My heart pounds
memories infiltrate my mind
I just don't want to go there
Why do you make me?
I try
I try
I try
Why is this so hard
I have hit my road block
I need to jump this hurtle
I run
but cannot leap
the blonde one
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Poetry Heartspill # 16
My tree
gazing upward
I grasp a fistful
of leaves to examine
Some weathered
some cracked
dark green
light green
but a few dead
in confusion
I wander the tree
looking
more. dead. leaves.
not enough for
a pedestrian to
notice
but for me
that loves the tree
these few
dead
leaves shock me
to the core
I start to
feverishly
dig around the trunk
"the roots
the roots"
I exclaim
I know where the answer
will begin to show itself
I tire quickly
keep digging
my hands ache
scratched
bleeding
torn
this process
takes longer then
imagined
but I know I cannot tarry
cannot stop
i must get to the roots!
the blonde one
gazing upward
I grasp a fistful
of leaves to examine
Some weathered
some cracked
dark green
light green
but a few dead
in confusion
I wander the tree
looking
more. dead. leaves.
not enough for
a pedestrian to
notice
but for me
that loves the tree
these few
dead
leaves shock me
to the core
I start to
feverishly
dig around the trunk
"the roots
the roots"
I exclaim
I know where the answer
will begin to show itself
I tire quickly
keep digging
my hands ache
scratched
bleeding
torn
this process
takes longer then
imagined
but I know I cannot tarry
cannot stop
i must get to the roots!
the blonde one
Monday, June 15, 2009
Lyrical Love # 3
My song of joy and hope :)
When my heart is leery
of another day
and my eyes would
just like to close
When my breath becomes
softer still
You lead me here
Right to the cross
And at this moment
My world is at loss
You hold me tightly
Infuse me love
Your overwhelming love
the blonde one
When my heart is leery
of another day
and my eyes would
just like to close
When my breath becomes
softer still
You lead me here
Right to the cross
And at this moment
My world is at loss
You hold me tightly
Infuse me love
Your overwhelming love
the blonde one
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Poetry Heartspill # 15
Where have I gone
I'm lost
Wandering in the darkness
Grasping for light
Trying not to sever
the only ties to hope I have
Smiling, broadly, painfully
wanting someone to look past
the darkness inside
See more
See ME
My daily struggle is to fight
not give up
So please
don't give up on me
I'm already broken enough
the blonde one
I'm lost
Wandering in the darkness
Grasping for light
Trying not to sever
the only ties to hope I have
Smiling, broadly, painfully
wanting someone to look past
the darkness inside
See more
See ME
My daily struggle is to fight
not give up
So please
don't give up on me
I'm already broken enough
the blonde one
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Poetry Heartspill # 14
Too Much For a Five Year Old
Silly Syllables
That have no meaning
That have no truth
Silence me
Dim-witted Doctor
Just a tonsillectomy
Hateful Teacher
She’ll never get anywhere in life
Thanks a lot.
Hurting Harmonies
That change life
That change normal
Silence me
Torment Anger Frustration
Slow down
Say it again.
What?
Never mind.
Frivolous Phrases
That always haunt
That always stay
the blonde one
Silly Syllables
That have no meaning
That have no truth
Silence me
Dim-witted Doctor
Just a tonsillectomy
Hateful Teacher
She’ll never get anywhere in life
Thanks a lot.
Hurting Harmonies
That change life
That change normal
Silence me
Torment Anger Frustration
Slow down
Say it again.
What?
Never mind.
Frivolous Phrases
That always haunt
That always stay
the blonde one
Friday, April 10, 2009
Poetry Heartspill # 13
I'm scared of
the words
my pen writes
These can't be my thoughts
my desires
my reality
Where the pen meets paper
it must be
of its own accord
Freely loopy letters
phrases into
hurt anguish pain
They lack my joy
peace love
I dare not claim them
But as the tears bleed the ink
as the heart breaks on the page
I breath a mournful sigh and sign
the name that does claim
these tormented words
the blonde one
the words
my pen writes
These can't be my thoughts
my desires
my reality
Where the pen meets paper
it must be
of its own accord
Freely loopy letters
phrases into
hurt anguish pain
They lack my joy
peace love
I dare not claim them
But as the tears bleed the ink
as the heart breaks on the page
I breath a mournful sigh and sign
the name that does claim
these tormented words
the blonde one
Friday, January 2, 2009
Poetry Heartspill # 12
To a year gone by
This is a year gone by
in an instant
a flash of motion emotion
love laughter hatred anger lust
joy
To stop to ponder
to think of what occured
in the small time
hurts my heart
my head
I can look back and see tears
of many different flavors
gleaming off of christmas lights
not yet taken down
I can yearn to remember
faces, memories,
of ones that loved
and ones that hurt me
This year was just another peice of the puzzle
of this life that I live
To try to compatrmentalize it in a phrase
a word
a note
belittles what it gave me
what I learned from it
I thank this year greatly
for the memories
that I saw being made
for the love that was shared
I thank it for the pain,
the trials
the tears
shed with unhappy eyes
for these things resemble growth
so with these words I say
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for allowing me to share in your day of joy.
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for memories of bonding and growth together
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for always being on the other end of a phone call
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for blessing me with your presence
for lifting me up out of my darkness
and shining some of your own God given light on me
And thank you to my God who gave me these days
these friends, and these memories.
And for today.
and this moment.
the blonde one
This is a year gone by
in an instant
a flash of motion emotion
love laughter hatred anger lust
joy
To stop to ponder
to think of what occured
in the small time
hurts my heart
my head
I can look back and see tears
of many different flavors
gleaming off of christmas lights
not yet taken down
I can yearn to remember
faces, memories,
of ones that loved
and ones that hurt me
This year was just another peice of the puzzle
of this life that I live
To try to compatrmentalize it in a phrase
a word
a note
belittles what it gave me
what I learned from it
I thank this year greatly
for the memories
that I saw being made
for the love that was shared
I thank it for the pain,
the trials
the tears
shed with unhappy eyes
for these things resemble growth
so with these words I say
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for allowing me to share in your day of joy.
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for memories of bonding and growth together
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for always being on the other end of a phone call
Thank you to my friends
to which you know who you are
for blessing me with your presence
for lifting me up out of my darkness
and shining some of your own God given light on me
And thank you to my God who gave me these days
these friends, and these memories.
And for today.
and this moment.
the blonde one
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