A gust, a breath

Life's abandoning draft

Hollow corridors

Stony

Drained

Freezing

Hearts pumping, pause

Dwell in fear

Desolate souls afraid

Frigid

Deadened

Silent

A whispering wind

Warns of decease

Void eyes cavernous ears

Discern

Perceive

So heed

ONE©

By Mical Edstrom

I am one of the girls
Who needs to be strong
Even as he hits me
And says its my fault


I am one of the marred
Who will never be beautiful
I hate myself each second
And as I’m leaning over the bowl


I am one of the fake
A dancing facade of happiness
Longing to be pieced back together
To no longer subsist in hopelessness

I am one of the broken
Drowning in my fear
Consumed by the oppressive monster
Whispering in my ear

I am one of the wretched
Lonely and misunderstood
Crying out to the echoing ocean
Desolation’s flood


I am one of the loathsome
Wanting of grace
Awkward and impossible
Merely an ugly face

I am one of the swindled
My obsession is their lies
I’ve devoured their propaganda
The demise if my life


I am one of the desperate
Lost and unconvinced
Their spiteful insults loop in my head
I shall die in this hideous skin



I am one of the naïve
My eyes follow you walking away
You relish the stunning, the faultless
I’ll never attain the love I crave



I am one of the defective
Never shall I know your approval
So I waste away into petals of sorrow
My love forgone, I’ve lost all hope



I am one of the feeble
I’ve whimpered and cowered
I’ve silently begged for your love
But my prayers die unuttered



I am one of the shattered
Never to be redeemed
I’m lost in the feral illusion
Just one of the innumerable host unseen

Truth in Love and Song©

By Mical Edstrom

For there is no lie
In the music
May the omnipotent song
Be my life, be my magic
When I am alone and searching
May wailing cellos be my refrain
As I watch and I long for you
May the thunderous ivories
Be my escape
May the nefarious tango
Be the cadence of my heart
Through the ecstasy and pain
As I run and I quaver,
Let the resonating strings be mine
Let the majestic harmonies
Be mine as I waver
May I dance to the tune
Of a thousand voices
And may I know the sound of verve
May I my life be a waltz
And a symphony of chaos

Untitled Poem©

I’ll never cry
For the salty ocean is mine
For the heart you’ve broken
Has befallen numb in time

The lead in my mouth
The dry swollen sob
Won’t escape me
So help me God

So my fingers will croon music
Out of that old grand’s keys
I’ll lose myself in the sigh of the song
A moment, so fleetingly free

I shall love the refrain
And on the water I’ll lie
Singing to the wind
An honest, lonesome cry

The petals of the sky
Will betroth me in peace
The ribbons of the rain
Will be my release

Shattered, I rest

My bellowing heart shall respite

And the beads of convalescence

Shall inflame me to heights

By Mical Edstrom

I'm swept away, oh but not lost.

With history, your bluest grace
Falls apart, cascading down
Speak to me of beautiful hate
Of island chains swept with the tide
Tragedy ripening on
The coral leis of a conquering king

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

Beneath the waves of trembling stars
The road winds towards
The windward side
My soul is saved by these city lights
My face is framed by the blanket of night

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

Was I too proud to sat, or to wish for
Words that I knew were forbidden?
Because I don't want to know
I didn't want to see what I saw
When I looked in the distance

They're swept away
Oh, but not lost

--The Lost City Of Refuge, And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

It is the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.

It is the one who won't be taken who cannot seem to give.

And the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.

Bette Midler

If I had magic....

I would create happiness

I would have no need to pretend

If I had magic....

You would be who you were

I could find you again

If I had magic....

I could really be me

I could dance all day long

If I had magic....

I'd be right

You'd never be wrong

If I had magic....

I would zap you away

Whenever you hurt me

If I had magic....

I would dance with myself

And happy I'd be

If I had magic....

I could zap you back

When loneliness got the best of me

If I had magic....

I wouldn't need a musical soundtrack

I would be the music itself

If I had magic....

I would feel beat, find the pulse

In it, I would bury myself

If I had magic....

I would love you

You would love me

If I had magic....

I would tell you you're beautiful

You would know what I see

If I had magic....

We would know only truth

There would be no lies

If I had magic....

We would see with our heart

Not only our eyes

But....

If I had magic....

It would still be life....

I'd still be a fool....

If you had magic....

What would you do?

I usually hate forward emails, and attempt to make people stop sending them to me, but this poem I actually found in an email like that. According to the forward, this poem was written by a child, and cancer patient, who eagerly urges people to slow down and really enjoy life, which she will probably not be able to do due to her horrible disease. And to her/him I give credit for this lovely poem. :)

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever 
watched 
kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to 
the 
rain

Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a 
butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the 
fading 
night?

You better slow down.
Don't 
dance so 
fast.
Time is short.
The music 
won't 
last.

Do you run through each day
On 
the 
fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear 
the 
reply?

When the day is done

Do you lie 
in your 
bed
With the next hundred chores 
Running through 
your head?

You'd better 
slow down
Don't dance so 
fast.
Time is 
short.
The music won't 
last.

Ever told your 
child, 
We'll do it 
tomorr ow?
And in your 
haste,

Not see 
his
sorrow?

Ever lost 
touch,
Let a good 
friendship die 
Cause you 
never had time 
To call 
and say,'Hi'

You'd 
better slow down.
Don't dance 
so fast.

Time 
is short.
The music won't 
last.

When you run 
so fast to get somewhere
You 
miss half the fun of getting 
there.
When you worry and hurry 
through your 
day,

It is like an unopened 
gift......
Thrown 
away.

Life is not a 
race.
Do take it 
slower
Hear the 
music

Before the song is 
over.

sonnet 14

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
'I love her for her smile—her look—her way
Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'—
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,—
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for love's sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Life forever a chase
to escape from the voices
A familiar face
an answer to her choices

This girl has been betrayed
she wished her dad loved her
Her emotions always played
everything she was now a blur

The voices kept screaming
giving her reasons to hate who she was
So alone, wishing she was dreaming
she hates everything she does

Now is the journey to find who she lost
she will not stop whatever the cost

-Mical Edstrom

Who Am I?

If my 'glamorous' lifestyle
Is appealing to you. . .
And you want to try me
Because you've 'nothing to lose'. . .
Then, let me give you
A bit of advice:
You are a fool. . .
And you'd better think twice.


I destroy homes.
I tear families apart.
I take your children.
And that's just the start.
I'm more valued than diamonds.
More precious than gold.
The sorrow I bring
is a sight to behold.


If you need me, remember;
I'm easily found.
I live all around you.
In school and in town.
I live with the rich.
I live with the poor.
I live just down the road.
And maybe next door.

I'm made in a lab, but
Not in one like you think.
I can be made under your kitchen sink.
Or in your child's closet
And even out in the woods.
If this scares you to death
It certainly should.

I have many names
But there's one you'll know best.
I'm sure you've heard of me.
My name's Crystal Meth.
My power is awesome.
Try me you'll see.
But if you do
You may never break free.


Just try me once
And I might let you go.
But if you try me twice
then I own your soul.


When I posses you
You'll steal and lie.
You'll do what you have to
Just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit
For my narcotic charms
Will be worth the pleasure
You'll feel in my arms.


You'll lie to your mother.
You'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears
You must not feel sad.
Just forget your morals
And how you were raised.
I'll be your conscious.
I'll teach you my ways.


I take kids from their parents.
I take parents from kids.
I turn people from God.
I separate friends.
I'll take everything from you;
Even your good looks and your pride.
I'll be with you always.
Right here by your side.


You'll give up everything;
Your family, your home
Your money, your friends.
You'll be all alone.
I'll take and I'll take
'Til you've no more to give.
When I'm finished with you
You'll be lucky to live.


If you try me be warned:
THIS IS NOT A GAME.
If I'm given the chance
I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravage your body.
I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely.
Your soul will be mine.


The nightmares I'll give you
When your lying in bed....
And the voices you'll hear
From inside your head....
The sweats, the shakes
And the visions you'll see....
I want you to know:
These are your gifts from me.


By then it's to late
And you'll know in your heart
That you are now mine
And we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me.
(They always do.)
Remember; you came to me.
Not I, to you.
You knew this would happen.
How many times were you told?
But you challenged my power.
You chose to be bold.
You could have said "No" and
Then walked away.
If you could live that day over
Now, what would you say?


My power is awesome
As I told you before.
I can take your mother
And turn her into a *****.
Go ahead and curse me
With every breath.
Just make your choice:
Will it be life or meth?

You will take unknown paths
On your journey through life.
Some will bring happiness.
Some will bring strife.
But, my path is one
You must not ever cross.
Although it's well trodden
Countless lives have been lost.

Now that you've met me
What will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It's all up to you.
I can show you more misery
Than words can tell
Come, take my hand.
Let me lead you to Hell.

The Queen of Pain

The Queen of Pain,

Her Royal "Highness".

An Evil Dictator,

Who doesn't care less.

If a faithful servant,

Who worships her throne.

Dies like a pauper,

In the cold all alone.

The Queen of Pain,

Makes bowing enticing.

And honoring her,

Seem so inviting.

Each faithful servant,

Is lead by the "arm".

And "stuck" in a Kingdom,

Of make believe charm.

The Queen of pain,

The Almighty Fraud.

A flirtatious wink,

Followed up by a "nod".

A "pointed" smile,

A shortness of breath.

A devious laugh,

As you're laying near death.

The Queen of Pain,

A villain and knave.

A Master of Lies,

Who loves to enslave.

But each faithful servant,

Can put an end to her reign.

By refusing to bow,

"The Queen Of Pain"

© Ronald Doe

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I finished my poem.

I'll post it soon.

words & thoughts

sometimes i find it almost impossible to put what i feel in writing.

i've decided what my poem is about, and i am working on it....

i hope hope hope it will turn out.

it makes me want to cry when i think about it all.

you will see when i post the poem.

I wish I had the talent for writing...

Well, today I started public school for my very first time. It was... different.
Too many people for me. Kind of stressful. It's funny... I love the city, all the people & places...but middle school is a lot to handle for me. Ahh I know what you're thinking, I am such a weeny. So stop thinking it!
I do like most of my teachers though, they all seem pretty cool, but you never know. It is my first day so they could be playing the "nice teacher" card... haha.
A poem is due in L.A. on Friday, and I am kind of excited/nervous/uninspired. I haven't written any poems that have like... rules... So who knows what it will be like. Neither have I been graded on writing like this. Yikes! Oh well..
If it turns into anything worth reading I will post it...

Ciao!