I'm a fighter by my trade
a bed of pain you will be laid
my referee has made the call
this fight won't bother me at all
I crick my my neck

Who are you to not be afraid of me?
If I were you I would be
seen some fights more than a few
My gloves are laced and ready
my hands at side are steady
as sweat drips past my brow

Who are you do not know my strength?
I'll kick that feeling
break that ceiling
I am unstoppable

You can make me sick
you can make me cry
keep me guessing
and wondering why
I might give you a little sigh
as I hear them calling

I'll punch you back
knock you out
change my gear
of fear and doubt
I know it'll be alright

My gloves are tightened
my eyes are brightened
footsteps lightened
you don't stand a chance

Better you stay down
then go another round
I'm a fighter
I overcome
this battle has been won
I'm ready

two hits from me
the stars you'll see
me hitting you
you hitting the ground
that will be the only sound
and I am unfraid

you might try and you will fail
I'll take the wind out of your sails
Drop you like a bad habit

I'm a fighter so you know
you'll go down when toe to toe
I can take you with one blow
with the other hand tied behind my back

I'm a fighter
step in this ring
On count when that bell sings
your no match for hands my of steel
I am a fighter
soon you'll feel
the pounding of my fists

Stay down don't get up
My fists held tight against deaths cup
A fighter I was made
a fighter my Father's trade
he's in my corner

I ain't no dope
your pushed back on the ropes
you hit below the belt
I barely even felt
the sting

Step inside this ring
I'm a fighter
an out boxer
step in...or step off.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Situated in self caused misery
Her choices translucent
Influenced by a life of negativety
She filled her tub with murky water
Warm, a place filled to the tip with disgrace
A bed is shelter overhead,
comfort is never enough
In this vague interpretation of what is good,
she has stiffened posture
A symptom of exposure

Conflagration

Inferno.
Firestorm.
This is what I feel
in my heart of hearts.
It burns
and consumes
and turns me to ash and then,

like a wave,
my emotions
break and beach
and wash over you
and drown you.

Push and pull- these are the
the tides of my emotions,
and the moon is the cause,
and I moon over you and it pushes and pulls the waters on the shores of
my pathetic, insignificant
little soul.

I can see you with your wings
    That the Angels gave to you
        I can see you with the scars
         in a crimson shaded hue

    I can see you have your wings
           I think I always could
       You always were an angel
          I thought you understood

        I can see you flying high
     soaring eagle scout from God
         gliding past my house
        with a fluted piping nod

         Soar out to the glaciers
       to the highest angel nest
  you've earned your lovely wings
    just like Michael and the rest

        I see you have my wings
     They're waiting in your hand
        a song for me you sing
         so glorious and grand
     it's almost like you planned
         your hourglass of sand
             was running out

        you see I have my ring
         my angel from above
    and while you have your wings
        My finger wears your love

       One day I'll take wing too
         to heavens gate I will fly
         no longer burning pain
         no longer tears to cry
                    until then
          we have this love

   those wings will have to wait
       I already tried to ask
    no answer came from Fate
   shaded feathers my love basks

       I hope you take your wings
      and fly places you want to go
          So when I get my wings
         those places you can show
         our destiny you'll know

until then....prepare a place for me.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I took the pieces of our life
and I wear them as a coat
laughter painted on my face
and in my music's notes

dainty stitched embroidery
spells out
.....my dear Cherie
a quilted coat of all our dreams
I wear for you to see

I wear your red bandana
and your favorite flannel shirt
the prices of your labored hands
sent twirling in my skirt

The Faded cloth reminds me
of familiar memories
a day gone by just yesterday
sent drifting on the seas

we didn't have much money
though we never went without
we never wandered hungry
and your love was not in doubt

I'll treasure every thread you've sewn
within my closets clothes
Every button I am saving
that so carefully you chose

I hope my children wear this coat
you so gladly gave to me
with pieces of your Momma's love
a love you gave to me

I was your little baby girl
my skin a velvet piece
you comfort with your rugged hands
and press away the creases

of my  jacket ever aging
in these calluses and lines
with scars of painful tears I cried
released by stitching time

this coat has kept me warm
on coldest nights I spend alone
I always have my patchwork coat
no matter where I roam

my painted quilted family coat
it always takes me  home
Love you Daddy

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Unstable lacks a label
Oh wait, that's why they call me overfocused A.D.D
Silly me forgetting my birthright proclaimed
To be realistic I'm tranquil, when I hold still
I love me and my oddities
I embrace those who are the same
We have enough normality
We need finesse rotating our gravity,
shifting different pockets of energy
Everyday we should be celebrating our individuality
Not moping
Not to mention mini parties are exciting