Eating green peas,
Looking at the stalk curling,
With little twists and curves and edges.

What is that plant thinking of when it twists?
Is it pain? Is it bliss?
Beautiful and healing I thank the plant.
And continue eating...

How pretty is this little squiggly curved thing.

Tick tock, boom boom,
Tick tock, boom boom,
Tick tock, boom boom,
Tick tock.

Like a drum time beats on.

The shaking,
I can feel it in my whole body and soul,
Is it nervousness?
A twitch?

I think it's more feeling the vibration of life,
Everything is moving,

So I call it the shaking,
A movement,
A groove,

It helps when i'm feeling uncertain,
Or am just feeling in a mood,

I shake, I twitch, I let it all out,

I flick, I move, I shake it all about.

Notes on a guitar,

Hard and beautiful,
Like a relationship; you must learn!

Notes on a guitar,

Loud and free,
Like a riot, standing up for what you believe!

Notes on a guitar,

Electric and proud,
Like a nightclub of dancers, the sound!

Were going to the movies,
Happy as a child,
Seeing it's mother for the first time.
Words I can not find them.
Wishing I could make this poem better.
Pondering on my last poems lost and what if.
But were going to the movies!


........joy................ ... .. . (crawls in a ball)

So this is me...
Drinking tea, writing , listening to Jazz.

The voices the voices,

Inspire,
Entrance,

*** o bee, boop, shuu boop.
The skill, the dance.

You should turn some on,
Give it a chance.

..... And all that Jazz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Walking in a world I don't understand half the time...

It's like being in a bubble watching the world go by.
Wondering who are these people?

It's like the taste in your mouth when you haven't brushed your teeth.
Bitter, thick, thoughts dancing in my head but no one's having a party...

I take a deep breath look away from the screen hold that moment for a few seconds staring into space like a lunatic but.... still.

What am I looking at... nothing.

Lost.

If you like this poem let me know,
I live in Canada,
Oh all the snow.

I am a Caucasian female,
I guess i'm pretty bright,
Can't stop watching the news about the fight!

Worried and happy,
ALIVE! so alive,

I'm 28 and so far; I have been able to get by,

If your like me and love to write,
Something you could do almost every night,

Add me as a friend,
And comments we can send,
Stories and poems to pretend,
Again and again.

Maybe the truth,
The plot that gets foiled, yes, are youth,
Disappearing like the petals of a rose,
But our words stay in the souls,
Who read,

Reading.... read... done.

A present moment.

Not many people think about being in, The Now!

Grasping the complete joy of it.

Indulging, wrapping yourself around every word, noise, and conversation.

Don't miss what's right in front of you. They say it's a gift, after all.

A present moment.

What if I don't want to try,
Slowly watching myself as I start to die.

What if I don't want to give,
Doing nothing until I no longer live.

What if I don't want to,
Have you ever thought of that!

Not that I can't.... but what if I just don't want to...