Only once in a slow motion daydream
I still hear your flaxen words
Which are stuck in my head, on repeat
Tearing up my mind, burning my ears
This world doesn't seem fair, once in a while
I realized this only in time of living
Forgiving, and grieving over love lost
There's reminders everywhere, on a corner
In the face of a stranger as they walk by
Maybe it's because I've been in one place to long
Staring at the sameness, or, those not the same
This world doesn't seem to care, if I'm eccentric
I realized this only in time of living
Forgiving, and grieving over love lost
When love comes around
It no longer knocks me down
Because I'm now stronger
From all the shit, I can't remember
This world doesn't revolve around, your ass
I realized this only in time of living
Forgiving, and grieving over love lost
Still picking at my scars, so surreal
You'll never win without me
So, I'll watch you fall (watch you fall)
I'll take my time living, this daydream
And you'll never take my love
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
You Got Me So
Do you feel it?
The air tonight
So vehement, so engrossed
In what's yet to come
Do you feel it?
The need tonight
To tear, too scream
At what's been so wronged
Can you taste it?
The fear tonight
Such venom, no sweat
Blandness for your apathy
Do you feel it?
The torment tonight
My heart, it's beating
Right out of my body
Do you hear me?
The sound tonight
Not quiet, unreal
I don't know just yet
Can you touch me?
The thrill tonight
So depraved, in control
Of what's her comfort
Do you feel it?
Can you read me?
Do you see me?
The air tonight
So vehement, so engrossed
In what's yet to come
Do you feel it?
The need tonight
To tear, too scream
At what's been so wronged
Can you taste it?
The fear tonight
Such venom, no sweat
Blandness for your apathy
Do you feel it?
The torment tonight
My heart, it's beating
Right out of my body
Do you hear me?
The sound tonight
Not quiet, unreal
I don't know just yet
Can you touch me?
The thrill tonight
So depraved, in control
Of what's her comfort
Do you feel it?
Can you read me?
Do you see me?
~+ The Needs Of Bees +~
Pulling me in so are the sunflowers of gold
Care must've been taken in planting them just so
Don't let me know your secret, I like the awe
I've only got minutes to walk around
Tantalizing my senses are the chrysanthemum
Very white in contrast to green limbs
That entwine and hold a bleeding heart just so
Maybe a few years is more needed
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
The pussy willows you've mended and touched
With such tenderness and love
Make me melt with remembrance
Of how two people felt a long time ago
However, he needed more to fill his soul
Or, maybe he had it all along
In the colors of the vibrant magnolia
That lay at his feet with pleading, such needing
He watered in defeat
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
Care must've been taken in planting them just so
Don't let me know your secret, I like the awe
I've only got minutes to walk around
Tantalizing my senses are the chrysanthemum
Very white in contrast to green limbs
That entwine and hold a bleeding heart just so
Maybe a few years is more needed
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
The pussy willows you've mended and touched
With such tenderness and love
Make me melt with remembrance
Of how two people felt a long time ago
However, he needed more to fill his soul
Or, maybe he had it all along
In the colors of the vibrant magnolia
That lay at his feet with pleading, such needing
He watered in defeat
Garden's caretaker you know the needs of bees
And how to make a garden grow
How does the mind not know?
That of which we grow fonder
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Glass
I still think about the eggshells that we have walked upon
I still imagine summer in your arms
The sun would shine and I'd feel divine
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
As nothing but glass
Still I feel so broken
The moments pass me by
Yet, I know it'll never be
As lonely as we were
This was never destiny
Just more a glossed memory
In my photo album
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
As nothing but glass
Still I feel so broken
The dreams live on
I've always had a strong desire
To believe in equality
And on it thrives
One plus one equals two
No longer me and you
I can remember, all the time
Now I've hardened into stone
So, I no longer pick up the phone
As I so often should
I'll never be
As you remember me
Only sharded glass
Has a will to be replaced
And that's they way I feel
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
(Summer in your arms)
Only sharded glass
(As lonely as we were)
In my photo album
We will always be in a box of memories
I still imagine summer in your arms
The sun would shine and I'd feel divine
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
As nothing but glass
Still I feel so broken
The moments pass me by
Yet, I know it'll never be
As lonely as we were
This was never destiny
Just more a glossed memory
In my photo album
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
As nothing but glass
Still I feel so broken
The dreams live on
I've always had a strong desire
To believe in equality
And on it thrives
One plus one equals two
No longer me and you
I can remember, all the time
Now I've hardened into stone
So, I no longer pick up the phone
As I so often should
I'll never be
As you remember me
Only sharded glass
Has a will to be replaced
And that's they way I feel
I can remember, all the time
How you treated me
(Summer in your arms)
Only sharded glass
(As lonely as we were)
In my photo album
We will always be in a box of memories
On My Shoulder
I know your face
When my soul's annoyed
I see your wink
I remember only a blink
A moment we shared
Is all I need
to see you smiling
On my shoulder
Warmth and love
Is all abound
It's how I'm unwound
I know your face
On my shoulder
When my soul's annoyed
I see your wink
I remember only a blink
A moment we shared
Is all I need
to see you smiling
On my shoulder
Warmth and love
Is all abound
It's how I'm unwound
I know your face
On my shoulder
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Untrue True
I've got harmony in my soul
A beat in my heart
Plus, I've got you to cherish and hold
Tell me life isn't untrue, without you I'd be blue
Yet, today we're as red as kings and queens
Asking who stole our tarts
While chopping off heads
You're under my skin,
flowing through my veins
Nothing can make me stumble
For you, I never crumble
Tell me life isn't untrue
And I'm not just someone you do
I don't think we're lying
'Cause when we pillow talk
It feels like we're flying
When I walk, I float
Feeling like a docked boat
You're my light house beacon
Brilliant, bright, and true
I've got harmony in my soul
A beat in my heart
Plus, I've got you to cherish and hold
A beat in my heart
Plus, I've got you to cherish and hold
Tell me life isn't untrue, without you I'd be blue
Yet, today we're as red as kings and queens
Asking who stole our tarts
While chopping off heads
You're under my skin,
flowing through my veins
Nothing can make me stumble
For you, I never crumble
Tell me life isn't untrue
And I'm not just someone you do
I don't think we're lying
'Cause when we pillow talk
It feels like we're flying
When I walk, I float
Feeling like a docked boat
You're my light house beacon
Brilliant, bright, and true
I've got harmony in my soul
A beat in my heart
Plus, I've got you to cherish and hold
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Turshland;Part 1
Al woke up to pleasantly chirping birds outside perched a-top his air conditioner. Shelly stirred and he leaned over to kiss her lightly sleeping form. Al and Shelly had been together four years and married only one year out of the four.
Al silently shifted out of bed and got dressed for work. He worked in a small cafeteria on the out-skirts of town. His uniform was all black and he wore a baseball cap.
Shelly threw on a pair of pants and grabbed her purse to drive him too work. They were always two quiet people on the ride there.
When Al and Shelly reached the cafeteria it was a foggy drive to the front entrance. Shelly had to put the high beams on. Al kissed Shelly goodbye and told her to pick him up at noon time.
As Shelly drove away she saw three turkies at the rear of the building, yet, thought nothing of it.
---Sometime Later At Work---
Al went outside for some air and walked around the side of the building. This was when he heard a noise.
"You think Constance would lay off the work we do, we are her cousins."
Al stopped and pondered the thought if he knew anyone in work by the name of Constance. He didn't think he did. He took a good look around, but, all he saw were three turkies. Al heard speaking again.
"Constance believes her blonde hair can win any man's heart."
This time Al noticed the speaking was female as opposed to the first male speaker. Then he heard a male again.
"Lila, just because you're jealous she's queen doesn't mean we have to jab at hair color."
Al thought he must be losing it because it sounded like the speaking was inside his head.
"I need a new job." Al thought a-loud.
"Wait! Can you hear us?" The female speaker who had been identified as Lila asked.
"Oh my Tursh! is he the chosen one?" The male exclaimed.
"Constance will be proud." The second male observed.
Al turned to the turkies and the turkies turned to Al.
"No." Al said.
"He does understand." The male noticed.
Lila flew up to his eyeballs and dropped what felt like dirt into his pupils.
Last thing Al remembered was no fucking way. Talking birds. Shelly would love this. Too bad it is in my head.
---Walking Through Woods---
"Stop banging his head. His brain needs to stay intact." Lila ordered.
"As if.. she only wants his body." Male number two offered.
"Moxy his brain understands us. That's the part that needs to be multiplied." Still unidentified male explained.
Al let out a groan and they stopped moving.
"He's coming to." Moxy cried.
"Should I dose him Bert?" Lila inquired.
"No, let us talk to him." The now identified Bert said.
Al was staring at a forest ceiling. Hearing the turkies in his head again. Al sat up and noticed all the wooded area around work, but, work was no longer to be seen.
Al stared at Lila and concentrated.
"I don't suppose there's water on this trip."
"You'll get plenty in Turshland." Lila gobbled.
"Tursh-a-wha? Who?" Al jumbled together.
"Turshland, our home." Bert explained.
"Should we keep walking. We want him there before the wife comes back." Moxy added.
"Shelly will find me. She won't rest 'til she finds me." Al stated proudly.
The turkies stopped talking to Al, not wanting to give away to much. Al thought that was a good thing. Maybe he finally had his brain back to himself.
As Al was wondering if he still had a job and if not coming back from break qualified him for firing. He heard more voices.
"Moxy, Lila, and Bert."
"With a man?"
"It's the celebration."
"No, it's the prophecy of Constance."
Al looked up from his reverie to see twenty or so turkies in front of a big wooden gate. Behind the big wooden gate were steps leading up to a throne.
"Constance, we're back!" Lila exclaimed.
Al wondered who this Constance was and if Shelly noticed he was missing. A big boom exploded from the tree-tops and shook the ground.
Al wished he were on his way home for a nap. Maybe he was dreaming right now. Maybe if he pinched himself he'd wake up. He'd be in the car next to Shelly. he tried pinching himself. Didn't work. Then, it started to rain and he could feel the drops clear as day.
"Shit, I'm not dreaming."
---Presentation of Constance---
Constance emerged from somewhere beneath the forest floor. Which must've been where her dwelling lye. Al was shocked and thankful to see that Constance was human.
"How are turkies your cousins?"
"Forgive him Constance. He's not trained.. yet." Moxy looked at Al with interest.
Constance was blonde, maybe about mid-twenty something, tall, and greenish eyed. Al thought she looked like Britney Spears.
"Damn, this Bitch is crazy."
Al silently shifted out of bed and got dressed for work. He worked in a small cafeteria on the out-skirts of town. His uniform was all black and he wore a baseball cap.
Shelly threw on a pair of pants and grabbed her purse to drive him too work. They were always two quiet people on the ride there.
When Al and Shelly reached the cafeteria it was a foggy drive to the front entrance. Shelly had to put the high beams on. Al kissed Shelly goodbye and told her to pick him up at noon time.
As Shelly drove away she saw three turkies at the rear of the building, yet, thought nothing of it.
---Sometime Later At Work---
Al went outside for some air and walked around the side of the building. This was when he heard a noise.
"You think Constance would lay off the work we do, we are her cousins."
Al stopped and pondered the thought if he knew anyone in work by the name of Constance. He didn't think he did. He took a good look around, but, all he saw were three turkies. Al heard speaking again.
"Constance believes her blonde hair can win any man's heart."
This time Al noticed the speaking was female as opposed to the first male speaker. Then he heard a male again.
"Lila, just because you're jealous she's queen doesn't mean we have to jab at hair color."
Al thought he must be losing it because it sounded like the speaking was inside his head.
"I need a new job." Al thought a-loud.
"Wait! Can you hear us?" The female speaker who had been identified as Lila asked.
"Oh my Tursh! is he the chosen one?" The male exclaimed.
"Constance will be proud." The second male observed.
Al turned to the turkies and the turkies turned to Al.
"No." Al said.
"He does understand." The male noticed.
Lila flew up to his eyeballs and dropped what felt like dirt into his pupils.
Last thing Al remembered was no fucking way. Talking birds. Shelly would love this. Too bad it is in my head.
---Walking Through Woods---
"Stop banging his head. His brain needs to stay intact." Lila ordered.
"As if.. she only wants his body." Male number two offered.
"Moxy his brain understands us. That's the part that needs to be multiplied." Still unidentified male explained.
Al let out a groan and they stopped moving.
"He's coming to." Moxy cried.
"Should I dose him Bert?" Lila inquired.
"No, let us talk to him." The now identified Bert said.
Al was staring at a forest ceiling. Hearing the turkies in his head again. Al sat up and noticed all the wooded area around work, but, work was no longer to be seen.
Al stared at Lila and concentrated.
"I don't suppose there's water on this trip."
"You'll get plenty in Turshland." Lila gobbled.
"Tursh-a-wha? Who?" Al jumbled together.
"Turshland, our home." Bert explained.
"Should we keep walking. We want him there before the wife comes back." Moxy added.
"Shelly will find me. She won't rest 'til she finds me." Al stated proudly.
The turkies stopped talking to Al, not wanting to give away to much. Al thought that was a good thing. Maybe he finally had his brain back to himself.
As Al was wondering if he still had a job and if not coming back from break qualified him for firing. He heard more voices.
"Moxy, Lila, and Bert."
"With a man?"
"It's the celebration."
"No, it's the prophecy of Constance."
Al looked up from his reverie to see twenty or so turkies in front of a big wooden gate. Behind the big wooden gate were steps leading up to a throne.
"Constance, we're back!" Lila exclaimed.
Al wondered who this Constance was and if Shelly noticed he was missing. A big boom exploded from the tree-tops and shook the ground.
Al wished he were on his way home for a nap. Maybe he was dreaming right now. Maybe if he pinched himself he'd wake up. He'd be in the car next to Shelly. he tried pinching himself. Didn't work. Then, it started to rain and he could feel the drops clear as day.
"Shit, I'm not dreaming."
---Presentation of Constance---
Constance emerged from somewhere beneath the forest floor. Which must've been where her dwelling lye. Al was shocked and thankful to see that Constance was human.
"How are turkies your cousins?"
"Forgive him Constance. He's not trained.. yet." Moxy looked at Al with interest.
Constance was blonde, maybe about mid-twenty something, tall, and greenish eyed. Al thought she looked like Britney Spears.
"Damn, this Bitch is crazy."
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The Edge Of Love
Steps are in time with the beat of my heart
On this dance floor we are becoming one
Thudding to the melody of rock, my soul's music
Comforting from head to toe, shaking limbs
Seems to take over all of me, holding hands
As we walk, we roll, on the edge of love
Leaves are soon to fall, soon to dry up the gutter
Where I've sat more than once, watching cars
Feeling fonder of this feeling, taking over me
See the sun full of warmth, tree tops deepen
My decision to walk straight to you
As we run into each other's arms
On the edge of love
Now, no one seems to question much, no, no
We look so good, so grand, together
Overcoming the diverity of before we met
When it was all fuck the world, who needs you
Why I do! Yes, I do
On the edge of love, standing up
On the edge of lovers with so much time to share
On the edge of love, believing more
and more in the process of healing
From one last fall, one last time
In this place, I can root for love
On the edge
We walk, we roll
On the edge
On this dance floor we are becoming one
Thudding to the melody of rock, my soul's music
Comforting from head to toe, shaking limbs
Seems to take over all of me, holding hands
As we walk, we roll, on the edge of love
Leaves are soon to fall, soon to dry up the gutter
Where I've sat more than once, watching cars
Feeling fonder of this feeling, taking over me
See the sun full of warmth, tree tops deepen
My decision to walk straight to you
As we run into each other's arms
On the edge of love
Now, no one seems to question much, no, no
We look so good, so grand, together
Overcoming the diverity of before we met
When it was all fuck the world, who needs you
Why I do! Yes, I do
On the edge of love, standing up
On the edge of lovers with so much time to share
On the edge of love, believing more
and more in the process of healing
From one last fall, one last time
In this place, I can root for love
On the edge
We walk, we roll
On the edge
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Untrained Heart
Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the mantle
I've yet to handle sleeping sound
As more and more useless minutes
Find me far away from home
Stuck in position for a fight
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
On a night such as this,
I've licked my wounds, torn my bandages
Still I feel masked and bound
Never to reveal myself fully to you
Or any other woman.
I am trained in everything but love it seems
Woe is the heart that stands alone
Never to show its true nature
Yet, alas, we talk now and then
When your creamy smile appears,
As intoxicating as ever
I believe in hope that you and I
Can go further. Like lovers do
As still as a glass lake I sit
I study our relationship and you
Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the mantle
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
Of the rejection that is so binding to my mind
I'm trained in everything but love it seems
I've yet to handle sleeping sound
As more and more useless minutes
Find me far away from home
Stuck in position for a fight
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
On a night such as this,
I've licked my wounds, torn my bandages
Still I feel masked and bound
Never to reveal myself fully to you
Or any other woman.
I am trained in everything but love it seems
Woe is the heart that stands alone
Never to show its true nature
Yet, alas, we talk now and then
When your creamy smile appears,
As intoxicating as ever
I believe in hope that you and I
Can go further. Like lovers do
As still as a glass lake I sit
I study our relationship and you
Tick, tick, tick goes the clock on the mantle
It's useless to ask why I am not even afright
Of the rejection that is so binding to my mind
I'm trained in everything but love it seems
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Again
How is it I'm here again?
So, angry with you
Seeing that red inside my eyes
I'm feeling rude again
Making moves outside the ordinary
To avoid confrontation, relation, and denial
Denial that you're more into
What I got
Then, how I can make you feel
'Cause it's the feeling of love
That gets me through the tough
Longing of denial's span
You know I need ... you
Side note:
I think I might tweek this one too, a bit later.
So, angry with you
Seeing that red inside my eyes
I'm feeling rude again
Making moves outside the ordinary
To avoid confrontation, relation, and denial
Denial that you're more into
What I got
Then, how I can make you feel
'Cause it's the feeling of love
That gets me through the tough
Longing of denial's span
You know I need ... you
Side note:
I think I might tweek this one too, a bit later.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Goodnight (expanded edition)
My lips tenderly graze your skin
Wishing for more, or even just a kiss
However you don't seem to notice
Not a little bit, not even at all
And this makes me ponder
What I want after all
I say goodnight to you, simply
Adding an I love you, honestly
That's how it begins adding up to nothing
My dreams, they pile, bunch together
Making nightmares out of treasures
It's all because you didn't say it back to me
Surely as waves crash upon the beach
I can be so free, to just, let it be
That's how it begins adding up to something
Noticing you are still not holding me
Somberly I pray my comfort
Doesn't hinder because I say it to you
Goodnight, and, sweet dreams
May we sail our seperate ways
Goodnight, my love, my heart, my soul
Skin doesn't touch, it seizures
It's all because of the heat felt within
Say it to me, say it to me
Make me feel like I was younger
That's how it began when we were one
My dreams, my prayers, they answer
Speaking verses to my heart
I love you more today than last night
I say goodnight to you, simply
May our love live heavenward
Honestly, remember me
When your eyes shut against the world
Friday, August 5, 2011
Goodnight (To expand or not?)
I'd like to know whether to expand on this or to keep it short like it is. I'm stuck somewhere in the middle. Enjoy and let me know. _Katie_
~+Goodnight+~
My lips tenderly graze your skin
Wishing for more, or even just a kiss
However you don't seem to notice
Not a little bit, not even at all
And this makes me ponder
What I want after all
~+Goodnight+~
My lips tenderly graze your skin
Wishing for more, or even just a kiss
However you don't seem to notice
Not a little bit, not even at all
And this makes me ponder
What I want after all
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Childhood Innocence
Come and talk with me of mysteries and fantasies
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think, make you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment
Let's walk with unicorns and beasts of age
We may forget fables past, monster's in our closet
With hands that bleed far down the wood
Makes you love, who checks beneath, your bed
With care and compassion
Let's wear balloon's on our wrist and watch them fly
When we are tired, we start to cry
On Merri-Go-Rounds which are so pretty
The pony you ride, makes you silly
With laughter and wrought
Dressing up in Grandma's housecoats
Having tea with Kermit and other's
These were the pretending's life was made of
With fairy dust and stars in the night sky
Oh what I wouldn't give for my childhood again
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think, make you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment
Let's walk with unicorns and beasts of age
We may forget fables past, monster's in our closet
With hands that bleed far down the wood
Makes you love, who checks beneath, your bed
With care and compassion
Let's wear balloon's on our wrist and watch them fly
When we are tired, we start to cry
On Merri-Go-Rounds which are so pretty
The pony you ride, makes you silly
With laughter and wrought
Dressing up in Grandma's housecoats
Having tea with Kermit and other's
These were the pretending's life was made of
With fairy dust and stars in the night sky
Oh what I wouldn't give for my childhood again
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Puppet Of Strings (Poem)
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
See my jaw work and my feet prance
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swing my hands and I'll want to slap your face
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
As you spit on my shoes and mar the black
I'm sure you've got the same stains
On your soul
With screws for eyes that penetrate my brain
I can't imagine life without pain
The bloody tears I cry make you happy
Make the world really, really spin
As I'm wound up for fun again
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
The good news is I've been to London, Spain, and France
And with all had just one dance
In parkas, vests, and polos
Dress me up, dress me down
No one ever notices my frown
One foot to the west
One foot to the east
I'm dusty on a shelf
Cast off 'til I'm needed
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swinging and traveling in a carnival
Never have I felt like such a Circus freak
See my jaw work and my feet prance
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swing my hands and I'll want to slap your face
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
As you spit on my shoes and mar the black
I'm sure you've got the same stains
On your soul
With screws for eyes that penetrate my brain
I can't imagine life without pain
The bloody tears I cry make you happy
Make the world really, really spin
As I'm wound up for fun again
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
The good news is I've been to London, Spain, and France
And with all had just one dance
In parkas, vests, and polos
Dress me up, dress me down
No one ever notices my frown
One foot to the west
One foot to the east
I'm dusty on a shelf
Cast off 'til I'm needed
I'm a marionette! Move me, move me
Tell me what to say, move me, move me
Swinging and traveling in a carnival
Never have I felt like such a Circus freak
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Untitled Poem I started (Haven't finished yet, or, made a title)
Come and talk with me of mysteries and fantasies
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think. Makes you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment
Both of which choose to brain tease
With clouds of white that taste like cotton candies
Makes you think. Makes you really, really freeze
With puzzlement and wonderment
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
One Year Anniversary Vacation
Hello Friends!
My Husband and I are heading away tomorrow! I'm so excited! (Our official 1 year wedding anniversary is on Sunday June 19th!) We are leaving a whole extra day early (On Thursday), so, we can have a full day when we travel into Boston, Ma. We will be staying in Lowell, Ma with my Great Aunt Helen. We have almost the whole weekend planned. Boston on Friday, Lowell Spinner's baseball game on Saturday, and I might drive my husband to Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. Also, while I am away in Massachusetts I will be bringing my poetry notebook with me and when we are at the house lounging I am going to start taking my ideas down on paper for my prose to come. See you all Monday!
My Husband and I are heading away tomorrow! I'm so excited! (Our official 1 year wedding anniversary is on Sunday June 19th!) We are leaving a whole extra day early (On Thursday), so, we can have a full day when we travel into Boston, Ma. We will be staying in Lowell, Ma with my Great Aunt Helen. We have almost the whole weekend planned. Boston on Friday, Lowell Spinner's baseball game on Saturday, and I might drive my husband to Hampton Beach in New Hampshire. Also, while I am away in Massachusetts I will be bringing my poetry notebook with me and when we are at the house lounging I am going to start taking my ideas down on paper for my prose to come. See you all Monday!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Free Love
There's a burning desire in my soul to fly, fly, fly
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
This love and I do a miscellaneous dance
To and fro, listening to the radio
And I don't care if he leads, or if we fall
Failure is on the road to succeeding
This love and I sit side by side
Sharing and hearing, over a bowl of ice cream
His caring for me, is the greatest gift
No one can replace what's so defendable
There's a burning desire in my soul to fly, fly, fly
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
If the nights are long and the days are short
We'll be a free love, mighty and strong
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
This love and I do a miscellaneous dance
To and fro, listening to the radio
And I don't care if he leads, or if we fall
Failure is on the road to succeeding
This love and I sit side by side
Sharing and hearing, over a bowl of ice cream
His caring for me, is the greatest gift
No one can replace what's so defendable
There's a burning desire in my soul to fly, fly, fly
Far away from here, destination anywhere
Let's just pick up, pack up, and stand up
For our rights to be free, free, free
If the nights are long and the days are short
We'll be a free love, mighty and strong
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Storming Heart
Sometimes I feel like I'm soaring through air
In the middle of bleeding hearts, that fall as hail
And my own heart breaks right through
My broken ribs pried apart by this metalic confusion
Which rips and destroys the thinnest of prey
I funnel back down to ground, restoring my balance
I think hoping for a rainbow, isn't much
Yet, it is what I can do to reflect your smile
In my storming heart of perils
So, bring my weaker friends and I
A rainbow to regain our strength
Just maybe then we'll find our hearts and heal
Together in unison with a sunrise
Sure as this electricity runs through our veins
Like lightning in a bottle that will activate
Our hungriest passion; our will to survive
So, storming hearts we are, marching to a different drum
If you hear our beat, then, you'll know
We are one
In the middle of bleeding hearts, that fall as hail
And my own heart breaks right through
My broken ribs pried apart by this metalic confusion
Which rips and destroys the thinnest of prey
I funnel back down to ground, restoring my balance
I think hoping for a rainbow, isn't much
Yet, it is what I can do to reflect your smile
In my storming heart of perils
So, bring my weaker friends and I
A rainbow to regain our strength
Just maybe then we'll find our hearts and heal
Together in unison with a sunrise
Sure as this electricity runs through our veins
Like lightning in a bottle that will activate
Our hungriest passion; our will to survive
So, storming hearts we are, marching to a different drum
If you hear our beat, then, you'll know
We are one
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Hello Friends!
Hello Friends!
I am happily married at 22 years of age. I love my husband Tommy very very much, you may hear me talk about him a lot, so get used to it. lol. I write a lot some of it is really just ramblings. I enjoy it though very much and I have written both short stories and poetry, so, it is what I do in my spare time. I also enjoy meeting new people and such. I'm a little crazy sometimes. Yet, that's just me, anywho.. I'll tell ya more later.
I am happily married at 22 years of age. I love my husband Tommy very very much, you may hear me talk about him a lot, so get used to it. lol. I write a lot some of it is really just ramblings. I enjoy it though very much and I have written both short stories and poetry, so, it is what I do in my spare time. I also enjoy meeting new people and such. I'm a little crazy sometimes. Yet, that's just me, anywho.. I'll tell ya more later.
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