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

Magic and Mystery (a poem)

Magic and Mystery

Written August 1st, 2011

Your compelling eyes; a strange marine color

Flirt with my skin

Settling on my neck, my lips, my eyes,

And then start again

Without a single drop of wine

I'm drunk, it seems

Blissfully happy, lacking complete thought

The world and its problems;

They don't matter so much today

When you and I occupy the same space

It all just fades away...

You must be a wizard

A strange inhuman being

For your fingers are charged with fire

Leaving behind a pleasant burning

Wherever they go

You're something otherworldly

A unique and shimmering soul; this I know

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

(Raise Your Voice) Weapons v.s. Souls (a poem)

Raise Your Voice

Weapons vs. Souls

Started on May 19th, 2011

Finished on May 25th, 2011

You cover your wrongs so the world won’t see

You murder our freedoms, our humanity

Shove a gun down our throats when we try to speak

Block us from the information we seek

The ones who see through your mask disappear

Cutting short opposition by instilling fear

 

Send your pawns to take us out

We’ll face your bullets, unarmed, still we shout

Shoot us down till we’re piled high in the street

Till crimson blood pools around your feet

We died for a cause, died for the future, true and brave

While you hide behind walls, trying to outrun the grave

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

(Dear Marius) Auditorium (a poem, dedication)

Dear Marius

Auditorium

Written April 26th, 2011

It is dark

But we are all here

It is dark

But we are not scared

The audience seats

Are just shadowy shapes

Empty, from what we can see

But it is dark

So we can’t know for sure

Can we?

Universe (a poem)

Universe

Written April 3rd, 2011

I sit here on this earth

Held down by gravity

Looking up at the Universe

Suspended over this world.

The stars above are sprinkled

Across the face of night

From down here I look up

Wondering if they are looking back.

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

Hero (a poem)

Hero

written March 16th, 2011

I'm dangling from a ledge

Thirty stores high

Hanging on with one hand

People down below looking to the sky

I hear sirens in the distance

But they won't get here before I fall and land

Tears stream down my face

As my fingers slip

How did I get here

So close to tumbling into space?

No one can help me

Is there anybody out there?

I need a hero today

Just A Little Too Close (a poem, intended lyrics, dedication)

Just A Little Too Close

Oh sweet child

With you gentle smile

I know you mean well

But my heart is the land

Of another man

[refrain]

I saw a lost and lonely soul

That needed someone to know

I gave you my hand

And as I pulled you up

You slipped and managed to land

Just a little too close

Who I Am (a poem)

Who I am

Written March 10th, 2011

You see me

Coming down the hall

In my black clothes

My big combat boots

My music too loud

All by myself

You think to yourself

She must be depressed

She must be lonely

An outcast

What an awful way to live

Drifting through this cold world

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

Something Is Missing (a poem)

Something Is Missing

Something is missing
A subtle difference in my psyche
I am colder
The days go by too quickly
For me to proccess
Yet too slowly
For me to enjoy
Something is missing
A hole in my heart and soul
I wait for it to be filled
As I am accustomed
But it remains desolate and empty
Widening each passing day
Something is missing
                                        It's you

I Am (a poem)

I Am

I am a bored girl that thinks of imaginary worlds
I wonder about tomorrow- could it end up in mine or someone I love's death?
I hear voices in my head, telling me what to do, speaking of the past, saying my imaginings out loud
I see creatures from somewhere else
I want to do something that will affect the world, or at least one person's life, in a good way
I am a bored girl that thinks of imaginary worlds

These Are the Days (a poem)

These Are the Days

These are the days
When everything you eat falls to ash
At your lips
And even after you swallowed
The taste you wish would go away most
Remains
And your stomach is in pain
From digesting the delicacy
That was your favorite yesterday
Or any other normal day
But not today