HEY, everyone, as I'm sure you've seen, this is SPARKLING SUNLIGHT. I am going to post pretty much everything artistic I do on here. If you like this world, then please also check out my others! :FADED SHADED STARS< STAPLED TO THE HEART, ect.
~thanks for stopping in~Sparkles~
Title: Open Heart
There's shadows dancing off my walls.
There's voices in my head screaming to me.
Am I crazy?
All the day through trying to get to you.
Trying to find my place,
Breathing in and out,
Trying to find my own space.
But it tears and it breaks and it's hard to understand exactly what I need.
When memories haunt the stairs you fall at every step.
When daylight falls on sleepy eyes,
And darkness calls you home to him,
You know love's not an easy thing.
You give and you get,
You bend and you break,
Until it's more than you can take.
Drifting in the shadows that dance upon my walls.
Talking to the voices answering their calls.
Am I the only one that's begining to come undone.
A fight to stay alive,
The will to survive.
A mystery underneath my skin crawls the truth.
Sometimes you can't get clean.
Sometimes you can't take anything back.
Sometimes you twist and turn, falling off the curb.
Am I the only one begining to come undone!
Tell me, show me exactly what you mean.
When you say, it's okay and I'm lying on the floor,
Breaking into pieces at you feet.
WHat do you mean, it's not enough?
Can't you see, I'm not gonna beg you to stay.
And if you decide to walk away, I wouldn't trade a day.
Wouldn't take back the words I love you from my lips.
Would not twist and turn, would not crash and burn.
Would not try to remind you of all we used to do.
All the times, I wouldn't be anything but me,
If that's not good enough, tell me why I should be satisfied.
Take your things, pack your bags,
I'm not gonna get on my knees.
In this world, so much more lies beyond every door that you open.
Will you open your heart?
I know I'm not the only one, who sees this way,
You tries to say what I mean.
You never knew, exactly what I went through.
THat's alright, okay now, It didm't matter anyhow.
I'll be fine, and so will you,
Back to living without you.
Though it hurts, triumphs always do.
And in the end, if you change your course, I'll be sitting here with open arms,
Waiting on an open heart.
THanks for reading, I just randomly wrote this, so I hope it was good!
Anyway, please comment! I miss hearing from you guys!! I NEED CONSTRUCTIVE CRITIZISM!!!! (and encouragement!)
title: It Still Stings
The photographs,
The empty laughs,
The shadows dancing on the wall.
A mystery book,
Just take a look,
At all that used to be.
I watch the caller I.D.,
Praying that it rings for anyone but me.
I listen to the radio,
Trying to let the memories go.
I pick my feet up off the floor,
I walk and stumble out the door.
I dream of shelter and of home.
I dream of waking to the call.
I dream of nothing at all.
The days are long, a lump in my throat.
The last letter that she wrote.
Hung upon a wall of gray is the last view of her today.
Here and gone, then back again.
Lost a friend, and lost my mind.
The grandfather clock wakes me up.
The morning air is drifting there.
Sitting in the waiting room,
Staring at my torn up shoes.
The whispers of sheer concern.
The talk of death flows around the room.
In this place where we only say good-bye.
Where heads are bowed, and bad news comes,
Where no one cares to laugh or smile,
Sitting and waiting all the while,
Rationing my shallow breaths.
Praying for the best.
Walking in that empty room,
Stinging eyes and hearts that break.
Gone and back again is the life that father time will take.
Pictures, old photographs,
The silly smiles, the stupid laughs.
I sit alone,
Stare at the phone.
The nights are long and still as day.
The memoris float like riain cloads,
Releasing the tears.
The earth is silent in this place.
The closure is face to face with fear.
Now I watch you disapear.
Sit upon the ties you left behind,
With loved ones to carry on.
The photographs,
The empty laughs,
The shadows dancing on the wall.
A mystery book,
Just take a look,
At all that used to be.
Taking away the remanders of belongings left behind,
The forlorn stinging in my eyes.
The lump that is forming in my throught.
Her last photograph,
Her last smile,
Her last laugh.
The last letter that she wrote.
Neat and tidy, gone away.
You are gone, and yet it still stings today.
Thanks for reading, I got to thinking of my grandmother when I was cleaning my room and found a few of the things she gave me, I got all teared up. Then I thought of this, hope you enjoyed.
Sparkles-To have a friend one must first be one.
Title: War in Iraq
So this is where we are,
This is where we stand,
Looking at a desert,
Standing in a no man's land.
All is said and done, and nothing has gone right for those who did their work and slipped into the night.
None share the credit for what the others did.
But they are happy to claim it as their own.
So this is where we stand,
So this is where we fall.
Looking for the answers and none to here the call.
For those who did the right, the wrong is all that's left.
For those who's opened eyes got closed, and fell on solid earth, that was the only way to prove their worth.
So this is what went wrong.
And nothing has gone right.
So this is why we left, gone in just a night.
The fog that carried morning into our misted eyes, was the only one to visit us with an embrace of sheer suprise.
As the thoughts float on clouds of pages blackened with this smoke,
As the world falls into the ashen sky that is now envoked by madness,
With nothing but fear to swallow sadness.
Words echo into the old tune of this land, and peace is an unspoken wish,
But it shall never be.
In this land the roads aren't paved,
In this land, a roadside is a grave.
In this land of war there is no peace.
In the air the fires burn, the houses fall and all is for not.
In this land, with hate and war, no light may break the clouds.
On these pages, in this land, a war is waged on haggared sand.
In this place of faith and love, bombs rain like showers from up above.
In this land, on this soil, lives are claimed with no moral.
On this earth, in this land, children cry for peace once more.
A soldier is a hope for new found freedom, but who is left to enjoy this,
If ashes fall like powderd rain,
And people fall and sob as lives are claimed.
The delecate hearts of people break, but this war is theirs, not ours to take.
Their burden we have carried too long, not esting our shoulders, fearing we were wrong.
And our people back home are breaking their backs, with all that is needed from those who aren't there.
So tell me my friend as you look into the eyes of the tired, hungry, and irevokably poor,
This problem is big, but ours it is no more.
This is just my opinion on the war in Iraq. Yes it is a noble war, helping those in need, but our people should come first, because they are just that, our people. I understand and respect those who serve and do not wish to imoralize that, but there is no hope for them to become stable over there without our suffering hear. We need a better plan. We need to stop the fighting for a little while, or at least hurry up and finish what we started.
Thanks for reading, comments are deeply appretiated.
-Sparkles
Title: I am
I am the river, silent and swishing in the vast deserts, a releif to all.
I am the sea, vast and endless as I stretch to the horizon, accenting the sunset.
I am the rocks, solid and strong that stand on fertile soils.
I am the flowers, gentle and fragile that sway in the vally below.
I am the wind, graceful and elegent that wisks the world to wonder.
I am the sun, fierce and stunning as I illuminate the light blue sky.
I am the moon,mysterious and spiritual as I stand boldly in the darkness of the night.
I am the earth, endless and different floating in the spacious star-lit space.
I am the rainbow, colorful and new, freshness that comes from the clouds.
I am the rain, silver and happy, as I dance across the ground in a facade of wonderious new life.
I bring joy to all.
I am, and forever will be.
Thanks for reading,
Spraklingwave
Title:Restless Lesson
Stick with what you have and hold it tight or what you'll never have and what you let go, will keep you up at night.
You sit alone, buried in deep, your thoughts like nats that won't leave you alone.
Your silence unwanted, your story unknown.
The past paces the present.
The future fills up your chest.
As the worries float in, peace falls out.
Restless, you toss and turn,
Your bed like nails that dig into the flesh.
Your world is spinning with words echoed in and out.
Holding on to the night, but wishing for the day.
Sleepy eyes that will not close,
Restless as a dying rose.
Crimson colored in the cold.
Breathing that will not slow,
And a worried heart that beats too fast.
Dreams of nightmares in the dust,
Fragments of a tourmented mind.
All things disapear as darkness in closes the wondering eyes of the restless that lay in agony, awakened.
You can't figure out what is wrong,
So close your eyes and hum a song,
To soothe the strained muscles, and calm the tightened nerves.
Drift in shadows of cool shade, dance under an everglade.
As whispers drift away into now quieted ears.
The pounding of your head is slowed.
The pain is lost in sanctity.
Restlessly, the moon does dim,
The sun has risen up high.
You awaken only with a minutes rest, a tightening chill in your chest.
Your eyes are blood shot and your throat is coarse like sand paper.
Your mind is working over time, bit by bit it slows.
Your eyelids are only half open, but that's just how this story goes.
A lesson learned is one not to throw away,
And wether it is night or day,
What you do and what you say is where, at night, you will have to lay.
A lesson some people ever really learn, but I know I did a long time ago! I didn't sleep well last night becase of a massive migrain and now, I am sooooooo sleepy, but things have to get done, and my mom won't let me sleep so I will just have to do my chores tired.... I hope I can stay awake for NEW YEARS!
Thanks for reading, -Sparklingwave
