(Raise Your Voice) Things I Never Had (a poem, dedication)

Raise Your Voice

Things I Never Had

Written  February 4th, 2012

I dream of things I never had

On this freezing lonely night

As I cling to this life so fleeting and sad

Without these dreams I’d have no will to fight

And I’d be stiff and cold by morning light

I dream of fields, sprawling and green

Soft plumes of grass beneath weary, cracked foot pads

Forests and skies that stretch to eternities unseen

A family full of love, always glad

Each night a big warm meal to be had

I’ll make it through each long, painful day

On a stomach with no food and a heart with no love

On shaky legs and a mind that’s begun to decay

I’ll survive till dusk touches the grey sky above

So I can sleep and briefly enjoy the things I’ve been dreaming of

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

We Won't Give Up (a poem)

We Won't Give Up

Written October 26th, 2011

The forest glows with color

Filling our eyes with vibrant yellows

The air around us full of cascading leaves

Our laughter rises with the soft earth aromas

A sweet misty rain falls upon us

Racing through the trees

We burst into our awaiting refuge

Before we turn blue and freeze

The house creaks beneath our feet

Our delighted chatter echoes down the halls

The smell of old books fills the rooms

Paintings of summer cover the walls

A friendly warmth spreads and glows

Encompassing our hearts

And chasing the frost from the windows

Late at night on the porch

A chill wind flies

And the lake kisses the shore

Whispering of love and hope

The trees sigh softly as the sleep

Swaying contentedly in their dreams

The moon climbs higher

On the lake surface her lovely face gleams

(Raise Your Voice) Me Being Me (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Me Being Me

Written July 12th, 2011



There’s a little car racing along

Bright paint sparkling in the sun

And a girl leaning out the passenger window

Tapping a beat on the door to a lively song

Her long hair flies back in the wind

And she has a smile

Big enough for the whole world

Enjoying something simple for a while

The people in town watch her go

And smile quietly to themselves

Remembering the infectious grin

That helped ease a deep sorrow

Discovering You (a poem)

Discovering You

Written May 1st, 2011

A quiet adoring smile

And bright unique eyes

Peering out at me

From strands of long hair

Falling down over the face

I have come to admire.

I see hopeful days up ahead

That I thought were lost to me

The feelings inside I thought were dead

Open up in a wide blue sea

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

When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes

When tragedy strikes

There often is no warning

The soft sand on which you walk

Glittering with reflected sunlight

In a single step becomes sharp rocks

Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

Seasons of the Heart (a poem)

Seasons of the Heart

Written March 30th, 2011

My lips are cold

My heart is dead

Winter has its hold

In my soul, in my head

He left me here

On my own

Abandoned in this frozen tundra

A sea of white and ice

Necklace (a poem)

Necklace

written March 14th, 2011

There is a necklace

Resting on my collarbone

You may think nothing of it

This little chip of seaglass

Dangling on a silver chain

But if you look closer

Every time I pass

You'll see my choice in jewelry remains the same

There are no diamonds

No sparkling gem

Lighting up this simple pendant

So why then

Is it so special

It's the meaning on which its worth is dependant

Inside that little shard of smooth glass

Is that soul, the essence, of something beautiful

A miracle

A Meeting with the Goddess (a poem)

A Meeting with the Goddess

Written March 3rd, 2011

In the dead of the night

While my family sleeps

I am awake and restless

So from the house I creep

Outside beneath the summer moon

I do not care if the neighbors see

The crazy girl barefoot in the yard

Only hours before dawn, pulling herself into a tree