Bailey's Poetry

My Friend
I went to a party
but my friend wasn't happy
the smile on her face
was surely out of place

Her rosy cheeks painted
since the day she fainted
her eyes remain closed
and her arms perfectly posed.

The life that was taken
I wish wasn't chosen
Now I see her everywhere
like the dust in the air

My friend, this is for you
may your life stay true
You may not be here
but you are still my dear

May your soul move on
Even though you're gone
You will be remembered
and your story shared.

The Trees

The trees cheer for fall
as the sstocking hang on the wall
Awaiting a new life
from the cut of a knife

The swings sway in the breeze
The wind too warm to freeze
Swinging their hopes away
In wait of a brand new day

People turn their backs
as a life falls through the cracks
The emptiness of the space
Is mourning filling a face

Looking for a great life
Only to be spread by a knife
The trees cheer for fall
as the stocking fall off the wall.

Two Months
Two months is all it took,
and he has surely overtook
to have stolen my valued heart
and became my sweetheart.

I could walk the world wide
staying here at his side
and see the ocean never end
until I lay down my head.

Two months is all it took
to catch me on a hook
As I sit here by his side
just wading with the tide.

Sometimes I stop and wonder,
Is it real, or just the thunder
of my mind slowly going under?
Oh! Such sweet sound of thunder.

Two months is all it took
to make me fall like a book
for this hazel-eyed,
and gorgeous rip-tide.

Hold On
I will never lie to you
no matter what you do
I will always be here
so, never ever fear
what happens when
the world seems black
when the days are dark
and you can’t turn back.

Look to the stars and embrace their light
Forget the hurt and find your right
Your days aren’t numbered
Your life is not hindered.

I will hold you high
until you touch the sky
Just so you can see
what you mean to me.

I will never let you fall
I will always answer your call
You will be on my watch
and you, I will always catch.

Shoot for the moon again
Don’t turn down again
until you can see
how the world can be.

The Landscape Around Us
The world does not belong to me.
Yet, it allows me to fully see
the mountains in the distance
covering the formidable landscape
that holds shelter to the people.

No majesty could protray in a
mere painting how glorious the
sillouette drapes itself across
the land.

The sunset begins to draw the
red hews across the sky, with crop-
duster working in the orange and
red clouds like the painter’s
trusted brush hairs.
Swiftly moving over the vast
plain of untouched canvas.

No lack of canvas could wonder
upon this artisit’s problems,
for he merely sweeps the red
and orange this way and
that, making a sunset last.
His breath grazing the trees,
causing them to say with
the rise of the growing tide.

The beauty beheld in my
mind as my heart looked
upon the unsettling sky.