I opened up parts of myself to you and finally they healed like they were supposed to.

True love could be,
just a brilliant,
& rare,
beautiful mistake,
setting my heart,
setting it all aquake,
& it's nothing that I can fake,
with so much that I've got at stake,

So please be gentle,
cuz' that thing can really break,
so take a chance,
cuz' life's a dance,
& one I am so willing to take,

In every single moment ,
that I am awake,
in a feeling I just can't shake,
waiting,
in a deep & endless ache,
baby this thing,
it ain't gotta a brake,
& for everybody else's sake,

One day,

I'm just hoping,
just hoping,
that it's just one,
that I,
can finally,
make.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.

You came to me
such a BIG mistake
a **** one at first
then just troubled
now?
UNBELIEVABLE,
I can't stand you
I don't judge you
or hate you
just stay away
just not my thing,
please
I'm asking
don't wanna beg
or demand it

I put out my hands
to touch you,
as my fingertips were singed
& a scorched heart smolders,
I'm looking my angry bubbling skin,

Hurry back boy,
so I can get my,
hot little hands on you.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

in the lights of the city along the waterfront
reflecting across the bay serene and calm
it may seem all is peacefully at bed
until I see from here the flash of guns

and hear in the echoed sky a retort
of  someone dying alone
on a corner in a fight
so unnecessary

sights and sounds abound
from my perspective
not sure of their origins
or directions

until I see reporters films
and introspectives
on the nightly  news
at 4 and 5

and then I recall how peaceful it all is
watching from across the water
from here drawing my conclusions
and being wise

when I am not there seeing it in person
just a ******
jumping
to conclusions