~ Resting on my arm~ for my nephew
As we drive down this road we are on, I think to myself how much he has grown.
Our travel is weary and rough, his eyes get tired and he has had enough.
When his head is resting on my arm, he is in dreams away from harm.
Away from the worlds injustice and crime.
He is at ease for a moment in time.
The world is a very cruel place, but then I look at his angelic face.
I realize life has it's charms, when his head is resting on my arm.
The road still spins and turns, but it all enhances the things we learn.
He is only a child and has yet to see, how precious yet sufferable life can be.
I wish he could stay this way forever, and open his eyes to hatred never.
Although I worry, I dont want him alarmed.
No not when his head is resting on my arm.
©Erica C.
~Red Balloon~ for PaPa
I wrote you a letter today...
on a red balloon.
With a black sharpie marker..
as I sat in my room.
I circled the words across..
trying not to let it pop.
Even though I was worried that it would burst..
the words would not stop.
I wrote of all the things..
that have been great and gone wrong.
I jotted down three chords..
of one of my new songs.
I told you about Wendy..
and the trouble with her mind.
And how I put roses on your grave..
when I find the time.
I put down all the times..
that I remember you.
Like watching a baseball game..
or eating your favorite soup.
I let you know that I wrote a poem..
about your favorite guitar.
I know that you hoped one day..
that it would make you a star.
There were so many things .to say..
but my space was small.
So I signed it with love..
and made my way up the hall.
I went out side ..
as I held the string.
I thought of the letter..
and how much joy to you it would bring.
This was the only way..
I did not know what to do.
I so badly needed ..
just to talk to you.
I let go of the string ..
and watched it fly.
And soon enough..
it was soaring high.
Papa I hope..
it reaches Heaven soon.
The letter I wrote ..
on a red balloon.
©Erica C.✍
This is the fist song I have written since my Momma passed away.
Ashes in my Eyes
by: Erica Cornelius
2 am another sleepless night
I no longer want to try to fight
This smile has them believing
Truth is I am barely breathing
I blink once, I think I see your face
An outline of an Angel in this place
I sit and cry as I remember
That terrible day in September
I wanna believe your here
Cause I can feel you near.
When will it end, when will it end, it won't be long
It's all crystal clear
My face, is your face in the mirror
When will it end, when will it end, it won't be long
They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust and goodbyes
But my pain lingers on...
With all of these ashes in my eyes.
Happiness on the outside
Torn with grief from the inside
Wanting so much just to talk to you
But looking crazy when I try to
No one get's the way I am feeling
Can't stop my head from reeling
So many days I spent here beside you
Words left unsaid I wish that you knew
I wanna believe your here
Cause I can feel you near.
When will it end, when will it end, it won't be long
It's all crystal clear
My face, is your face in the mirror
When will it end, when will it end, it won't be long
They say ashes to ashes
dust to dust and goodbyes
But my pain lingers on...
With all of these ashes in my eyes.
© Erica C.
The hopes and fears of endless years,
buried underneath the painful stings:
The stings and burns of unsaid things.
The infinite number of dreams and wishes,
all cast at a target that each one misses,
Away from the joy of little things:
embedded in mounds of unsaid things.
A spark and an idea grows,
but it is shunned away for no'one to know,
The spark from which imagination swings:
trapped forever in unsaid things.
A dark , well kept and priceless secret,
Hidden away by those who keep it,
Away from the pain exposure brings:
protected by layers of unsaid things.
Dreams and wishes, hopes and fears,
covered with dust of endless years,
Well protected safe and warm,
away from pain and any harm,
Away from happiness which all things bring:
protected forever by unsaid things.
©Erica 2000
