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  Mar 2016 Gaffer
Julie Langlais
I am a mother, a wife
A friend, a teacher
I seek happiness
I love deep
Only souls not faces
Always loyal
I don't judge  
I love to help
I see good in everyone
Which makes me naive at times
I am open to all
Hoping for a world
Where everyone fits
Labels don't exist

I latch to rules
Anxiety demands
I suffer from OCD
Always chasing order
Shackled by disinfection  
I am comfortable in control
Leading the way
I seek to inspire
I believe in others
I am honest with my feelings
I value experience
And learn from them
I reflect on my day
Always trying to improve
I search for meaning in conversations
Enjoy learning new things daily

I play sports
Love music  
Enjoy Art
Express myself in writes
Fascinated by abstracts
Reading words to gain insight
The grace in movement  
The beauty in visual artistry

I love to re-discover nature
The acoustics of birds
Waterfalls and rain
Kissing falling snow
Connecting with our majestic sky
I love the stillness
Each morning brings
The dew sleeping in the emerald
The lacquered canvas
Of quiet lakes
Motionless  
In something so vast

Yoga is my philosophy
A healthy
Body
Mind
And spirit
My destination is
The pursuit of enlightenment  
In my life's pain
I am coming out of the spiral
Enjoying my journey
Seeing straight
Swimming the unalome
I feed my soul
Hoping IT can lead me
Leaving my ego in my wake

I remain unfinished
I continue to wear masks
Sometimes to hide
As I fear rejection
Still..
As happy as I seem
As lovely as I am
My soul has a shadow
Hidden inside
My essence traced
By shaded light
I am a survivor
Broken in places
Finally accepting my true self


Jl 2016
My first "this is me" poem was from my skewed perception of my teenage self.
I like this one more :) it's more optimistic ;)
  Mar 2016 Gaffer
Sjr1000
Walking miles
on a
desolate beach
never losing
my path back
to the highway
home,
inside
I know

My eyes
will once again find
the healing white light
the beacon
of
The 4 Trees
guiding me
to the long
highway
home.

Along the way
losing sight
of
them all

There is confusion
fear and trepidation
feeling like a child
waiting in front of a
movie theater
for their mother to come
watching cars
counting trees

And of where I am
And of where I am going
Somewhere along these dunes

Familiarity will
set back in
focus will find
the  4 Trees
quaking in the salty breeze

The ocean is rough
storms blowing on through
calling
beckoning
with each frozen wave
the end of all issues

Sometimes looking out
Sometimes looking in
writing in the sand
knowing the tide
is coming in
erasing all.

The  landscape always changing
Easy to become so lost
And tho
the landmarks will decompose
and fade

The 4 Trees
for today mark the way

Easy to miss
along the forest
Panic
a breath away

The phantom captain
the voice within
reassures
not lost
just misplaced
our spot on the map

The spirit guides
the dance
in a spot of the healing
light
the rustling sounds
of the 4 Trees
guiding me
back to the highway.
The picture of the real 4 Trees on my homepage. Easy to get lost out there.
"The phantom captain", a description I first heard from Buckminister Fuller, many years ago.
Gaffer Mar 2016
He liked being on the edge
Liked it fine
Walking into the fire
Better than walking through the puddles
Just better

Stray dogs have more fun
Always on the run
No nice blankets
Nowhere to call home
Just nowhere

Black night's watch couples
Gazing silently
Words strained
Trying to recapture time
Just trying

Death breaks up families
Bringing loneliness
Loneliness breeds fear
Nothing left
Just nothing

Stray dogs die in the wild
Free till the end
Leaving that beautiful trail
For others to follow
Just follow.
  Mar 2016 Gaffer
Emily B
i am not
my favorite poet
not even third or
fourth in line for the title

the hawk circles
laughing
at such a notion

and i bury my toes
in the dirt
waiting for the mockingbird
to chime in
that's about the length of it
  Mar 2016 Gaffer
Sirenes
I stood in the bookstore
Thinking about how
He touched my soul
I look over and see
Someone else

I stared for a while
And left the choice to you
My highschool friend
Former best friend
The boy who got so lost

You walked over to me
And you weren't upset
With how we parted
Instant connection
As it has always been

Life is meant
For rambling conversations
We talked about everything
And how you still
Have my contact information
Is beyond me

Nothing's changed
I told you to play your guitar
From the depths of your soul
I saw your eyebrows
Return to their youthfull constant

"Do you think I'm going to say no to what you ask of me?"

"Is that a serious question"

You've never said no to me
And how you manage
To always agree
Surprises me each time

I smiled at you
Nothing's changed
Except that we understand
Each other better
Than ever before
Not because you do
What I ask of you
But I guess
something else just clicked.
Blink-182 - miss you

Coffee headache
Gaffer Mar 2016
The child has gone
Such a long time
They searched like everywhere
But something told them
The child has gone
They started looking inwards
Watching expressions
Looking for that clue
So strange, nothing
The child has gone
Days turned to weeks
Nothing
Nationwide alert
Calls came in, including the cranks
The child has gone
The search died down
Talk spread
Children stayed indoors
Fear became the byword

She watched within the large tree
Her secret hiding place
It was fun
The earth collapsed pulling her under
She tried to scream
Too late
The child has gone.
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