Please Smile (poem)

Please Smile

Written April 12th, 2012

My sweet angel

With eyes so bright

Please don’t cry

Have no worries tonight

I’ll always be at your side

No need to ask why

Please smile; joyous and wide

My sweet angel

With hands so soft

Please don’t cry

Let me wipe the tears

From your grey-blue eye

My heart is yours

To keep through all the years

That you have chosen me

Fills me with pride

Look at me, handsome one

Please smile; joyous and wide

Whispers (a short story)

Whispers

Written March 15th, 2012

A hill of gray, white, black, pink, and purplish marbled stone slopes from the foot of a tall white guardian and down into the chill, foamy waters of Maine, painted now by a masterful artist in the sky who is currently traveling downward to the horizon.

            This hill of stone rolls and has slices taken from it, and there are holes and curves carved in its face from the gentle kisses of the sea that slowly make an influence over time. Some of the pock-marks are big as my fist, others have developed into cozy caves in which children hide and share secrets.

            The tinkling of children’s laughter holds hands with the cries of the gulls and the whispers of the water across the stones. While the children dance and play and explore, the adults sit quietly, listening, their eyes far away. Watching them, I know that they are thinking, trying to find the meaning in the whispers of the waves and foam. What is the water saying? And perhaps, I wonder, the adults are truly trying to find the meaning of their lives in those murmurings.

A Shooting Star (a poem)

A Shooting Star

Written November 8th, 2011

You breathed life into my lungs

Took my hand and lifted me from the ashes

You dripped sweet poison into my veins

And burnt me down into nothing

You gave me everything I hoped for

I finally had something to believe in

Now you’re just a whisper on a passing wind

And I don’t know you anymore

You sparked fire in my soul

Saved me from a desolate past

You drowned me in freezing water

And demolished my future

Stained (a poem)

Stained

Written July 18th, 2011

A familiar pair of eyes

Stare out at me from the computer screen

An image from the life you’re living

This very moment, somewhere, without me

And there’s this sinking feeling

Way down deep in my innermost core

I can’t look away from your face

While I remember the loss of something that could have been more

I can’t help but wonder if you think of me

If you reminisce and miss what we had

On the cold and rainy days

The days I used to keep you warm

Windows and Doors (a poem)

Windows and Doors

Written August 24th, 2011

As time passes by

A pool of reflections

Swells behind my eyes

The shimmering lights on the water

They are only windows of the past

And hard as I may try

I can never change them to doors

Vivid Memories (a poem)

Vivid Memories

Written July 30th, 2011

I still remember your smile

Fresh as yesterday

On the face that made my days worthwhile

I recall how your eyes would dance

Whenever you looked at me

You were my risk, my one-shot chance

Still memorized; the contours of your face

So real and vivid, right before me

The feel of your sweet, safe embrace

The warm smooth texture of your skin

Remains; a phantom on my fingertips

I gave you all my secrets deep within

(Dear Marius) Evanescence (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Evanescence

Written May 31st, 2011

A fedora

On the desk

You worked on

The chair

That once held you

Now holds empty air

The shirts

Your loved ones wear

With your name

Your own army

But you’re not here

To command it.

A piano

Standing alone

At the end of the hall

Dust falls on the keys

A coat of proof

Of your absence

Thick silence in the air

The music has become evanescent.

You’re everywhere

In these objects

But they’re just objects.

Not you

You’re nowhere. 



Just Kiss Me (a poem)

Just Kiss Me

Written May 5th, 2011

Your face prevails in my mind

And my skin, it tingles

From memories of when we mingled

My hand; it itches

Full of emptiness and wishes

To be curled around your fingers

 

When you’re here next to me

I’m flustered and I tend to worry

Over all that I do

My only desire is to impress you

I can’t take my eyes from your face and figure

With inhuman beauty, you walk with graceful stature

And you have chosen me

(Dear Marius) Remembering the Impact (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

Remembering the Impact

Written May 14th, 2011

My heart pounds as I answer the phone

Something is wrong

In my heart, I already know

And it rings true in her somber tone

“Faith, you’re not going to believe me

When I say this,”

I stand there, fresh-awake

And alone

Breathless, waiting for the impact

“But I’m not joking,”

And I know she isn’t

I wish she was

“Mikey died in a fire last night.”

(Dear Marius) The Fire in a Hero's Heart (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius

The Fire in a Hero's Heart

Written May 3rd, 2011

Hungry fire, burning bright

Tongues of flame reaching up into the night

Devouring all it can touch

Pictures, toys, keepsakes and such

Fringes turn black and curl

In the air ashes swirl

Ravenous destruction with spiteful teeth

Air so hot you can’t breathe.

Destructive Cyle (a poem)

Destructive Cycle

I can scream

At the dead white walls

Up into the hopeless gray sky

Into my defenseless deaf pillow

            The walls will remain silent

            The sky will only begin to cry

            My pillow will lie resentfully from my voice’s torment

            None of them will do anything

            To stop you from going

Butterflies

Butterflies

Written April 22nd, 2011

Butterflies

I chased

As a tumble toddler

In the summer

When they fluttered by

Giggle and Stumble

Never caught one

But I always loved

To chase

Blissful Abandon

Butteflies

I miss

As an abandoned adolescent

In my abdomen

When he smiled-by

Blush and Stumble

He caught me

But it N'always lasts

In for the chase

Catch then release

Butterflies

I have

As a hopeful heartbreakee

In the air surrounding us

When he reaches out- a lie?

Flattered, I might Stumble

Will he catch me?

Possible-always last

Beyond the chase

Long Love

I Am Not Afraid (a novel) Chapter One

Began writing on April 9th, 2011

Chapter One

First Visit

           

The first time I saw him, I was nine years old.

            My sister had had a bad dream, and asked me to come sleep with her. Our parents were gone for the weekend, and out brother’s girlfriend had come over at eight and they hadn’t come out of his room since.

            I was only two years older than her, but I guess when you’re scared any kind of company is better than none.

            She had come into my room at about midnight, shaking me awake. I had followed her blearily into her room, crawled under the covers, and promptly fell asleep again.

            I woke up at three a.m., and to this day I can’t really remember why. There was no loud noise, no bad dream, and no sudden movements. I just opened my eyes and there he was, standing at the foot of the bed.

The Monster in My Memory (a poem)

The Monster in My Memory

Written March 21st, 2011

I remember you

The face carved into my mind

Forever

I know it won't fade

A persistent stain

I remember us

How you kissed me

Held me

Your hands burning my skin

You said you loved me

I had never had anything like you

I was starved for love

Clinging to you

You were life, breath in my lungs

Stained Soul (a poem)

Stained Soul

Airport security stealing me away from you
Embrace me, arms warm circles of flame
Tell me you love me
Respond; but the words are ashes in my throat
Is it not too soon for love?
When I say I love you too
Why do I feel the guilt
Of a little white lie?
All the same it's hard to turn away from you
I will love you someday soon
Just not today

Time Never Stops (a poem, intended lyrics)

~Time never stops~

Time….

Runs backwards when these miles separate us

There’s an eternity between each time you embrace me

Every step I take you take two back

But I push forward through the minutes

Till exhausted you finally grab hold of me

And then you give me the strength

To keep going when you’re gone

So the cycle can keep on

*Named By Fate (a short story)

Named by Fate

“Alice.”

“Alice!”

“ALICE!”

A hand grabbed my shoulder and I jumped violently in surprise. Jessica leapt back from me, not expecting my dramatic response. After a moment she rolled her eyes and tossed her perfect blond hair indignantly, regaining her pristine composure.

“Honestly, Alice, are you ever tuned into Earth?” Jessica sighed, handing me the updated game and practice schedule.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, but she had already moved onto the next person.

I stuffed the schedule into my bag.

As I pulled out my CD player, I wondered if people who had different names were destined to be different. I mean, all the smart kids had names like Edith and Edward. Old fashioned names. They could solve math problems that usually required a calculator easily in their heads.  Then there were the Hopes and Trinity’s, all such nice girls who talked to everyone and stopped to help a kid pick up his books that he’d dumped all over the hallway. And Quinton would be the only kid in school whose name started with a ‘Q’. He would be the class clown, and would probably be a rich stand-up comedian with a show on Comedy Central before he was thirty-five.

            But what about the girl named Mercury who asked to be called by her middle name so she could feel normal? What was my special talent? The ability to be anti-social? I glanced around the bus. As usual, I was the only girl curled up against the window all by her self, while the other twenty-one Varsity and JV girls filled the bus with the awful racket of mindless chatter. On top of that, I was the only one with a CD player, which had been on the endangered species list of technology for at least five years now. Also, there were probably only two or three other girls on the bus who willingly listened to the Beatles. There were the fashionable blonds, the funny brunettes, and the good-time red-heads. Me? Natural black hair. How dreary.

So these are my talents: I’m anti-social (by choice), crappy hair, appreciation of technological dinosaurs, and an eccentric music taste. Great.

*Remote (a poem)

Remote

I wish I had a remote

With buttons for pause and rewind

I could use it like a boat

To sail across the oceans of time

And re-visit the moments in life I've left behind.

My remote wouldn't have a fast forward button

Because what would be the point of life

If I saw it all in a moment of curious glutton

And knew every joy success, downfall, and strife?

And if I skipped every obstacle

I'd never become wise.

So let the future be a surprise

That I carve out for myself

*Angels (a poem)

Angels

I was certain that I could hear beautiful angels singing in that moment

As the dying sunlight streamed in through the window

Lighting up the green and underlying gold

Of your hazel eyes… so captivating

It was as though even the angels were envious

As you kissed my lips so gently, so carefully

Were you afraid that I might break into a million tiny pieces?