Chaos of the Soul (Thursday November 25 2010)

                                 Her[]  heart  is              bound[]  in  heavy
                           chains,  \ Kept guarded  \under/   lock and  /key;
                        Her eyes   []drag you deep []  within their  [] depths,

                       Harboring       \     secrets  /  and    \ bitter /memories.

                        With  a  heavy [] heart [] and haunted []   eyes,   It

                             appears  /as   \       /   thought     her    \spirit  has 
                                 died; []You  []can  see  with   every  []tear 

                                          / she    /  sheds, How much  her  |

                                                    []  broken soul has            [_]

                                                                   bled.

   

By the way, those are chains wrapping around the heart, with a lock      -     -     -     ^ ^ ^

Summer

she lies in a weedy green meadow, twirling a blade of grass 
between her fingers. a soft, warm wind passes through, 

causing little green clovers to bend, and the fluffy 

white weeds to sway. knocking the 
morning dew off their 
leaves and 
stems,

picking 
a dandelion, she 
closes her eyes, makes
a wish... and blows 
the seeds 
away.

she drops the stem and lays down, sinking in 
the cool grassy bed,watching the clouds 

go by. she sees swirls and rabbits, 

drifting in the ocean like sky.

she tears her eyes away,

resting her imagination,

and looks back to the 
clover field. she spots 

a  four  leaf  clover,

rising above the rest.

she reaches out to the plant,

lifts it by the roots, and leaves the clover field behind. 
holding the little plant in her cupped hands,walks home under a velvet sky...