Why I Don't Need A RingWe have become so preoccupied with living together, with our thoughts, our moment-to-moment feelings, that I've become swept away by the surface level of mental chaos. If I pretend I'm being rushed off my feet by racing water, and then I stop allowing it to push me and instead stand up and let it race around my legs, then I feel like I'm back in the quiet stillness I've missed so much, the quiet stillness of you, of us, of myself. In this place there are no words, you don't compliment me, I don't pour words about love and fascination from my mouth, everything is still and silent. We don't need to say anything. I'm lying in your arms, you're holding me, and we look into each-other, souls that need no confirmation, and we lie together in that stillness, needing nothing from each-other, because we already have, and share, everything we could have ever hoped for, that love.Why I Don't Need A Ring by ZahrahLeona
OrphanThe human raceOrphan by ZahrahLeona
searching for her origins.
Someone, somewhere, is always,
always looking for the creator,
or a creative answer,
where did we come from, and why?
I think human beings
are an orphaned race.
OceanHe saw a woman hiding inside her,Ocean by ZahrahLeona
she never knew she was trapped.
He spent his tears beside her,
lifting her weakness with love.
Every time she broke down,
he came to her, and lifted her chin up.
He found her, loved her,
couldn't get enough of her.
She didn't have much to give,
so he gave for her.
When she said she was too fucked up,
he told her it's just another thing they have in common.
She didn't put out,
so he didn't push.
When she lost her head and said they had to drift,
he said to hell with sex,
to hell with marriage.
If you're scared of it,
I want you regardless.
If this is it,
I can bear it.
Just stay with me and whatever happens,
I'll be there through it.
He watched for her, so she felt safe.
He stood up for her, so she felt wanted.
Even when he knew she didn't understand,
he gave her the best advice,
and held her hand.
He swam in her thoughts,
and she learned to stand.
He knew her inside and out,
the screams she buried,
the fears she outran.
When they finally
I Will Find PeaceTwice upon my chest I felt the burn of battered breath,
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
You (A love Poem)You,
One more Breath, (You're The Reason That I Fight)One more breath, just one more week to clean up the debris. With your callused hands, you reach towards the sky, pulling it closer to your chest. Heaven lay's at the end of your finger-tips but your feet are blistered from memories. I can hear you, I can hear you screaming at the top of your lungs, and your eyes are full of fire and in the darkness you're yearning for the light. No one else can imagine but my hand's in yours, no one else can fathom but I'm fighting in your wars. Some say it's like fire and water but baby I can't put you out, I'm a flame just like you and together we'll rise together and burn these obstacles right to the ground.