Your words are soft and steady in my hand
running away through the dark ink in my pen
getting carried away
making love to each sheet of paper.
Kissing corners of pages, curling corners of mouths
while by passers rejoice to see true young love
with passion and honesty
as each letter was formed
making love to each sheet of paper.
Shivers dance down my spine
passing through every inch of my body
as my pen begins caressing, gently
making love to each sheet of paper.
The sound of your voice echoes purely
provoking a deeper act of love
as I pour out all the contents of my soul while
making love to each sheet of paper.
I twisted with delight as my chest sunk and rose
at an increasing rate-
that unreal feeling you get, after
making love to each sheet of paper.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 6:09 PM UTC
They say when you die, your name is written in the clouds.
I hope you remember to look for me.
My name will soon be engraved on the welcome mats of heaven,
just know I once was someone who danced with butterflies.
I hope you remember to look for me.
I am sorry for who I became before I drifted away...
just know I once was someone who danced with butterflies.
I was not always rain on the parade.
I am sorry for who I became before I drifted away...
My eyes had become blind to the light behind grey clouds.
I was not always rain on the parade,
but I allowed it to revive me and nourish your soul.
My eyes had become blind to the light behind grey clouds.
I had fallen to fear, letting it paralyze my heart,
but I allowed it to revive me and nourish your soul.
Now look where we stand.
I had fallen to fear, letting it paralyze my heart.
It took death to remind me how to live.
Now look where we stand
as your head is cocked up at the sky.
It took death to remind me how to live.
I hope you remember this lesson and let it mold you
as your head is cocked up at the sky.
Please hear me, believe me, know it's true.
I hope you remember this lesson and let it mold you.
Don't repeat the same course I drifted away on...
Please hear me, believe me, know it's true-
when you die, your name really is written in the clouds.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
And when all was still, two sisters held a late night conversation:
"Sister, why does thunder roar?"
"Because daddy just told a joke and all the angels are laughing hysterically."
"Sister, why does rain fall?"
"Because daddy is crying because he misses seeing your smile."
"Sister, why does lightning flash?"
"Because daddy is turning his flashlight on and off to find his way back to you,
mommy, and me."
"Sister, why does the sun shine?"
"Because daddy's eyes light up when he remembers how beautifully you
laughed when he would tickle you for hours upon hours."
"Sister, why do fierce winds blow?"
"Because daddy is sighing because he can't hold you in his strong arms
anymore."
And lastly she asked:
"Sister, why did daddy have to leave?"
"Because God needed a weather maker, so God picked daddy."
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
January's snowy nights
Feelings that I think are right
The smile I get when you're in sight
I think that I'm in love
February's rosy hearts
Dying when we are apart
Valentine’s candy, sweet and ****
I think that I’m in love
March’s greenery is growing
Strong affection surely showing
Gentle breezes gently blowing
I think that I’m in love
April is slow with steady rain
Without you, my heart bears such pain
And no happiness I can sustain
I think that I’m in love
May’s flowers and variety
Feeding into our anxiety
As one, we’ll fight cruel society
I think that I’m in love
June is filled with summer fun
We play, we laugh, emotions run
Toes are baking in the sun
I think that I’m in love
July my heart beats wildly for you
Praying that our love will be true
By your side in all that we do
I think that I’m in love
August flying by so fast
Love’s the scene and we’re the cast
Promises to make this last
I think that I’m in love
September’s way of slowing down
Hoping that you’ll stick around
Without you, I’m a foolish clown
I think that I’m in love
October’s pumpkins, plump and gay
Pleasant thoughts I’d like to say
A perfect future on it’s way
I think that I’m in love
November’s winds and starry skies
Vast, deep oceans in your eyes
The softest words that hypnotize
I think that I’m in love
December’s flurries filled with glee
My love says, “Will you marry me?”
My heart shouts; I’m his bride to be.
Oh boy, am I in love!
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
They watched as she tried
and they laughed as she cried.
Saying the shadow girl would never be quite as good as the best.
She lives in a shadow set by a 5'10 star
who talked through a method unteachable.
She talked through a ball, a court, and a shot.
One that the county has still not forgot.
Then appeared a little shadow
who wanted to make a name for herself.
But the season came
along with the shame,
because the method was not taught to the shadow.
She dreamed of a day
when her name would be known.
And she'd no longer be a shadow.
But no one else sees how she truly feels.
And so it seems
she'll always be...
the shadow girl.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:59 PM UTC
Little girl, age of three,
fell off her bike and scraped her knee.
Mommy came into the scene,
cleaned her cut and patched her dream.
And so she rides on.
Little girl, age of ten,
was in a fight with her best friend.
Mommy came onto the set,
and told her baby not to fret.
And so she stays strong.
Little girl, age sixteen,
wasn’t deemed Homecoming queen.
Mommy came to save the day,
assured the ballot was switched anyway.
And so she smiles on.
Little girl, age twenty-one,
scared to know she’ll have a son.
Mommy came into her house,
told her she’d picked the perfect spouse.
And so she loves on.
Little girl, age twenty-four,
unsure of who she was anymore.
Mommy came into her room
and swept her doubt like the kitchen broom.
And so she continues on.
Little girl, age forty-two,
worried that her life was through.
Mommy rode with her in the car,
promised her death was off afar.
And so she drives on.
Little girl, age fifty-five,
realizes that her mom has died.
She brings back the memories of her mom
and knows she’d say that life goes on.
And so she goes on.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
With you it's always the same,
every conversation and moment in a day.
Your cold eyes burn massive holes through my heart.
Your words painfully ring inside my head.
Your remarks pierce deeper than swords.
and your laughter fills the air at the expense of my esteem.
Give me some variation.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
(True Story)
Sitting there so beautifully,
the one who had stolen my heart from me.
I walked right by
to catch his eye
but caught a pole instead.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC
When old was old and new was new,
before my heart beat fondly for you,
when lies weren't told and all was true,
I knew a better me.
When right was done and wrong was not,
before my battles with love were lost,
when everyone loved and nobody fought,
I knew a better me.
I miss the days when I was young;
I'd wake to see the rising sun.
I'd laugh and jump and skip and run.
The better me I knew.
Please help me find that younger me
when I would act so childishly
and had big dreams of who I'd be.
I need to find me.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:51 PM UTC
Snowflakes whisper in my ears.
Snowflakes tickle my nose.
Innocent, crystallized, playful tears
that make my face childishly glow.
Plump little men that are made out of snow,
and buttons and over-sized clothes.
I'll stay outside to play with him, though,
I've lost all the feeling in my toes.
And angels descend down from the sky
and leave their marks on the ground.
They kiss the snow, oh so shy.
A sight exceedingly profound.
A cup of cocoa and off to bed!
The snow still falling so peacefully.
I close my eyes, my nose still red,
and find myself in snow-covered dreams.
May 13, 2011
May 13, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC