RSS

Tag Archives: true stories

Angel pins and Moonlight


the long hikes up pikes peak,
the well loved guitar strings,
at red rocks, writing poetry
all the simple little joyous things…

taking pictures of the sunshine,
and dancing in the moonlight,
all the experimental recipes,
and eternally shopping for halloween…

all the songs you used to sing
and dying your hair between our sinks
there are too many triggers that beget
bonding memories, for me to ever forget… you

And anyone who says life is made up of a grand rise and demise
doesnt know what it means to loose your shadow and sunshine
for it is not the tragedy of great gravity I first recall…
no, that follows after all the sweet loving moments so small….

Sometimes it only takes an angel pin
sometimes it only takes a dandelion
sometimes, the greatest gift is just to listen
and sometimes, you won’t get another chance to give them…

so make every little moment count….

Advertisements
 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Squiggles and wiggles and hearts


squiggles and wiggles and hearts on the edge
with plenty of swirls and flowers penciled in…
I’m writing letters and can’t help but draw
all the frilly emotions i’m gushing within…

oh no, i’m so stupid, i’m doing it again…
oh somebody make me stop , make it end!
but um, can you wait until we know if it works out?
because i really can’t go back to just friends…

because i like him a lot, i’m not going to lie
and so what? So, he’s not the cutest guy
but he’s funny, and down to earth, and you know what?
it wasn’t even my choice this time…

so squiggles & wiggles & hearts away
my world is caught in a whirl wind of flirty smiles…
well, okay, heart!… go crazy and artsy & weird….
it’s not like i can stop you anyway, so l’ll let you run wild

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

The fire is MINE


I thought i was going to crumble…
i thought i was going to cry all night…
Can’t say i didn’t see it coming…
so worried i would compromise….

And as pieces of my world fell down around me
I looked up at the volcanic sky…
my eyes narrowed and my jaw clenched forward…
oh please, it’s in the danger zone that I thrive…

So let the burning ash blotch away the light…
My glowing rage shall illume my way…
My heart grows cold as my energy takes body…
enough of your excuses about shades of grey!

because enough is enough
& i used to really care,
but not today, not anymore
since this game is already unfair…

I’ll take the chips i’ve got
though loss it may be…
and put my bets on any thing else
besides all i wanted us to be…

I finally found the strength
and my heart is too angry to cry…
I finally know that I can do this alone
because right now, the fire is mine.

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

grown up magic….


I used to skip stones…
I used to make forts &
lived in a magical world

I was Pocahontas
I was Cinderella,
& I painted with swirls…

I ran around barefoot,
danced under the moon,
and imagined trees into life

I used to dress up
in pink gauzy nighties
& ruled the world as queen of light…

i used to make up songs
all day long as i played
but then i grew up….

and a tree trunk
was no longer magical,
it was just an old stump…

I stopped believing in fairies
& stopped looking for nymphs…
I guess it just happens…
but sometimes I look outside & miss…

dancing in the moonlight,
so I will sneak out alone,
& sing to myself as I twirl to the waterside…
take off my shoes & skip a stone…

You know, there is a magic
to a warm autumn breeze
shivering the aspens into gold,
& bringing a frantic soul peace

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

where her soul is off to?


Green zig zag lines
and air pumping machines…
digital numbers flash,
& hanging tubes & IV’s…

one unconscious girl
lays limply stuffed with tubes,
I wonder while her body lays here,
where her soul has gone off to…

Is she locked inside,
listening to me whisper in her ear?
or is she walking in heavenly gardens,
gaining strength in angelic care?

Is she being held by Mary,
before being sent back down?
or is she being enlightened,
&, like Scrooge, flown around?

Oh my baby sister…
hold on to dear life,
but if it’s too much,
at least come back for good bye…

 
Leave a comment

Posted by on September 26, 2012 in explore, Faith, family, Hope, life, Nature, Poetry, Reminiscing

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

a song is not enough


I would write you a song,
but music notes
just simply can’t reach
to the depths our relationship goes …

and I would write lyrics too,
but words truly are too few
to describe what I’m trying to…
say about me & you….

and a song is only minutes,
but we’ve known each other for years,
a song can’t ring our laughter,
or echo the strength of our tears…

and it would have to go on & on & on…
stuck in our words, hearts, & minds…
and since life is not one big musical,
instead, a poem simply always seems right.

Just a short little verse that doesn’t
even pretend to scratch the surface of ‘us’…
a sort of note to prove that i truly tried,
but music isn’t enough… not for love.

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

What you’ve done to me.


I’m a tough one, I used to think…
Roses, and flowers are cheesy…
cliche stories don’t happen in real life…
but, you’ve made a silly romantic of me…

If I’m upset I have two reactions,
I’ll say I’m fine or then explode all at once…
But you won’t let me get away with fine..
I find myself communicating what I want…

I’m the kind of girl who’s afraid of commitment,
one guy forever, sounds like the scariest thing…
but if you knelt down on one knee tomorrow,
then I’d proudly wear your ring.

I’m either indecisive
or stubborn in my ways…
but you balance me out,
and help show me the grays…

Swore up & down I’d never date you…
And I have to be right about everything…
Too competitive & stubborn to give in…
until I realized what having you could mean.

So, I’ve thrown away my told-you-so,
Now I don’t keep tallies of anything…
I may still roll my eyes and glare…
but you’ve made a lover out of me.

 

Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,