How do I even begin proposin'
My love for you, just like the sea, that's blue
Every now and then, I'm reminiscin'
Darling dear, don't divulge, but do subdue
What hath she? Pondering thee, like a snail
If I do reckon gently, your sweet voice
To heaven, I would go, maybe by mail
Oh girl I don't know, do I have a choice?
Eyes, lips, hair. Those curves, baby, so luscious
The way you caress, that recedes all stress
Is, as Tolkien told, Gollum's "my precious."
Your style, the way you dress, sittin' with poise
If they say I'm indiscreet, just retreat -
You don't need to take any of the heat.
Just for today
I'm going to let it all go
I won't put my hair up
and I'll lay in the grass
smelling the flowers in the air
no more worries
no more stress
Just for today
I'm going to rest
Stress builds in my head and thickens my blood
swarming my imagination with failures
hope is being swallowed in an abyss of endless apathy
success was only a short lived dream anyway
Silent killers swim through my veins
pushing through and attacking my mind
the conductor of my actions already aims at my submission
if only I had a different situation and a different frame of mind
that were both better suited for life
then I'd probably want to keep trying.
Feel freely to take a walk with thee
amongst the shaded shroud of the evergreen.
From pine to ponder,
wafting a sweet aroma left to wonder,
what beauty remains unseen.
A distant waterfall's mist
tickles our face it kissed
halting our hurried stride.
Around and down
to the base of nature's playground,
inviting us to a merriment implied.
We fell in love
in the presence of
a forest birthed and unoffending.
Take me in;
safeguard me from otherworldly sin,
as our feet splash the lagoon,
What did it mean
to take a walk with me,
if stress stole away your bewitching laughter?
this amazing place we found;
…and retire to the assembly
of Brunswick green and tones of amber!
if to a wayward venture
unbeknownst to an arbiter's ear,
that we see, you'll see,
wholly; our exemplary Eden.
It is at this prudent juncture
to quell the appeal of a doting callow skirt,
should my biased heart seek out
the bawdy palate of a compelling union
only then shall you be made privy,
the redeeming diligence of a weakened heathen.
Seeking only to covet your attention
thus yielding thy delicately softened mitts,
with licentious nerves to wane.
The chroma of the forest's alluring panorama
draws us in to the artistry of its motley dazzle,
like the silken blouse that clings to your wet body in the rain!
I Love You...
Believe me, please.
I am extremely thankful
To live in such a beautiful
And blessed place
Such as this one.
But I have a best friend,
Who is snorting his life away
Through the poison called Coke.
I have countless friends fighting
The slow, merciless Depression.
Stress, Hate, and Anger
Swarm my body,
If not my head,
Almost every day.
My "closest" friends don't understand.
They've lost my Trust,
And I can't say a word
To my "supportive" family.
I constantly feel so Alone.
I must sit here,
And keep this God damned
Smile on my face.
It can be hard sometimes,
Even for a white girl,
Living in beautiful California.
Sometimes I feel like I'm always giving
Ladi J I'm blue today
Ladi J my dog died
Ladi J lemme tell you what this bleep bleep bleep did
Oh the list goes on
Records playing and playing in my mind
Sometimes I jus want some peace
Where God and I can meet for some restorability
Man I'm not even totally In my field yet
I'm jus treading the massive waters
But it plagues my mind where will my hero be
Who will I be able to cry to
I know God's ear bleed sometimes
But everyone else mess continues to plague my mind
I will continue to use this art of poetry as my stress reliever
Making the audience a believer in my smilies and metaphors
But I still wonder who will be my hero??
Let the story continue...
The air was a chilly friend,
a yearly visit in rowdy gusts,
erasing signs that Autumn was upon
on the grounds of my childhood estate.
Dew twinkling on Plum and Poplar,
fleeing sight of eagles and owls;
my toes crunch into brittle Earth,
peaking around to hear
Jack Frost come in with growls.
As me in my younger self,
the changing seasons
coerced my many mood.
In Winter, tales of sadness
with no words or reason,
changed the delight I took in sugary foods.
Flakes would gently fall,
frost-bombing my numbing tongue,
swaying, flipping like acrobatic webs.
The vast green from the garden fountain
grew a blanket of chilly cotton;
it played on my curious emotions
at the onset of Winter, I guess.
My silly clothes are suits now,
but the Winter remains
in a constant by my side,
sitting ankle on frigid ankle,
turning my collar up by the fountain, noontide.
The best of memories had,
were sitting, wondering
what made me feel I deserved them.
That great sense of mood,
washing away stress to prompt guiltless smiles
was enough to remember those seasons;
the sights, the smells, the time alone,
and that they had happened.
There was no greeting;
just strangers in running shoes,
except for Kaitie.
A choice of a boy
or a high I can't resist.
The decision is..
Hills Beyond Hills
Miles upon miles was
a calling to a smile that
he couldn't offer.
I Have To Leave
It was just a week,
a meek test to see your love.
You chose not to pass.
Holding Hands From A Distance
You chose to hold hands.
Close, firm, and knowingly that
it wasn't with me.
Trust Is Trouble
I am a rebel,
trouble could be my calling.
That's why I went back.
School Is Calling
Back with the same friends,
same boyfriend, but now I have
a love for xc.
A Change Of Course
Leaving behind the
“friends”, and joining to run to
friends, races, and YOU.
Fate Delivers Omelets
YOU, but I have him.
Me, “I can ask my parents”.
Now I have a Max.
The Decision Is
Shin splints and you
are both problem and painful;
I can't handle both.
Goodbye For The Greater Good
Trust has to be earned.
There is none for you or my
attempts at running.
Down In A Canyon
Low point: self esteem.
I couldn't compete with her,
You won my best friend.
There will be no runs,
but I have YOU and your time.
Brothers are great friends.
Love? It Doesn't Exist.
Trial and error dates.
My zipper will stay up and
I will take you home.
Staying Home, Listening to Mom
Time will bring hassle.
There is no need for stress or
crying from your voice.
I can hear “maybe”.
That doesn't assure grief will
pack its bags and leave.
Sun Does Shine
Positives are here,
but they don't plan to stay long.
YOU leave in four weeks.
YOU, for many smiles.
Writing, new friends, and fresh hope.
Mix Cd’s and love.
Falling Into A:
New year, new me, only,
my heart can't take heights or cracks.
But it takes the fall.
For Max, parents, and
best friends that keep me going.
I am so grateful.
My thoughts of myself.
My compassion towards others.
The fact that YOU leave.
I am sixteen now.
I am wild, naive, and happy.
Change is très très sweet.
When It Comes Down To It
I don't ask for much, but can I for once
get something I want?
The fact that YOU will leave
and fall drunk upon cobblestone roads
I don't want YOU to forget.
Little old me has a name,
it's Mariah, your only little sister,
the one only one that cries while writing this.
The Atlantic Ocean is our barrier,
along with our other hundreds of miles.
I don't want to wake up to
omelets from anyone else.
Trusting that you will remember is the trouble.
Fun, it's what brought YOU and I together.
Hopeful, my dad didn't lie about the maybes.
Moving on, I hope I can too.
Little treasures sit upon your window's dash;
some flickering to catch her eye.
She smiles, thinking of her kid's requests,
while a portrait of him with his hair down
observes her beauty as she passes by.
Echoes of laughter remind her
when she witnessed her children take to air,
flying and flipping from his caring arms;
lost in softest hugs on dreary days
sustains the memory of his gorgeous stare.
Caressing her finger across his face
to thumb the dust off,
she finds herself in silent tears
wondering why so early to depart,
when words of sentiment were not enough
'cause without her proved to be his fear!
Upon the beach where fog swallows sand,
the gulls sadly dive and dance.
There was a day when the grey rolled away
exposing the man that changed her life,
freeing and fleeing from the ocean's hold
to finally feel her arms
and take a charging run to meet his wife!
Her stress ultimately closed her heart,
quick to take tea with rain.
She lovingly puts the picture back;
the frame within the frame
will always say, "I LOVE YOU!"