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My Poems
All poems listed above are written by and are the sole property of Melissa Blakely Molnar.
Alex's Poems
All poems listed above are written by and are the sole property of Alex Wescott.
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I'll come to thee in cat time.
I'll come to make thee mine.
But 'tis only time that will tell,
If thou art truly under my spell.
when you think about love
do you think about me?
do you think of how great my love would be?
is it me you're dreaming of?
I want to be your only love
tell me, is there another?
I'm not your sister or your mother
so please don't treat me that way
if you dont love me I'll be okay
(yeah, right)
it's you I dream of everynight
twilight, the velvet blue
I look in the sky and think of you
day's end, the gloaming hour
I look in your eyes and feel the power
of love, so divine
please tell me that you'll be mine
This poem is dedicated to my mother, an incest survivor.
I sing a song of tolling bells,
of children crying in their private hells.
How can such vile crimes be committed by the ones we should love?
Like tar poured on a pure white dove,
it is much too obvious to ignore,
yet people keep on shutting the door.
Believe me, it will not go away,
it will just come back to haunt you another day.
And here we are, together.
You thought you were right,
I knew you were wrong,
but, really, does it matter?
I felt heat of your breath,
the softness of your caress,
and, oh, how I loved you!
But you weren't right, and it was wrong,
all through the night, dusk to dawn,
but, really, does it matter?
I felt the weight of our child,
the ache of my poor back,
and, oh, how I hated you!
Now she is here,
and you are gone,
but, really, does it matter?
I am living in a world
I didn't create.
I was born here, and now
I must live with my fate.
My future was decided by the choices you made.
My future was once bright, but now it has begun to fade.
You are living in a world
You didn't create
You were born here, and now
You must live with your fate.
Your future was decided by society's deed.
Now you are left with a world that is in need.
We are living in a world
We didn't create
We were born here, and now
We must live with our fate.
Our generation, its future unknown.
We must strive to make the world our own.
Gather yourself
beside the still waters.
Listen and remember
all that you hear.
Here are the answers
that you seek.
Your past, present, and future
are spread out before you.
Gaze into your destiny
and gaze into yourself.
The wind blows
it calls my name.
The trees rustle
glad I came.
Silently I walk
into Gaia's embrace.
My heart guides me
to a special place.
Blue and green
brown and gold.
All around me
the colors unfold.
Here it is peaceful
deep within Gaia's embrace.
All the creatures here
reflect her loving grace.
The wind crys
and the trees weep.
The ground offers
a place to sleep.
Never again will
I be the same.
Now that Gaia
whispers my name.
Two hearts beating together
intertwining into one.
Two souls yearning to be free
aching for the bonds of love.
Two minds alike in thought
dreaming of each other.
Two faces smiling in the dark
glowing with light.
Two bodies alone
hungering to be touched,
needing to be joined.
Hearts melt as one
moving in unison.
Souls bond together
freed from all confines.
Minds lost in thought
coursing with pleasure.
Faces hot and flushed
breathing hard and fast.
Bodies slicked with sweat
searching for release,
intertwined in my mind.
If I were a tree
I would be a weeping willow
Under my branches lovers would sit
Confessing their undying love
Carving their initials into my trunk
In the hopes that years from now
They could come and visit
Remembering their lost youth
Under my canopy a young woman
Would sit and cry
Lamenting her lost love and
Gazeing longingly at the initials
Carved with care
When the wind blows
I would rustle comfotingly
Telling her all I have seen and heard
Reassuring her that everything
Has its season and
Even I am stripped of all
I have once a year
My lover the wind
caresses my face
with a long fingered hand
and sweeps back my hair
as I face him
His cool breath
brings roses to my cheeks
and sends a chill
down my spine
I see sorrows in the mirror
I see troubles in the glass
I hear crying when I'm thinking
But now I'm free at last
Good lord do you hear me
Send an angel down
Do it while I'm happy
Don't wait til I frown
I would do anything to be in your arms again
I would reach into the night sky
take the moon
wrap it in a bow and
present it to you
if only you would love me
Tell me, is it hopeless to wish for the moon?
This poem is dedicated to my childhood bestfriend, Sara.
You are my friend, the chosen one
in times of boredom and in times of fun
We talk about life and love
anything we can think of
We know that we won't judge each other
or criticize like a mother
During laughter and tears
we share hopes and fears
I hope we'll always be
friends forever, you and me
I long to run my hands,
Through those copper strands of silk.
I long to kiss those soft,
Crimson petals of rose.
I long to stare into those beautiful pools
of turquoise morning dew.
I long to hold,
I long to love,
I long to live.
My soul is a winter wasteland,
Cold, dark, lifeless . . .
Longing to see the light of Spring,
Longing to feel the warmth of Summer,
You are my Summer and my Spring,
I long to see your beauty,
I long to feel your warmth,
I long to live,
And to live I need love.
My heart is a rose,
Dying and alone,
Longing for the water that is your love,
Lift my spirits,
Quench my thirst,
Give me life!
Give me your love!
So that I may live again.
I long . . .
I hope the Autumn leaves,
Will never fall,
I hope the Winter's snow,
Will never touch the ground,
I long for love,
I long for life,
I long for you.
My soul is torn in two, Demons of Insanity, My soul hangs from its shell,
Good and evil,
Love and hate.
I live in the desert of my mind,
My soul,
Filled with sand,
Longs for rain,
To wash the sand away.
March across this barren waste,
Tearing at my flesh,
Feeding upon my soul,
My mind . . .
Until all that is left is . . .
Evil,
Hate,
Insanity.
Like a hangman on his noose,
Its shell fading,
His skin burning,
He is dead but he still screams.
Screams,
That cannot be heard.
Screams,
That if heard,
Are ignored.
I stand alone . . .
You push me down
Laugh,
And walk away,
Yet I do nothing.
You speak words of hate,
Scream words of anger,
Yet I do nothing.
You beat me down,
You make me bleed,
You bring me pain,
and I stand,
I shall not fight thee.
You torture my soul,
You pierce my heart,
Yet I do nothing.
Do not you learn?
Can not you see?
I bring you pain,
I bring you misery,
I bring you death,
Thou art forgiven.
I stand alone, This is a cold, dark place, With you in my arms,
Surrounded by darkness,
The darkness we call loneliness.
You are the sun,
That vanquishes this darkness,
Help me to find my way,
Guide me,
Be my light,
For without you,
I am lost,
and left to stand alone,
In the darkness,
That all men,
and women alike,
Despise.
This Loneliness,
You are the sun,
Who's warmth vanquishes the cold.
Hold me,
Your love is enough,
Your love is all I need.
The darkness,
The cold,
Are but distant memory,
Like a dying star,
The memory fades,
It fades to nothing.
All love,
All good,
All compassion,
Drains from my heart,
Drains from my soul.
Until all that is left is . . .
Hate,
Evil,
Anger.
The demons of my mind,
My soul,
Feed upon the good in me,
The love in me,
The compassion in me.
I swim in a sea of sin,
Filled with a hateful joy.
What have I become?
Why do I feel such hate?
Infinite hate,
Eternal anger,
Forever evil,
I am transformed.