Sleeping Beauty.

I glance out my window
and catch the sun slipping behind the houses.
Another sun set,
another day drawing to a close,
just to be followed by the rise of another.
And with each new day,
a new problem, and new issue.
I close my eyes and let out a sigh,
I can't believe the day is done.
The same routine,
day after day.
It seems so melancholic.
So simple.
So pointless.
It feels as though I trudge through each day,
hoping to stay clear of any bumps or pot holes along the way.
Yet sure enough I end up face first into a hot steamy problem.
Whether it be drama here,or an argument there,
they all just seem to flock to me,
like ducks to a pond.
What point is there to continue this cycle of misfortune any longer?
What point is there to try to help, but cause more good then bad?
What point is there, being around when no one cares?
With the setting of the sun, the rise of a new one comes.
Yet perhaps not for me,
perhaps my sun has set and night shall rest eternally over my kingdom,
and perhaps just as Sleeping Beauty,
I will sleep forever more...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009

Don't Jump

You can't take that final jump.
You can't close your eyes and lean forward,
you just can't.
She needs you.
Look into her eyes and see how much she needs you.
Can't you see it?
She loves you, she looks up to you,
you have to see that.
You are her world,
her anchor, what will she have when you are gone?
How will she know whats right form wrong?
How can she smile when her very world had crashed down around her.
Could you imagine what that must be like?
Your sister,
the one you look up to,
your immortal, your everything, the one who makes you cry but you know she doesn't mean it.
Could you imagine that disappearing in front of you?
The one thing you held so closely, slip away into the sky,
never to be seen again.
Left to lay beneath the ground,
untouchable, unhuggable.
No warmth, no air.
Could you imagine standing beside the casket looking down upon your sister,
her rich skin colour, faded into a pale grey,
her once breath taking eyes, closed for eternity never to open again,
her soft red lips, pink and flaky.
What would that feel like,
to know your best friend and living angel won't come into your room at night and kiss you on the forehead, whisper goodnight and smile.
What would it be like to no longer have sleep overs and giggle about video games and insignificant things?
You can't take the jump,
you just can't,
she needs you more than you realize,
your are her sky, her ground, her sun and her rain.
You light up her face,
you can't do it,
not now, not yet,
just wait please,
she loves you,
and I know you love her.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009

Frozen Pieces

Emotions torn from the very depth of my heart
whipped across the room,
only to hit the wall and shatter into a million
tiny insufficient pieces.
A trail of blood flows from the mess on the floor.
A silent standstill.
Self pitted against self.
Battles of life and death.
A broken heart hurts more than a thousand cuts.
Words of disdain and anger,
tossed around like garbage.
like pieces of paper with useless words strewn across the pages.
Useless words.
You against me
me against me
two people, so close, but indistinguishable strangers.
I hate you.
I detest me.
You, that side of me,
that girl I don't know,
that girl with the same face, but it's stern and frigid.
Why do you stay?
I hate you.
I hate me.
If you are apart of me, that means you must be me.
Then if you are me, I deserve this,
this pain and heart ache?
If you are me, then I belong to this darkness.
If you are me, I hate me.
Self pitted against self.
I am losing, laying atop the cold dirty floor,
next to the pieces of my shattered memories,
tears they flow so freely.
You are me.
You are me and I wish you weren't.
You are me, and because of that I lost it all.
I'm giving in to you, I lost my strength to fight.
Useless words.
You are me, what can I do?
I hate you.
Do I hate me?
It's cold here, and it's where I belong.

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2009