Deserted Desert - Elle King

Tumble weed had formed,
As it was being blown west,
The scorching sun on the sand,
Putting most life to the test.

A rattle was rattling,
Among the dry grass,
What ever lived near,
was not going to last.

A caw from the vultures,
As they searched for some prey,
may be circling above,
for most of the day.

There was no water around,
As if being hid by camouflage,
The only water you could see,
was a glistening mirage.

And as the sun did set,
So did the heat,
The coldness overcame,
whatever it could meet.

Both the heat and the cold,
Can cause your body to hurt,
be wary of your surroundings,
In the deserted desert.

Elle King

My Angel Appeared - Elle King

When I close my eyes,
I start to remember,
Those times I would bow down,
And begin to surrender.

The reason I hurt,
Is because you think I'm a 'hinderance',
Is it just me,
Or are you the one with no patience.

The tears I had cried,
were when I stopped beleving,
That someone would save me,
From the pain I was receiving.

I heard them downstairs,
The bottles were breaking,
Another arguement occured,
world war 2 they were remaking.

All i could do,
Was curl up on the floor,
And hope that i couldn't hear,
Any footsteps near my door.

But all hope was lost,
When my door was slammed open,
I was too scared to look up,
But I heard slurred words being spoken.

My stepfather, who was drunk,
Walked closer to my body,
I could smell the aclahol from his breath,
As his shadow lurked over me.

His giant paw clenched,
As pain filled my head,
Kicks and punches I receiced,
Till I was left for dead.

As I woke up,
A white ceiling I could see,
My vision was blurred,
'What had happened to me?'

I was in the hospital,
Being treated with care,
And right beside me,
Two policemean were there.

They told me a lady,
A random passerby,
Stopped and listened,
As she heard my cry.

She had phoned the police,
And got my parents arrested,
While I got addmited to hospital,
To get my body tested.

An angel, I believe,
Had appeared to save me,
She opened my cage door,
And set me free.

When I closed my eyes,
An angel I could see,
Thanks to my angel,
I can live peacefully.

Elle King

Frog Prince Story Poem - Elle King

The Sakura trees are blooming,
Now in the beginning of spring,
The weather is turning sunny,
And the birds begin to sing.

But one story that I love,
And it happened with our backyards pond,
It was so beautiful and magical,
As if from a flick from a wand.

The grass so green and soft,
The ponds water so blue and clear,
But something in that water,
Was drawing me near.

A frog had hopped out,
Making noises with its inflating throat,
As if it were trying to speak to me,
It let out a giant croak!

I was into fairy tales,
This was a chance I didn’t want to miss,
So I picked up this little frog,
And gave it a little kiss.

All of a sudden, within a flash,
I was stunned to see a prince,
I shook my head in disbelief,
saying ''it was only a coincidence'

A dream, a dream, it has to be!
I should try and get myself to awake,
I pinched, I yelled, I rolled around,
but I realised this wasn’t fake.

Such a beautiful figure,
Stood in front of my very eyes,
From a frog a prince appeared,
Although I’m very surprised.

A fairy-tale this still must be,
There’s no way this could be real,
Seeing a frog and picking it up,
with a kiss to seal the deal.

This must be a magic trick,
Or it could have been an actor,
Or I could still be reading the frog prince book,
And it’s at the end of its chapter.

But alas, it was only a book,
Oh prince how I’ll miss you,
That’s the end of book 1,
You'll have to wait for book 2.

The frog that jumped out of our pond,
Was no coincidence,
because after the kiss occurred,
I found my beautiful frog prince.

Elle King

Magical Melody Story - Elle King

I heard this beautiful Melody,
... The notes were flowing together,
The music was hypnotising,
I wanted it to last forever.

Such a beautiful story,
Was being made within the tune,
The notes were flowing gracefully,
Like a new butterfly from a cocoon.

It was as if by magic,
The music was drawing me near,
I listened close with all my heart,
To see what else i could hear.

I could hear chimes,
Like a beautiful breeze had flown,
I could hear birds singing to eachother,
So they know their not alone.

I could hear a heartbeat,
I think the music had a heart,
The peaceful piece that was playing,
Was only just the start.

The music had gotten faster,
It was picking up the pace,
But even though the notes were flying,
The music still had its grace.

The wonders of the notes,
Flying without a fear,
My eyes were closed and my ears were open,
To see what else i could hear.

The music started to turn sad,
And it made me want to cry,
The Melody had gotten slower,
And the notes were saying goodbye.

A tear had fallen of my cheek,
And slowly hit the ground,
But something sad like a tear,
Emitted a beautiful sound.

These happy tears had started,
Because this beautiful melody started to play,
And even though instuments have no voice,
They still have alot to say.

They have a voice within their melody,
Just listen with your heart,
As i said in the beginning,
This is only the start.

I once heard this beautiful melody,
A story it was trying to send,
The melody faded into your heart,
To bid this poem an end.

Moral of this story,
Look deep within your heart,
Don't give up on what you love,
Because its only just the start.

Elle King