Twilight (Published work written PRIOR to Stephenie Meyer)

 Twilight

Twilight’s reign grows week,
as moonbeams take the throne.
Those of eternal sleep,
will wake for the Sun is gone.
The wind whispers in the trees,
while the spiders run in the grass.
The one being I seek,
will return at last.
The light from his eye’s will guide my way.
The touch of his kiss will smother my pain.
The embrace of his arms will put me in Heaven,
and the song in his voice will linger forever.
The moonbeams glow in the night,
as the wind sings the trees a lullaby.
My love and I will take flight,
and leave the world a kiss goodbye.

Bonnie Jean Higgins
(© 1995)

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Not For Death….

Not For Death

When it’s dark inside my world
I take a blade or a little pill
I calm the screaming thoughts in my mind
With a little blood and some sleeping time
Not for a death wish do I bleed
Only to feel something, to feel relief
Not for death do I drown into sleep
Only quiet my mind, not to dream
You see my scars, not pretty I know
I wish they did not cause you to look at me so
I am not begging for death or crying out for help
I am only finding ways to cope with myself
Please understand and do not five me grief
when you see the red lines that sometimes mark me
This comes and it goes like the sun and the rain
It does not hurt and there is no one to blame
So love me in spite of my little quirks
And I promise to be with you until the end of the Earth
Support me, don’t judge me and I will be forever yours
And I promise to never purposefully leave you alone in this world.

©08.07.05
Bonnie Jean Higgins/All Rights Reserved

 

Silence… would be better

Finally found the nerve
To listen to J.H.
Words bring pain
Drag up pictures
We forget
Then a phrase
A melody
Opens a box
And we feel again
Silence would be better then this
I am not yet ready
To listen to J.H.

03-07-2013
that poem came this very second as i was posting a video.. funny how it happens… even when you have teardrop eyes

Mind Shards

:: Mind Shards::

Pick through the pieces of my broken heart

Try to find one that carries no stains

There is blood on your hands

Brands on your skin

Wash them but they won’t fade away

Pick through the debris of my storm tossed soul

Look for a glimmer of light

Darkness you see

Darkness you smell

Notice the lack of any life

Pick through the shards of my shattered mind

I hope you are taking this all in

My slivers of history

My double edged memories

This is why I never let anyone in.

by Bonnie Jean Higgins 08-31-05

Quote

“We all go a little mad sometimes”