i am but a moment on the face of the world
a memory that will fade
with the passing of the tides
as so many of the castles
small children did in those days built on the sun
with their buckets full of water
pacing up and down the sand
making motes that never lasted
making smiles that never lasted
as those children grew and learned what the real world was
not fairies and motes and castles in fantasy worlds
but society and its hateful whims
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 7:06 PM UTC
he makes my heart rate run
with a simple smile
the way that his eyes sparkle and his lips part from his {slightly crooked} teeth
I feel as though my heart will rip through my {fragile} rib cage
because it swells so much
like an overfilled balloon about to burst
he was become the thing that keeps me up
into the early hours
for I am unable to sleep {without him near}
my thoughts always drifting back to him
no matter what path I send them on
I don't want to wake up {from the dream}
that is him and I
for I care so much about him
even in these fragile moments
of our beginnings {of romance}
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
there was a time when I was young
in my nest of blankets on saturday mornings
watching the same cartoons over and over again
I had seen almost every episode of every show they played
but I didn't mind
I just said the words along with the characters
and lived
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
your eyes glitter like the night sky
alight with millions of tiny stars
so far away from our fragile world
the {open} window to your haunted soul
through which I see your truths
{hidden emotions}
locked away
but silly you..
for I have the skeleton key
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 8:39 PM UTC
she wrote the woes of the world
calling it her own
her written word against those of the universe
she gives away secrets
the things we all hold most dear
just to get ahead
May 31, 2012
May 31, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
She came from a childhood of magic
of scrap metal bubbles and a love of Christmas
a father whom was often gone but never forgotten and never unloved
a mother whom tried for her little girl but ended up lost in the bottle to wash the world away
born in the small world that was Dogdeville, 1947
but being whisked away to Madison, a bigger better place
of sound public education and endless Indian trails along the deep blue lake
She grew with independence and an inevitable book under her arm, for that was what she knew
{a latch-key-kid from age five up}
pouring her heart into the creation of stories and poems
filling her mind with the worlds of great authors
'the classics'
a seven year old to afraid to share the depth of her written word
speaking to a class with heads down on their desks for she feared the thoughts in their eyes
her last word greeted by the great applause that brought her to love writing
love books
love English {her never ending favourite class}
She grew with words as her protection
and friends who understood her strange imagination
learning to drive in her boyfriends truck
his head between his legs in fear
leaving school a credit short when a fun night turned into a little baby
growing inside her young body
{in those days you couldn't go to high school an unmarried pregnant teen, you just couldn't}
17 at Martha Washington Home for ***** Mothers
her graduating was thanks to English {as many things in her life are}
a caring teacher who stood up for a scared young girl
we still haven't found were Nadine is {the little baby that grew inside her}
that next year she started college
a freshman in a class of thousands
University of Wisconsin Madison
hiding away in her studies
{creative writing}
over sized glasses and frilly wild hair
once again she graduated and
She was off
leaving Wisconsin in the dust
out to California {her land of dreams}
gate 6 and the shifting mass of house boats
raising three boys on 36 by 8 feet of bobbing wood {in the shape of a football}
my two uncles 'The crash and burn brothers' and my father 'baby poops a lot, batteries not included'
walking day after day to the Bait Shop Market for black coffee
and the feeling of being alive
She came to age in the craze of the 60's
continued to grow through the fight of the 70's
remembers the blue romper in high school gym when Kennedy was shot
marching with students on the streets when Martin Luther King went down
listening to Bob Dylan
'The Times They Are a-Changin' through it all
{The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin'
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'.}
her friends shared hatred of government as Nixon came and went {she never would have voted for him. Not in a million years}
the draft of their friends
going to a land that they all knew they wouldn't return from {far away from those they loved}
She became to personally know Melba Pattilo-Beals as they worked together
editing 'Warriors Don't Cry' {the story of a young black girl going to white school}
in a society run by the music
Peter Paul & Mary
Bob Dylan
The Beatles
Janis Joplin
Jimmy Hendrix
The Rolling Stones
Crosby Stills & Nash
The Who
The BeeGees
The Grateful Dead
Rod Stewart
Joni Mitchell
Joan Baez
Country Joe and The Fish
run on the beat
the lyrics
the melody
the overwhelming need to be
different
through the 50's
60's
70's
80's
90's
The Hippie Movement
Vietnam
Kennedy
Nixon
Through raising three boys
two university degrees {UWMadion's creative writing and law}
second one while raising me
Through all of that and so much more
she was lived
seeing the world through the eyes of a writer
a child
a teen
a mother
a grandmother
an editor
a lawyer
a women
She is the reason I am living
and she gave me the love of writing
and the love of the world.
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
When you look at me do you see a person?
Or do you just see a shape?
A toy?
A photo book of lifeless memories?
Do you know that the loss of you hurts me?
When you come back into my life, stay a few days, and are gone back to the life you really live.
The life you would be able to stay living with no guilt if I was not alive?
Soon not of this will matter though.
You'll have a new baby, a new wife, and a new family.
One you can love because it isn't broken like me.
I am the old toy you throw in a box and take to Goodwill so that I may be given to somebody new...
...only to have the same thing repeated.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
Are you ever..
..upside-down,
inside-out?
Left,
when you are meant to be right?
Crying,
in happiness.
Laughing,
in sadness.
I am..
...everyday.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
The walls are closing in on you
Dripping with crimson blood
Your vision is blackening
and your breath is coming quickly
You don't know what is wrong with you
Why the world is crashing in on you like this
It just is
You try to take a step closer to the door
but the pain that shoots through your body
makes you fall to the floor in a crippled mass of limbs
Your frantic now, trying to find away out of this disparaging hell
You look up at the ceiling, surprised to see the sky,
the pristine blue only interrupted by the white-fluffy clouds
You stare longingly at that perfect sky thinking that this hell wouldn't be as hard if you could
just look at that wonderful sky
But it is just a false hope
In a moment the sky is covered by her sneering face
She laughs at you,
at the pain you are in,
at the tears that are now streaming down your face
your vision is starting to blacken again,
soon you can only see through a blurry cone
See her face looking at you with fake concern
like she is so worried about you
but you know it's all a lie.
the moment that the **** black nothingness closes in on you
she will become board with the mindless body that she created
she will turn and walk away with a cheery smile on her dreadful lying face
leave your body there knowing that your mind is still active just locked up to tightly to ever be reached again.
feeling and remembering everything she did to you
and everything that will happen to you from this point on.
as the dryness in you throat goes form a dull pain to a burning flame licking at the parched skin of you mouth
your tongue feels thick in your mouth as all the moisture is gone
The rumble in your stomach goes form a little pattering once and awhile to an unbearably loud thunder claps that shake your hollow insides
There is pain your stomach as well
a hollow ache that just keeps getting worse as your head starts to pound.
there is a sharp piercing feeling running through you arms and legs.
you are slowly rotting away in mind and in body.
until you are the very thing she says you are...
...nothing.
But then..
just as you are about to be lost forever
your only hope appears
that shinning ray of hope lifts you up and carries you away
holding you close as she wipes away the tears
for she is the only one...
,,,,that holds the key that unlocks you.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 4:12 PM UTC
Take a step forward, but never back.
Remember the future, but forget the past.
Hold her close, but never let go for you may fall.
Take a stand, but do not die in battle.
Walk the path you choose in life, but do not get lost in the darkness.
Hide your pain, but let them see the real you.
Learn to forgive, but always remember the truth.
Jump for joy, but don't hit your head on the rain clouds.
Walk along the ocean, but don't let the cold water nip your toes.
Sing along with the one you love, but don't sing to loud so you can still hear her beautiful voice.
Always look on the bright side, but it may hurt your eyes.
Put the song on repeat, but don't turn up the volume.
Take a bite of chocolate, but don't let in it's sweetness.
Sit in a room full of others, but don't see anybody.
Release the stress from you body, but don't forget the anxiety.
Stand in the pouring rain, but don't let the ground crumble under you.
Plant a tree, but never watch the pass of it's hourglass.
Sit in front of a computer screen, but never really write a word.
Hold you tongue when you want to speak, but scream in the silence.
Dip the paintbrush in the colours, but never let the picture out of your mind.
Go out with your friends, but don't let the knowledge of their hate soke in.
Wake up on a sunny day, but paint the windows black with tears.
Write the letter, but never send it.
Begin the sentence, but never end it.
Keep the secrets inside the little box, but never give it to the world.
Push the blankets back in the morning, but see nothing in the mirror.
Spin the silk on the wheel, but never make anything of the lies.
Hold your breath forever, but don't turn blue for your already dead.
Give a quick smile, but never let it reach your eyes.
Take a leap of faith, but realize to late that the safety net in gone.
Plug in the nightlight to chase away the dark, but only then do you understand that the darkness is inside.
Pick up the pencil, but don't draw on the stained paper.
Grab a snack as you walk out the door, but fall and leave it in the puddle.
Buy a book from the store, but don't open the cover for fear of what lays wait inside.
Enjoy the show, but let the stage fade to black.
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC