Dead End

Tragic is a life where you cant find happiness. You know it's there but it is just out of your reach. You experience it in fleeting moments that always have to end. The pointless consistency of another day hoping for something you never get to keep is a cruel existence that eats at your soul and chills your heart. If anyone would truly experience life inside my head, they would never again ask if I was ok. They would understand that every breath is a battle and every thought ...has a darkness at its core. If you look past the mask that I wear you will see the sadness in the empty pools that stare back at you. My silence and absence is not because I don't care, it is because the Hell I exist in is too far away for others to see. You cant share what you cant find and there is no sense in looking when there is no one to share it with. It is called a Dead End for a reason. 

 Ronnie H. Lee 6/12/2015

The Vow

The Vow

 

When I asked him about the case, his eyes grew cold and distant; a kind of shield, to protect his heart in an instant.

He stared in a gaze, for it wasn’t just a case; it was made with great care, and lined with silk and lace.

There were trinkets and letters, and scraps of paper laid in; surrounding a gold vase, that stood shining within.

 A memorial of sorts, that brought him to tears; for it’s all that remains, of the love he spent years.

It sat by the window, in the glow of the Sun; surrounded by flower, and pictures of loved ones.

She was more than a women, or a wife you see; she was the air that I breathe, and the best part of me.

She made me feel whole, with a smile on my face; she was my Angel from Heaven, that moved with such Grace.

I am sure there are plenty, that could have flown; so why did he take her, and leave me all alone?

So that case will set there, till the day I die; for I made a vow, and I can’t say Goodbye.

 

Ronnie H. Lee 3/23/2015

The Tomb

Hello everyone. I haven't been able to write at all this year until today. Hopefully the block is gone. So here is my first piece for this year.



The Tomb

My eyes went from full of life to Black Death as my heart drifted out of my life. It’s a kind of torment that goes beyond searing pain and into the realm of torturous mutilation. To feel the love from a one sided perspective as they disavow any feelings for you, draws agony from the ground as it engulfs your body. The icy chill that entombs your soul and silences the screams from within becomes your home as you sit and wonder if Death would be more humane.
Ronnie H. Lee 3/18/2015

Love or Pain

Love or Pain

It is a feeling you hope to experience but it scares you as much as it makes you fly. It lurks in the shadows of you hopes and dreams. It whispers in the silence of your heart and takes your mind on a journey through the cosmos. It starts out as a want and turns into a need as it feels like the only thing that will pull back from the edge of insanity or plummet you head first into abyss of sorrow. The gentle touch that calms the raging storm in your soul as you stare into the eyes of your future and pray you never have to blink and lose sight of her. Love is this feeling that once it has ahold of you, forever alters your meaning of life and living. She is the very essence that breathes life into your body and you need to spend every second for the rest of your life proving that she is the Queen of your eternity. Never forget to show the one you love how much they enrich your existence. Words can be said and gifts can be bought, but it is in your actions that your heart will pour itself out at her feet and carry her through life on a cloud. Cherish the gift you have been given before you understand the true meaning of pain.

Ronnie H. Lee 1/24/2015

Lost Within

Lost within

There is a road some travel, where time is just a concept, only remembered in dreams and fairytales of distant memories. The shadows of hope are long since consumed by the soul shredders and heart hackers as time is at a standstill. Where silence and solitude have become their new lover and the closest thing to a loving touch, is the knife that penetrates between the shoulders and kisses their heart. The tears that fall are more than just echoes of pain but of suffering yet to be experienced. Muddy, mangled, and malicious is this rotting, rough road of despair that engulfs any light you search for. Many would think they have found Hell but realize the cold chill that aches to their bones is vacant of the warmth that at least Hell would offer. Good cannot scale the walls that have been built and Evil is not needed, for the punishment that is dealt by one’s own mind is more sadistic than the father of fire could inflict himself. Their bodies may still be alive but inside they are corpses of ash waiting to collapse into the next gust that will carry them away. So when you see a person that struggles to wear a smile for you, while their eyes are screaming pools of pain, know that the actions you take next could be their final vision of betrayal or their first experience of hope.

Ronnie H. Lee 1/10/2015

Thoughts of the One

Thoughts of the One

You’re a beauty so true, an Angel in flight; you calm all my Demons, as you brighten my night.

A gift from the heavens, as you walk on this Earth; you give my life hope, that was lost at my birth.

You have no idea, how much you effect; how peaceful it is, that you’re imperfectly perfect.

With a twitch in your step, and the sway of your hips; the thought of you name, is at the tip of my lips.

A beauty so deep, that it can be felt; even in darkness, it makes my heart melt.

The spark in your eyes, that touches my soul; is the safest I’ve felt, in the depth of this hole.

An Angel with scars, as she’s cut off her wings; to walk on this earth, and help me through things.

She cuts my breath short, at the sight of her face; I’m held in a trance, and stuck in my place.

The butterflies flutter, to be in her presence; they glow in her beauty, and soak up her essence.

It doesn’t just rain, because she’s not outside; it’s the absence of her, is why Mother Nature cried. 

Cleaning the Earth, of dirt and debris; so when she graces our presence, she is easy to see.

A glimpse of this Angel, will brighten your day; you forget all your worries, and hold your demons at bay.

You stand in a sea, surrounded by hordes; but she’s all that stands out, and all you look towards.

You try to move on, from a beauty that beams; for a Goddess like her, is just part of your dreams.

She glides like the wind, as she caresses your heart; a beauty for the ages, like a fine work of art.

I try to focus, on something other than her; but all things around her, just turn to a blur.

What can you do, when your thoughts are just stuck; when you’re scared that your heart, has been silently struck?

Not many has touched, a soul that is so broke; that hides in the darkness, covered in a cloak.

But with her loving touch, that feels like the sun; she stirs my desire, with thoughts of the one.

With a whisper I say, so no one will hear; you bring a smile to my face, and finally a happy tear.

Ronnie H. Lee 12/29/2014

Honor Duty and Courage

Honor Duty and Courage

Tis the season, for joy and bliss; for family fun, and a mistletoe kiss.

We run and spend, and get stressed out; we think it’s tough, as we sit and pout.

But don’t forget, before the presents; remember those, that guard with their presence.

The ones that serve, deserve a pause; honor them, before Mr. Claus.

We look in awe, at the beautiful lights; while they stand their ground, all through the night.

From near and far, they protect our Nation; they’re the Hero’s, with their dedication.

We wine and dine, and have our fun; while they dig in deep, and hold their gun.

The lights and booms, that streak the sky; is what comes before, the battle cry.

No day off, or Holiday leave; for the Men and Women, with our Flag on their sleeve.

They stand up tall, and take their turn; and know the risk, that they might not return.

So remember them, and the one’s they love; Honor Duty and Courage, is what a Soldier is made of.

 

Ronnie H. Lee 12/6/2014