A collection of poems by Heather Williams (past Heather)
ages 14-17
Tending of a Corpses Rose Garden
11/11/01
You're my favorite obsession
Never left with any question
After enacted contemplation
You rise to meet satisfaction
You fill my world
With black rose visions
As I descend
From reality's grasp
The dusk of dawn
Is now upon us
Insomnia's left
With the white rose lies
You're my favorite obsession
Never left with any question
After enacted contemplation
You rise to meet satisfaction
The thorns of lust
Puncture through softly
Subjugating
To seductive eyes
I hear the voice
Of eminent fey
The future holds
The deepest red rose
You're my favorite obsession
Never left with any question
After enacted contemplation
You rise to meet satisfaction
Look Up
6/16/2002
Before me...right above...
Faces...how I love...
Expressions that define their afflictions,
Eyes that reflect back their tribulation.
Trapped in my candle lit sky of purgatory.
All screaming, screaming their unyeilding
Pain and unfathomable torment,
in the language of silence.
Unto me they spoke on my restless night.
Have they spoken to you?
Inside
7/4/2002
Can you see
What dwells deep
Inside me?
Wish to keep
And be
All that's inside me?
Does the unknown
Frighten,
Tamper with ability to condone?
Enlighten
my throne,
Or may such light never be shone.
Find your way,
Watch darkness rise,
And you may lay
Within my tainted skies.
I will portray,
This... and stay.
Shards of Sky
2/25/2003
Night slept
She wept
Boiling ice
Froze fire
Descend upon the calming winds
Sleep Lady, sleep
Secrets echo in the heightened humidity
Weep my Lady Night, weep
May her eyes pierce thy soul
Leaving adrift
A Deafening Call of Silence
3/3/2003
Feel forever, forever first
Secure, content, assured
Doubtless, perfect, beautiful
Feel forever, forever drop
Cold blinding light
Weeping willow solitude
Feel forever that horrid sound
That deafening call of silence.
The Dying Red Rose
4/5/2003
Standing tall, beautifully strong;
The vibrant long stemmed beauty.
Delicate petals of rich blood red;
Sharp, flesh piercing thorns.
Warm was the Sun...
Soft were the droplets that fell...
Charming was the breeze as it sang
Sweet was the life being lived.
The taste has gone bitter;
Winds scream repelling verbosity,
Moisture dissipates into the realm of non-existence,
Relentless, flesh ravaging rays.
Soon clouds collect overhead;
Sky's sweet nectar quenches parched petals,
Zephyrs lift the drooping leaves,
Vivacity is gradually restored.
Ebony Melodiousness
4/16/2003
Ebony sweetness consumes, warms, animates... for all the bitter pleasures of
you dear. The quixotic harmonies flow through my veins, reposed, yet dynamic, in a pleasantly drunken type stance. Floating so steadily that the inevitable crash emerges so suddenly... Leaving one so lost and spent, simply aching for a refill.
Alternate Realities
1/31/2003
Golden beams of bright light,
Kill reality's sight.
Dim rays of pale light, white;
Revive the child's delight...
And fright!
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