Rêves Déclassés

Par des moments passés,
  Quelques gouttes d'amour,
Pour m'enivrer,
  Que je me reveille un jour.

Par des mots mal placés,
  Quelques verbes choisis,
Pour me laisser savoir
  Qu'entre nous, c'est fini.

Par des rêves massacrés,
  Quelques gestes tordus,
Pour m'enlever tout espoir
  Qu'on ne serait pas perdu.

Par des idées lassées,
  Quelques malheurs abbattus
Pour m'empêcher de vouloir
  Que notre futur survive, têtue.

                    MissAhdynn

If tree birds

If tree birds sang
   The tunes from bleeding hearts,
Wishes would go up in flames,
   Passions would burn a fire
To the likes of a raging sun.

If tree birds spoke
   The tales of dying hopes,
Wonders would burn to ashes,
   Dreams rose from the dead
To the likes of haunting curses.

If tree birds heard
   The truth within the stories,
Will would singe its ways,
   Mind would fester
To the likes of withering corpses.

If tree birds read
   The fate hidden in the leaves,
Whispers would kiln our soul,
   Spirits would sear through the path
To the likes of Hope's tread marks.

                         MissAhdynn

I stepped out for a moment

So I stepped out for a moment,
And as I stood outside, Hoping
For peace and quiet, a resting moment,
The wind picked up, but I stayed out. Hoping
It would be nothing but a breeze, lasting merely a moment.
But the sun disappeared, though clouds emerged, I was still Hoping
The wind would blow them away, that this shaded moment
Would pass to reveal a beautiful day. Hoping
Didn't do me any good because in just a mere moment
The rain went from light drizzle to typhoon status. Hoping
I could get away, run, hide and not get wet for a moment
Was everything wrong with me, and why I was hoping
That stepping out would bring relief to me just for a moment.
Days like this, I wish I was not aware that hoping
Is the weather fools choose to live through. For every moment
They spend, in that state of mind, dreaming, Hoping,
They hide from realities, worries and rejoice for a moment.
Because if they stop, the weight buries any outcomes of Hoping.
So I stepped out for a moment
Wondering wether or not I should stop Hoping...
                            Missahdynn

It rained all day

Frail,faint,subtle
It rained all day today.
Grass,leaf,flower petals
Drifted off it's sturdy branch.
Here on the ground it lays,
Staggering in a small water puddle.
Will it wither as it sinks,
Will it hit the bottom first,
Only to wither just then.
Frail,faint and iddle
It drizzled all day today.
A tiny little flower petal
Went off into the air,
Danced it's way down
To wather on the ground.
Lazily rested on the surface,
Swaying to the rythm of the ripples
As the rain fell unto the small pool.
Frail,faint, Brittle
It rained all day today.