forlorn man travels
Seeking work,
Accepting food and money as payment.
He travels with nothing, but a clothed bindle;
Carrying a teared down photograph of a small blue-eyed girl.
As night falls,
The lonesome wanderer seeks a resting area to snooze.
Occupying a decrepit bench,
He weeps,
Whimpering quietly
Desiring of nothing more
But someone to heal his emotional wounds and take him back
To the life he once had.

Haiku(s)

"Medusa"
Crude, snake-haired monster
Turns petrified men to stone;
Beware, you'll be next.

"Temptation"
Budget cut abound;
Tighten our belts we all must...
Can't resist shopping.

"Morning Tea"
Cup of steeping tea,
Smells waft as memories bound,
Finishing for more.

"Caesar's Apparition"
Arising from grave
From the death you've given me;
I bid you warning.