Sitting here, waiting
For the fun to start
To keep the good times rolling
Waiting, in near silence
For the car to pull up
For the plane to board
For the lights to dim
For the music to start
Waiting
But not impatiently
Just in anticipation
Wondering what the waiting will bring
Some new adventure
A different perspective
A newfound hope
An old love found anew
Something different to do
Love this feeling
Waiting


© November 7, 2009
Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com

1500 ft.
You speed up
1000 ft
You speed up
500 ft
You speed up
0 ft
You swerve into my lane
To avoid the blinking sign
As if you didn't see
The warnings staged in a line
You'd rather hit my moving car
Than the signs you dissed
Never heading the warnings
You put my life at risk
I wonder why you have to be
This way on a Monday morn
Then I remember all too well
Every minute an idiot born
Although I don't want
To think so ill of you
If I don't
I'll go crazy too
I'll speed up
Faster still
Getting my rocks off
On a chasing thrill
Neglecting to heed
Your brake lights
Crashing a tad too fast
Into your fancy flight
Getting out to ask
This question only once:
"How does it feel - you stupid dounce!?"

© November 9, 2009 Deanna Repose
Reposted from: blog.deannarepose.com

Funny how friends are
When you need them most
Some disappear
Some haunt you like a ghost
Some stick around to spread cheer
While others forget who you are

They say you know your friends
In times of tradegy
Sometimes I really wonder
If that's as true can be

Because I noticed something
About my friends this year
I've needed every single one
Whether strange or dear
I've needed every single one
Each at different times
To help me with sadness, death and fear

I needed to be on my own
I needed to be haunted too
I needed to be cheered
I needed to be forgotten, who?

My friends, they know me
Sometimes all too well
They always know to make me better
When my life goes to hell
They always know to help me out
And can make, as always, my heart swell

I hope I return the favor
At least a time or two
And that you, my friend
Can find me when you are blue


© Deanna Repose July 30, 2009

Watching scenery pass me by
Under an ever darkening sky
Wondering as the trees **** by so fast
Am I  here or just reliving the past?
Am I pounding new pavement under my feet
or am I making my  rut a tad too  deep?
Where was I yesterday?
Am I there today?
Is there a difference? I can't say.
Watching the sunset burn through the trees
I see the scene change in front of me
It is the same road I just passed
But in a different light, surpassed
Seen a new under the sky of night
Changed my mind and my worrisome flight
Even if I tread upon the same path
I walk a new road, always, at last.

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Night time lullabies

Sweet singing voice

No more baby cries

Sleepy feeling rejoice



Far away tales

In your sleepy head

Dream of distant sails

On distant boats instead



Hush a bye my little one

Close your sweet eyes

Your dream land has begun

There are no more baby cries



Little one you are sleeping now

So cosy and warm in your bed

Let your wonderland dreams allow

Take you away to dream land instead

I WHISPERED, "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

How I long to be free
Free to fly against the turquoise skies
Free to soar with the doves above the clouds of purest white
How I long to leave all this behind and dance on the ocean
How I long to be free and wake in the greenest of grass beside my everlasting lover
Free is what I long to be...........free..............
Free from the pain and the ever consuming thoughts
Free from the chore of living in reality
Free from the responsibly of worries
Free from the past
Free from the present
Free from the future
Just free.............