Weekly Challenge: Week 4

[Jukon]

Regulations:
Only one verse submitted per user.
16 line limit
Must be submitted by Sunday night 11:59 pst

This weeks topic:

[_Lyrics]

Tree House.

hold and Caresse, those you wont let over the edge
trapped to remember a past of forever's in moments that end
I held you so close, now your just an essence, a ghost..
an echoing soul with a message that's told to an empty abode..
when our lives are hopeless, in the time were growing,
withered away with the seasons or that simple diagnosis..
I'm blooming better, but feel the slowest sickness that kills,
stillness left in me, I felt that energy fit in every posted medical bill..
I am sorry ma'am, i can never lie what god has planned
crafted like no other, grafted from my brothers, by your fathers hand..
time that falls to sand, the guy could hardly stand
his princess presented a forest fortress, binds of bark and branch..
when she slipped away, he was filled with rage, then his axe hit
she spent her days in my palace, I became her cage and a casket..
I'd never lose my place, or chose to stay as his saddened souvenir
as long as I've captured you in here, the everlasting truth is clear..

[KnowP]

takes too much to sustain ship
I left life for what I came with
roots and oxygen were all I needed
floated away feeling flawed, depleted
paper messages floating for hope
praying they don't sink, they're boats
birds are my siblings, you and I
often times commit suicide
true I died before it got messy
truth and lies when the land left me
plant less seed in the back of mind
laughing inside for the agonies drive
funny how the waters dictate my face
running away hoping the hidden will chase
closing my eyes, I feel I'm winning this race
where the competitors are my emotions at bay...

[Enoch Light]

Often forced to wait patience has been a course of fate
Contortioned state, bending hate around remorse’s stake
This portions blank, never made a space to call a home
Or saved a tear to fall, I crawled those places all alone
Complacent moans, shadows run adjacent to this ship
The makeshift sea dweller crying lakes to sway amidst
From every day I lift these oars to brave a storm of bliss
To every former kiss that landed dormant at these lips
The Morning mists or winds that brush the fabric at my hips
To the sun that lifts across the Ocean’s stagnant drift
A tragic shift, my life has capsized before your eyes
Baptized in your beliefs, surmised, and casted out to die
So many pouts of ‘why?’ I build this brittle tree of shame
Nailed the boards with every tooth I broke to stay the same
Sailed the open plain of water just to meet you there
Only greeted my lonely, only me, the only person here

Guess I’ll wait longer

[Goliath]

Reclusive, she wonders if it's an illusion or a dream,
delusions seem abusive, she plays music and sings
to escape change, her faith has been ruined at sea.
Her love will never return, watching as his ship burns,
promises swirl in whirlpools during the Atlantic purge.
She had a bad feeling when he left, but this is worse.
Carrying his baby inside, her life still holds some light,
she knows to fight but she can feel her soul collide,
with hope and pride... coping with the woe despite.
Angry and depressed, her tears absorbed into the sand,
fear the warmth of man for as long as she stands.
A baby born, formed into a man at that very shore.
His dreams soar across where his father resorts,
- a monster deep beneath the water's remorse.
He builds a stronger force to conquer the storm.

Sailing a ship to the end of his mother's world.

[Jukon]

Hour and a 1/2 to submit

[TheIllyricist]

Her hand traces brush strokes
Across old oak that smells of home
A winter's night fire, warm abode
That is company on a traveler's road

The daughter tree floats upon an explorer's sea
Where all sides there are streams of memories
Old and new in which her roots have grown
And her interwoven branches sewn

Patches of summer green, nests of fruit
And now those birds fly the coop
Spread her arms, look at the sky
The little girl has learned to fly

Farewell father, farewell mother
She loves them like no other
Yet the boat crafted over time
Was always destined for goodbye

[Jukon]

Between Enoch and ill for me.