Sunday, April 2, 2017

Between You And Me

But what?

Empty as a cut

Trying to stay shut.

What have you done?

Enter with none

Exit and run

Neither has a gun

Yieldings no fun

Others do shun, but not

Under the sun.

After it all

Nothing's too small, and

Danger does call

Many will fall, but you're

Ethereal.

Saturday, March 25, 2017

2 Years And Counting

1 day and counting
2 days gone by
3 days trying
4 days, oh my
5 days working
6 days no play
7 marks a week
And we mark our 8th day

1 week and counting
2 weeks I write
3 weeks, oh joy
4 weeks no fight

1 month finished
2 months done
3 months striving
4 months no fun
5 months pleading
6 months I dream
7 months hoping
8 months I scream
9 months I whisper
10 months I shout
11 months I question
12 and I must take 1 foot out

1 whole year of thoughts
Of word upon word
So can you really blame me
For wondering if I'm heard?
Because this day marks
A whole two years
Of hopes and dreams
Worries and fears
Of fiction and truth
And some things in between
Of laughter and tears
And figuring out what I mean

2 years and counting
Will you stay and count with me?
For 3, 4, 5, 6 . . .
Until the end of my eternity

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Frozen Heart

Shivering in the cold
I tell a tale of old
Of a knight so very bold
And a heart he so foolishly sold

To see a lady fair
He traveled here and there
But the villain does not care
For love does not share

The icy breeze
Thus did freeze
And lost the keys
The knight paid the fees

Cold nose running
Villain so cunning
People thus shunning
Fair lady gunning

A spin and a twirl
The world thus unfurl
Lady toss a curl
The villain is the girl

The knight sold his heart
With his love he did thus part
For the villain has a cart
Of love stained with poison dart

My hands are a shaking
This cold, moral breaking
Her laugh, ground quaking
Hearts she is thus taking

Too cold to stay
The knight did away
But first he did thus pay
And how his heart did fray

I pull a scarf up over my nose
The knight's heart the lady froze
On display it now shows
That man who doth come to lady, without heart he goes

Sunday, February 26, 2017

Expressing Expressions

I was born
With two left feet
Uncoordinated
Can't keep a beat

My fingers
Are all thumbs
Messing things up
Creating crumbs

I've got a pair of eyes
In the back of my head
Untrusting
Tears unshed

Hand to mouth
Is how I live
Forgotten dreams
Are what I give

Knee deep
One foot in the grave
Pay through the nose
Nothing left to save

On my shoulder
Rests a chip
On my back
Resides the whip

I give an arm
Then a leg
The earth gives a quake
Then a plague

I've got my fingers
In all the pies
The frog in my throat
Tells many lies

But only if
The cat lets go of my tongue
Only if
The foot in my mouth doesn't fill my lung

I cannot see
Beyond my nose
Like a weed
It always grows

I've put one foot down
Stuck the other in the door
One hand tied behind my back
The other's keeping score

My head's in the clouds
And also stuck in the sand
My fingers scrape the sky
While worms caress my hand

I've got a heart of gold
That is made of stone
On my sleeve
It's plainly shown

So here it is
For all to see
What exactly it is
Depends on what you make of me

Sunday, February 12, 2017

What I Am

I am
A teenage girl
Sitting here
Watching my life unfurl
A drama queen
An introvert
A no-nonsense
Little flirt

I am
An artist
Smiling face
Clenching fist
Blackened hands
From pencil lead
Scribled words
From my head

I am
My parent's daughter
Confident
And unsure
I have their strengths
And their faults
I have their love
And their vaults

I am
A dreamer
Dark worlds
Need a redeemer
Flitting thoughts
Need some ground
Silent worlds
Need some sound

I am
A sister
The worst pain
The best cure
A shoulder
A back hand
Head in the clouds
Feet mainly on land

I am
Little old me
Grown so much
Got years before I'm twenty
Dreaming big
Living small
Try to fly
Instead I fall

I am
A writer
A peace loving
Vicious fighter
A fun loving
Snooty snob
A loner
Worth a mob

I am
What I am
Like the rest
The black lamb
So very hard
I always try
And maybe, just maybe
This time I will fly