happy new year's!

That we may never forget the moments,


that we learn from our mistakes,



and that we cherish the friends that we shared them with!



Please raise a glass of something or other and toast to the the new year!

Guardian Angel

This flame that burns so bright
my candle in this dark, dark night

Please stay with me
please guide me

Never leave my side oh, friend
my constant needs attend

You gutter and you spit
I cry, for you're not lit.

change

the sky is falling.




my heart is pounding.




and i am running




away from this!



i can't breathe




i'm smothering



the walls are closing in around me




it won't go away.

liar, liar, pants on fire.....

I am a liar.
I lie to family.
I lie to friends.
I lie to strangers.
I also lie to myself.
Who I am on the inside and Who I appear to be.....are two different people and..... I fool myself  constantly.

my thoughts?......perhaps.

A strange day i see before me
a cool chill in the breeze
I sit in the house in the tree
I am cold but I do not freeze


green is all around me
the leaves, they do not brown
in this chill air I am free
I myself can no one own


I feel cold but inside I'm warm
all the sudden the air is cool
and yet I've no alarm
the air is not so cruel


I write this poem not for attraction
it gives me peace and calm
I sound silly with my creation
and I write it not as a psalm


to those who watch
I do not appear deep
but my secrets, I clench
and my secrets, I keep


I appear a studious person
writing, perhaps, an essay
I have a different reason
for saying what I say


it is, dare I call it rain?
no, it is a sufficient mist
I feel it now and it gives no pain
we, together, form a sacred tryst


the rain is not my enemy
rather, my long time friend
the sound itself is a melody
I hope it will never end

do you ever feel like you don't belong?

 

I took the Decade Quiz and got "The 1920s"!

The 1920s

You are best suited for a time when things were simpler, and the world seemed exciting and new. Well, except forthat who Great Depression thing. So, put on your flapperdress or snazziest suit, and head out to the local speakeasy. Okay, okay, the bar down the street.

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needed an outlet

my pajamas I slip on
my covers I slip under
myself I fool and con
will I sleep tonight I wonder

A creature of the night am I
but enjoy it I do not
indeed sometimes I cry
for sleep I cannot

I wonder all night long
turning my troubles over
singing the same song
I sing it over and over

Why can't it go away
why won't it leave me alone
in my bed still I lay
I won't tell...my troubles are my own.

silence

so this was the first poem i ever really wrote. it was in the middle of the night, i couldn't sleep, and the silence of the house was getting to me. i entered it in a contest at the library and won first prize! it's what started me writing.

It comes without our knowing
it slips in without going
it is loud yet, quiet
within our ears it causes riot
it is like an empty house
or the corpse of a mouse
silence is it's name
but noise is it's game

alone

I am alone
I am flying solo
I am trapped inside a cone
People's gazes are hollow
sadly, I say "I am alone"

find

winding, winding staircase
help me find him
don't just stare me in the face
help me find him
wind up and give me hope
help me find him
wind down and let me cope
help me find him
don't feed me lies
help me find him
with love hope applies
help me kill him

Elinor

Elinor at midnight
standing in the rain
looking for a light
to show her again

Elinor at midday
looking out the window
trying to find a way
to not be hollow

Elinor alone
hugging close her book
she will not postpone
the day she goes to look

Her eyes will be red
as she stares
at her sister's empty bed
while no one else cares

my grandmother

the flower is dying
I can't save it
the lark no longer flying
I can't fix it
I must keep going
they would want it
the flower and lark are fleeing
give me strength with it


my grandmother recently died and I wrote this when she was terminally ill. I used to say that when it rained the angels were crying for a lost soul. I will never say that again. it rained the day my grandma died

I figure every amateur poet ought to have one

spring-
Oh! what joy that spring is here
the seaon that is oh, so dear
sleeping we have waited long
and now erupt in joyous song
gladly dancing with the fey
we rejoice on this fine day
and now to say, happy day!

summer-
I feel warm sun on my face
the heat is like fire
watching the deer, I long to give chase
so soon I tire
I rest in this case
I am a liar

fall-
fall, of course, is content
to stay inside by the fire
and is not bent
on working till she tire
evenings spent cuddling a cat
and reading fairy books
will not result in fat
but give much improvement to your looks!

winter-
frosty breath and ice cold hands
snowy banks cover all the lands
though harsh and cold it may be
it has an air of majesty
the snow is cold yet delightful
in all this beauty though it's spiteful
give me snow and glee
and I'll give you a smile from me!

lost

Help me, for I am lost
I make my way through mazes
it comes at such a cost
the gift of peoples' gazes

Help me, for I am lost
I want to see the light
I keep going for I must
or else I'll not take flight

Help me, for I am lost
the final time I call you
give me help or I will cast
an evil curse upon you

can't cry

My soul cries
but my eyes do not
hope is full of lies
light was all I sought

I was dissapointed
hoping for a break
but I was only annointed
with heartache

so long I've waited
hoping against hope
my breath bated
waiting for a rope.