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TigerEyes Nov 2014
A lesson for her
in humility
when for so long she flew so high
she had never questioned why
wealth, and security
had always been nearby
she was forced to work for others
perhaps less fortunate than her
sweeping floors
she was scrubbing doors...
with tired feet
she kept things neat...
the only thing she wanted more
was to crawl in bed, and sleep.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Dec 2015
Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes
with long black lashes, and wistful smiles
she had her world all mapped out
there was no stopping her she would shout
regret met her at twenty six when the doctors told her she was sick
still she did not let that pain beat her down
No, she was up for a second round...
she was brave with courageous days
with her daughter she did stay
through the years she married men
who attempted to beat her down again
the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there
a fighter with spirit who would not dare--
dare to give in to her despair.
TigerEyes Dec 2015

Nineteen see's the world with hopeful eyes
with long black lashes, and wistful smiles
she had her world all mapped out
there was no stopping her she would shout
regret met her at twenty six
when the doctors told her she was sick
still she did not let that pain beat her down
No, she was up for a second round...
she was brave with courageous days
with her daughter she did stay
through the years she married men
who attempted to beat her down again
the warrior spirit of nineteen was still there
a fighter with spirit who would not dare--
dare to give in to her despair…
And —
For all the souls who came, and went —
that glanced upon her as angels wept
for a life that she would never know
for all the love that she could ever show
that never saw the pain she felt when un-approving
stares were sent —
Nineteen’s spirit sailed on —she never felt so strong --
as she sailed on, and her spirit went.
TigerEyes Sep 2014
The tiger is strong in character, strong in body
strong in mind...
they are amazing animals
one of a kind.

The tiger utilizes complete follow through with each strike with the intention of penetrating and destroying his or, her target.

What happens to the Tiger when they get scared?
Do they know fear at all
when their back gets pushed up against a wall?

I know a Tiger...
She's a fighter...
Her head has been held under water
Yet. Still.
She remains strong
She reminds herself that she's someone's daughter
Royal & True
These are the attributes of her
She has been scarred, and mistreated..
but by no means is she defeated...
Her eyes have a speck of gold that flickers in the night...
they light up at the sign of danger
she uses her keen sense of hearing along with her sight

No. A tiger does not know fear.
She doesn't weep. She has no tears.

She does not fear, does not hesitate, and does not regret.
You'll recognize her the moment we've met.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jan 2015
Has anyone seen Mrs. Budge around today?
My, my, you just never know what she'll say
Everyone knows her by the stories she tells
not to mention her unique smell
a mix of moth *****, and gourmet soup
she built her own chicken coop
raised nine kids on a farm
made all their clothes from her yarn
After that she built a barn
where she kept her honey bee's
to pollenate all her orchard tree's
she put up pears in the fall
after that I heard she got a call
to sell her canned pears in a fancy mall
I hope that I'm like her at 93
they finally found her in an apple tree
laughing upside down on a tire swing
singing joyfully to her honey bee's.
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TigerEyes Jul 2014
I had only known you for one week.  It was a brief encounter. You said, "Remember, what I told you?" as if you were talking down to a child of five with strawberry ice cream dripping down the front of a white dress. You, the mocking bully, pushed your finger into my chest to shove me down onto the playground of life. Your accusations of condemnation that I would fail at everything I tried to accomplish. I imagined you peering over me while sneering, "Good luck with that!", sarcastically, before you hung up the phone. There was a brief silence. Oh, how angry and frightened you must feel to witness the light I seek while you cry inside all the dark rooms of your soul.
I hope you find peace, soon.
© 2014
TigerEyes Dec 2014
I dropped my daughters favorite cup...
James Dean was laying at my door
his face was shattered on the floor
I was trying to glue the handle back on the cup
before it slipped from my hands
I didn't seem to understand
I've been pushed aside, and over a fence

a light bulb moment happened next
and some things began to make some sense

I have been sentenced
for my so called sins
In "once upon" I had a shot
like the legend in Camelot
not perfect - no, not at all you see
but it was when I felt they may have loved me.
When I used to matter
before they dropped me
and, I shattered
I have fallen into a wall of silence
The cup is just a symbol
a sign, or - symptom
of all the blaming, and shaming
that can happen
in a twisted triangulation
a kind of strangulation --
there's always one broken cup in a family
they're the chosen one
to choke out all the darkness that's taken place
a sacrifice for all the wrongs that your ancestors have done.

it's all been passed down from face to face
generation after generation
my soul finding its way to this great nation
I was chosen long ago
by someone I do not know

I am a broken cup
I am glueing myself together...
it doesn't matter what they say
even though I've been castaway
I've decided that I'm okay
I know inside
that I am good
and, what matters most--
is that I know I'm kind.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove

#Cast away #lonely #sad #betrayal #courage
TigerEyes Jul 2013
Can you hear the call above the fray?
You can frighten it away
just translate a latin charm this way...
"By all the powers of the Earth and Sea"
lift my spirit up to thee
shine your light into me
"By all the might of the Earth and Sun"
allow me peace to be at one...
I hear the call above the fray
refusing to shrink, or run away
my transformation has now begun
and, thy will for me
to be done.
Face your fears
don't run away...
hear the call above the fray
Quiet your mind in troubled times
when life appears to be unkind
know that you are deeply loved
from high above
and all around
it may show up in a simple sound...
watch for patterns along with signs
they'll show up in serendipitous designs
a web
an owl
a bird
a flower...
a sound
a phrase
a star...
a gaze
a smile...
on the face of a friend,
reflecting everything the Universe can send.
© 2013

I'm a big believer in acting "as if..." and I love the poem that Emily Dickinson wrote below:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
TigerEyes Nov 2015
A day with friends —
yet you’re all alone
but you can’t help be so entertained
by the engaging dialogue
that’s so insane
you must write these words
upon the page
you must write, and write!
you can’t explain
it’s like an itch
that you must scratch
an annoying tick
or, a nat
You know there are others
(that it’s not just you)
writers with friends…
inside their rooms.
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TigerEyes Mar 2015
Adeline lives in  Far Away
where magic fairies with dragons float on  rainbows n' candy
all night, n' day
She took a trip down Abby road where giants live with
talking toads
on a weekend out with friends
where Adeline has decided to go again
but this time she won't be calling home
her parents lost her long ago
tripping down Abby road...

*Adeline is only twelve years old
TigerEyes Dec 2014
Have you ever tried to catch a feather in a gust of wind?
It's in your fingers it's in your hands
then it slips away, and - it's gone again
I am a feather in a gust of wind you'll see me once
but never twice and I'll be kind. Yes, I'll be nice
but I'm your mystery that adds some spice

I never stay I always go I'm the answer you'll never know

I am floating past you above the ground
moving faster than the speed of sound
slowing down in a playful way just to make you wish I'd stay
casting magic in the air I cast illusions on my way

I am a feather in a gust of wind I slip away then I'm gone again
like a mystery you want to know
you'll wish you knew where I go
I'm the feather you can not catch cause' I'm the girl you'll never know
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
Magic lived in a small town down in Tennessee where everybody knew everybody's business by noon.  She never knew why her mother had named her Magic. She just knew she was the target of some wicked gossip, and it all usually started by one person.  Jane Goodwill.

They both attended the one room school house up on the hill. They shared the same birthday. And they were both 13, and had eyes that sparkled like when the sun lights up the Ocean on a bright day. Magic never knew why Jane Goodwill hated her so much. She just knew to cross the street when she saw her coming toward her.

It was the kind of town where practically every family owned at least one hound dog, five chickens, two horses, a tractor, and one of those cheap above ground pools in their backyard.

And it was expected that you were to be in church on Sunday, or, you could be sure as Monday be seeing, Mrs. Twitchet, in front of your face waving her index finger telling you how you were going straight to hell.  
That is -- if she ran into you at the local hardware store where they also sold grocery's along with chicken feed, and hay.

Mrs. Twitchet was made a widow that year. She had a figure shaped like a large plump oversized pear, and she always brought her deep fried chicken, and fresh apple pies to the church potluck on Sunday's. She liked to sing the "Special Music" while she played the *****. Magic always thought it was funny watching her flirt, making eyes with Mr. Platt, who had also been made a widow that same year.

Magic's father had disappeared the day she was born. And for some reason Mrs. Goodwill always acted strange whenever Magic passed her on the street.

To be continued.,
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Apr 2014
It wasn't just that she'd given her heart
tried one more time all over again
"this one's for love...this could be a new start"
that's what she said...
He'd found a passionate girl that loved knowledge
the smell ink on paper - the love of old books
His Peter Pan to her Captain Hook
Once the pattern had started all over again..
"It was that one time - I know that he's kind,"
this too will pass - this too will end...
She had been trading herself in for cheap beer
far too long  -- she had been telling herself
"Love feels like shame...."
"I need more of the same..."
When she realized the lies ...
tears pooled in her eyes
What a skewed point of view...
that everything she knew
felt lifeless and shattered
because someone had said,
"You really don't matter...
you're not worth my time...
I named you.. "Nickel"
because you're not worth a dime."
© 2014
TigerEyes Oct 2014
There was a girl I knew once with an honest name
her name was River n' we flew to Spain
We talked all through the night
n' we were both writers/to our delight --
n' we laughed, and cried
during the whole ****
I got to know her very well
she was a mystic
that could cast a spell
on anyone
with sunshine laughter/that rang like bells
I wish I could find that girl named River once again...
I'd thank her
as a friend...
She got lost during flight...
somewhere between dawn n' night
I turned around, and she was gone...
she was a treasure/an unheard song
the kind you want to hear /all night long

That girl named River/ she was me...
I buried her that night /in the Sea.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Sep 2015
The letter from her mother from another time
reminded her of a loss that she could never find
its ink began fading line by line
her soul left crumpled, and feeling dead
for all the kind words that were never said
a lack of comfort that was never given…
or, ever read --
her only daughter banished away
from her mother to this day
and, so the letter not read collects its dust
because of all the years of broken trust.
TigerEyes Dec 2014
You don't remember turning the pages
or, landing on the milestones
all the roads, and darkened alleys that you've run,
perhaps walked,
hitch hiked -- or, driven
the pages you've dreamed
or, written
some of the rooms you've entered
were in darkness, and some in light
some of the rooms
you flew into --
while you dreamed at night.
Right now you find yourself
in the middle
between black, and white
much like the grey in life
used to be yesterday
yesterday was last week
last week was last month
last month was last year
now you find yourself
in the middle
reflecting upon
a life in pages
with many more chapters to write
filling them up
without grey
adventure, laughter, and love --
a bright yellow sun shines above
while you sail around the world
writing the rest of your life in pages
with every color of the rainbow.
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TigerEyes Nov 2014
All of the stars must have lined up....
Steel Grey
Hazel May...
It was 1926 in Paris on a cloudy April day
the sun had been out for a few minutes
but fate had a plan making it go away
when he passed her on that cobblestone street
something magical happened
when their eyes began to meet
each soul wanting
the other to keep
forever n ever to have n' to hold
to stay with the other until they were old
It was on this cloudy April day
when fate would have its way...
Steel Grey
fell in love with Hazel May
and, all the stars in heaven
could never keep them apart
they danced together
with magic in their hearts...
you can still see Steel Grey
and, Hazel May
dancing bright
like two angels in flight glimmering n spinning  ...
all of the stars at night.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Apr 2014
If the whole world had been a dream
and you and I
were magical characters on the screen
Could we make the people
dance and sing?
What if we could go back in time
(perhaps a fantasy that's all mine)
Removing money from politics
(Turning the Koch brothers into Old St. Nick's)
The sky's the limit let's go to town!
Let's go and turn this upside down!
Certain members of the House and Senate
would "trade lives" with all they've called "those kind"
stuck below the poverty line
Imagine all the joy they'd feel
when they realize... Oh, my God,
"This is real...
I never said the word, Repeal!"
Rachel Maddow would get a crown
for pointing out the bogus clowns.
Congress would have to pass some bills
or, lose their jobs up on the hill.
Oh, how the world would dance n' sing
to know once more
to have this thing
we once called, The American Dream.
© 2014
TigerEyes Dec 2014

He traveled a million light years for her smile
passing stars, and nebula's at the speed of light

this time he was determined to get it right
all for the green eyed girl he'd heard one night
her song had traveled at the speed of sound
he'd picked it up on while floating around
in another dimension he explored
Oh, how he'd fallen in love
while listening to the green eyed girl
she was someone he began to adore
he was traveling at the speed of sound
to be with the love he had found
a million light years away
he couldn't wait to tell her...
" I'm going to love you, forever. I'm here to stay."

ACT II  (T.B.A.)
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Sep 2015
A moment of silence for the castaway
for the sibling, and daughter they threw away
because there's always one black sheep
the one a family will not keep
pushed aside when they speak their truth
and, it all began in their youth
The Queen bee dismissed the one
causing the castaway to come undone...
without some ground to stand upon
or, kind support from anyone --
when trials came she stood alone
she couldn't even pick up the phone
the castaway cry's at night
tears of sadness
tears of fright
into the darkness she must go
because she's tired, and all alone.
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TigerEyes Nov 2014
I am traveling on a new road now
I am on my own
but, I don't feel alone...
I have my words to arrange
and, it may sound strange..
these characters I am creating keep me company
throughout my long writing days
This new road I am on will twist, and bend
I will have to pay attention to the road signs ahead
it is a road trip, and I have packed a suitcase full of words
and, it may sound absurd...
but, my characters are all next to me
they're so excited about what they might see..
on this new road where I find myself on my own...
and yet,  I am never alone.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jul 2013
Does anyone ever feel their life is completely over
just when it all started to begin?
I'm talking about the times we've all had
where some were good, and some were bad
n' thoughts are rushing like lightning bolts
up inside your head n'
you remember everything that was ever said...
the hurt, and the pain where nothing was gained
it only left its mark on your darkened soul
like a big empty hole
an ugly stain
you just want it washed away
n' you wish for rain
so that when you're parting ways
down separate roads
you can turn and say,
"I'll go right go left"
Yeah, you hope and n' pray
that you'll never have to feel this way
letting the rain run down your face
its mixed with salty tears...
up ahead there's wide open space
the sun is finally shining on your face
it feels like a kind of grace...
as you drive down that road
you let go of your fears
forget all the tears...
because this is your life
you're starting all over again...
it feels like a board game
n' you've just found yourself at "begin".
© 2013
TigerEyes May 2014
I was once an old '36 Ford truck driven by a very well loved man
who's face lit up so brightly carrying his tackle box of bate n' hooks
with his grandchildren by his side, and fishing poles in his hand
I loved the sound of their sweet voices when they'd climb onto my back
I carried them safely home, along with the salmon held inside their sacks
I'm very old and rusty now, but I think of them on summer days
as the sun glimmers in the distance on familiar seashore bays,
while listening to great grandchildren laughing so happily at play.
Dedicated to my Grandpa & that old 1936 Ford truck

© 2014
TigerEyes Dec 2015
You’re entering the dark shadow if you dare
be very careful when we’re there
I’ll grab a candle; now come with me
and, beware of what you're about to see
it’s going to seem so very real
you’ll be overwhelmed by all you feel
Snap! You’re locked in as we go on down
it’s the bucket you’re locked in
Down, Down, Down we go
Down to the darkest rabbit hole
Tick, tick, tick do you hear the ticking clock?
the bucket you’re inside begins to rock
You’re now strapped down in a darkened room
next to all these drooling lunes
you begin to hear a creepy tune
Their shrieks are so very loud
they feel amplified in sound
they’re all wearing ***** looking shrouds
You turn to see the grey bars as you resist
and, it’s no use as you begin to twist
you only end up with ****** wrists
Suddenly you’re being pushed in water
and, the water keeps getting hotter
there’s a long needle above your head
you search for a way out of all this dread
you awake in a cold sweat
you wonder if you’re alive or dead
Then you hear that very creepy song
a clock radio’s been playing it all along
You look up into your bathroom mirror
to discover you have disappeared.
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TigerEyes Jan 2015
Just around the corner...
there's a little place called Orange Grove where Alice likes Paul
in room 203, but Paul likes Edna who's 83
n' like little children they bicker n' fight
on Tuesdays when it's poker night
they're no different than younger folks
they still love to smile n' tell good jokes...
it's like they've been put away to die/and, there's so much sadness in their eyes..
when they're sitting all alone, and no one calls them on the phone
They still try to keep their hearts alive ---
sometimes their grandkids come to visit or, stay
but they're on Facebook the whole entire day
they struggle for words n' what to say
A quick goodbye as they wave
I don't know when I'll be back this way--

Just around the corner...
there's a little place called Orange Grove
where Joan loves Blake but she's afraid he's on the take
and, he'll break her heart again
like her first husband who's name was Ben
Blake wants to play the field
he's got his eye on a third base deal
he likes Joan cause she cooks his meals ...
but he has the hots for Sally Ford
who lives in apartment 204...

Mrs. Parks used to knit me socks
I could talk to her around the clock...
she was so funny, and so wise
there was such a twinkle in her eyes...

How I miss all those old souls
that I took the time to know...
they used to wander around Orange Grove
while trying to keep their hearts alive
they'd smile with sadness in their eyes
every time I said "Goodbye".
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TigerEyes Sep 2014
There's a sailor that I know
a type of guy that gives me love
Yeah, but then he picks up ~ Yeah, just he just goes...
Sailing off
to another port that he knows
Surprising me each n' every time
when he has an extra dime...
to have the ***** to up n' call..
as if nothing happened
between us ~ at all
I'm not some Yo-Yo you can play...
you decide you want to stay...
So listen carefully
to what it is ~ I have to say...
"Hey Sailor ~ Hey Sailor
Go take your ******* to another store
Cause' I'm not buying here ---
Oh, Sailor don't you see
You can't ever be with me...
'Cause, I've bought a vowel, or two
I've gone n' caught a big *** clue---
of the ***** Sailor inside you---
Yeah, go ahead n' sail away
You can't ever come back n' stay
cause, Sailor -- it's over - Yeah, it's the end
You can't treat me like this again.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Oct 2014
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. She wanted to hide. It was the Wikipedia man. Oh, god how he'd tell her how this band first wrote this song, and then it was developed later. And she just wasn't in the mood for Wikipedia man. The man that never let her get a word in edge wise. It exhausted her. She wanted to lay down and take a nap after she closed the door, and he left, with his cheap coupon chinese food. He meant well of course -- he just wore her out with all his words. She'd rather write them down in solitude by candlelight. With no interruptions. She had enough thoughts running through her head. She found comfort in the quiet. The stillness.

Another thing - it was just that he was always so broke all the time. She'd rather watch "Girls", and eat popcorn -- alone.

I mean, I own a library card. I'm not from -- Kansas. Not that women in Kansas are lame. That's not my point.

I know lots of things. It's just I don't need to hear them from Wikipedia Man.

I'm going to go write a novel now.
TigerEyes Sep 2014
Floating between darkness/floating between stars
Earl lived in the backwoods/
…with snow on the hills
he sharpened his knives
while counting his pills..
his dark blackened eyes..
would give way to chills..
yeah, they were shaping, and twisting so many lies…
he liked to get ******/he liked to get high..
Earl liked to do
whatever he pleased…
and, it grew n’ grew
like a darkened disease…

There once lived a girl
her name was Nadine
An innocent girl
just barely eighteen…
She knew not of wolves
that lived in her woods…

While out on
her walk…
with eyes on his prey…Earl knew in a moment
what he had to stalk.

No one in town knows where Nadine went…
Except.... Earl...he knows ...
how Nadine's days are spent.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Mar 2014
In my life I have known betrayal
It's been delivered to me in every way
placed in my mailbox
delivered express mail.
It's like a knife ****** into my heart
cutting slowly sadistically it says--
"Oh, baby -- this is just the start
this is gonna hurt...
"you're gonna **** down blood -- along with dirt"
It's put me on my knee's..
begging God/Whatever -- to rescue me
And,  I know that everyone's the same
we've all experienced hurt, and pain
It just seems like I've had more
it's shake'n me down to my core
There must be a lesson in all this
I just know I pray for bliss
to understand the reason I am here
to end my pain/to end my fear.
© 2014
TigerEyes Jul 2015
Between ourselves
between the shelves
our photographs tell our story
of a past that held so much glory
now we've both moved on
from a past that still haunts
haunts me with photographs
between the shelves
between ourselves
our story that finally ended
ended long ago in the past
our love that didn't last.
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TigerEyes Oct 2013
Between the lines
there is the truth that's left unsaid
-- words never uttered
keeping them safely trapped instead
emotions stuffed inside my head
swimming around
when I sleep at night
I begin to float above the ground
reaching out for beautiful words...
beautiful truth,
I'm searching for courage
trying hard not to be discouraged
in the darkness of my dreams
between the lines
is where truth is found it seems.
© 2013
TigerEyes Sep 2014
Between one night, and the next
between the silence of a hush
you've left my cheeks with a blush 
n' I hear your gentle foot steps walk out my door
n' my body still aches for more---
I still feel your warm breath---
melting/twisting me into you
I am your fire ~ You are my flame
This magic we make has no name---
You find yourself..
cooling me next to water  ~  cooling me by the shore
You leave me wanting
more n' more--

beneath the twilight of disappearing stars
You always say ... you won't be far--
before you go, yeah, before you leave---
You whisper these words right into me...
"Oh Baby, please can't you see--
My love -- I won't be long - I will come back -
you rock my world/you blow my mind/I don't think---
I've met your kind--
You begin where I start---
I love your magic/I love your mind
I dig your body
You're my kind---
Don't you know
you blow my mind--
Yeah, you begin where I start--
  n' you're the magic in my heart---"

(n'   ~ I know)

Between the stars that fade away  ~ between the twilight on another day,

Between one night, and the next---

between the twilight where our love is swept--
That's where all our magic is safely kept.
© 2014 Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Jul 2015
Beware of the kindness of strangers
it may be a minute too late
Ah, you have a light bulb moment
just a minute too late
that they were just users
and, lions in wait
when you find out the danger
of trusting others
who desire your favors
Ah, just a minute too late
justifying all of their hate
strangers disguised as angels
living as devils, and spreading their lies
you wish right now you'd looked into their eyes
Ah, your light bulb moment
all because...
* it was a minute too late.
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TigerEyes Apr 2015
Beyond the meadow near a wooded field
a long held mystery was revealed
                               a key...
                                       a map...
                                             a hidden door...
were all just waiting to be explored.

A small hand reaches for the key unlocking magic for a child to see...
                                      the map...
                                             the door
                                                   begin to glow
to a whispering voice...
                                      "There's more to know"
Lilith a child of nine who's convinced she's lived a million times...
                                       fluttering around from right to left....
                                       guiding her toward the path that's best.

An angel whispers once again...
                                       "Careful of creatures disguised as friends"
A force,
           or -- hand,
                     began to pull her in
                                              and, soon she began to fall, and spin.

And so the journey now begins ...
                                    Lilith wakes in Faraway
a place she dreamed to go one day.

EXT. Faraway - NIGHT



Lilith see's creatures crawling everywhere
                                         they all have green eyes, and purple hair...

                                                   TO BE CONTINUED
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Thank you for reading. This is a creative writing exercise. I'm going to keep adding onto this story  ~ when the muse strikes.
TigerEyes Dec 2015
The station wagon bounced down a dusty road toward the farm house, and Phoebe, who had just turned fifteen  felt the pit of her stomach coil, and tighten with dread. Gazing out the window she locked eyes on a bored looking cow slowly chewing a mangled knot of grass. Phoebe wondered in that moment if even the cows were more depressed in Bismarck.

Her step-father, “The Glenner”, had been too cheap to fly her back home to Oregon from a summer camp in Minnesota, and had arranged for their local minister, Cru Hayward, to pick her up along with his daughter, Lizzie. Phoebe’s sun burned skin ached as she pealed it off the sticky back seat. The air conditioner had broken down in Fargo, and the eight of them were all squeezed in like a pack of cranky sardines.  

Phoebe was going to be spending the rest of her hellish summer with complete strangers in Bismarck, North Dakota on a wheat farm complete with cows, chickens, and one grey mare along with Lizzie’s six cousins.

The car door swung open, and a large man wearing blood stained overalls with extremely bushy eye brows lunged toward them, “Why I wrecken’ it’s been goin’ on five years, Cru! Bout’ time you come home with the kids to work the farm.” He took an oily handkerchief out of his back pocket, and wiped the dripping sweat from his brows; appearing out of breath at the same time. Phoebe took note of how “Bushy Brows” had replaced the word “work” instead of “visit”, and suddenly felt as though a chicken feather was caught in the back of her throat. Cru Hayward looked stiff, and managed to put out his hand to shake Vern’s, but instead was pulled in tightly, and given a bear hug smudging the wet chicken blood on Vern’s overalls directly onto his brothers white Oxford shirt.

As Phoebe entered the farm-house a variety of scents wafted through the steamy air. Lizzie’s Aunt Doodie was nervously leaning over the kitchen sink peeling a large stack of potatoes so high they were beginning to topple off the counter one after another. An extremely obese cat  sat by her feet pushing them across the floor with as little energy possible.  Standing on a small foot stool in front of an old-fashioned *** belly stove stood, Trina, a small child around the age of five who was busy feeding a dog the size of a small pony. She appeared to be in her own unsupervised world; busily shoving strips of steaming barbecued  chicken from a platter into its wet slobbery mouth, and then licking her fingers.

Phoebe glanced into the nearby living room, and noticed the walls were decorated with handmade plaques quoting scriptures from the Bible along with various cheap prints of Jesus; like the kind you’d buy at a church fair. Small miniature figurines decorated the home throughout. An open bible lay on the arm chair of a tattered recliner.  Feeling self-conscious, and out of place, Phoebe tried to hide in one corner as she watched Lizzie hugging her Aunt Doodie’s belly wearing  a hand-made sweat shirt with “Elvis” on the front. Gospel music was playing loudly from the living room. Phoebe mumbled under her breath,  "Where's the donation jar?” Aunt Doodie’s eyes narrowed when she looked at Phoebe, “Did you say something, Dear? What’s your name?” Phoebe managed to croak out her name, and say she was just talking to herself.” Aunt Doodie gave her a wry smile, “Why you’ll have plenty of time to talk to yourself tomorrow in the wheat fields when we get you up to work at 4 a.m., Missy.” Her snarled lips faded, and she continued talking to Lizzie smiling big, “Now where were we, Lizzie darling?”

Phoebe already hated it there. It had been less than five minutes since she arrived. She began to think if she had a money left in her suit cases to take a bus home. She frantically dug in her front jeans pocket, and pulled out a piece of lint, and a dime.  

Lizzie’s cousin’s all stumbled into the kitchen wearing clothing that looked as though it had passed through several millenniums of “Goodwill Store’s” in the 1970’s. Their straw hats hung low over their  eyes, and  Lizzie could tell they were ******.  Lizzie’s cousins had all been stamped out by the same cookie cutter mold like twins. Their ages ranged from seventeen to thirteen, to age five. Trina the youngest being no doubt an accident.  Marty, the oldest at seventeen, wearing a ripped Metallica shirt was the first to speak, “Lizzie look at you! Why you all but growed up on us. I bet you’s the most popular girl in school with that pretty face of yours”. Marty was handsome in a Emelio Estevez actor kind of  way. Phoebe couldn’t help but lick his beautifully sculpted arms, and chest with her eyes; but when he caught her staring she quickly looked down at her shoes. She felt her face burning with embarrassment.

Aunt Doodie turned around swiftly on her bare heal with a large milk pail in her hands. "I'll be back girls. I'm out to the barn to milk the cow for supper. Don't break anything."
Twila was sixteen with black eye liner under her eyes, and red lipstick. She suddenly leapt onto Lizzie from behind, and covered her eyes while wrapping her large chicken fried steak fed legs around her. Her hair was curly, and extremely frizzy like it had not seen a comb in it for several years.  Twila whispered, “Hey Lizzie, who’s your dweebie friend? Don’t look like she can smile much. Maybe our cat got her tongue. She looks like one of those uptight city girls!” Lizzie couldn’t hold onto Twila any longer, and tried to drop her down gently. A loud “thud” bounced the floors as she fell. The inside of a nearby china closet rattled as she hit the floor forcing a glass plate to fall, and break. “Ahh  ****! That’s mama’s favorite platter.” Twila looked straight into Phoebe’s eyes, “We’ll just have to blame it on you, Phoebe. You just keep your mouth shut about it!” Ignoring that Twila had just accused her of breaking a platter Phoebe heard Lizzie mumble, “Oh, this here is my friend from home. We both went to summer camp in Minnesota together, and we’re her ride back home to Oregon.” Phoebe at this point was already imagining a large pig shaped nose on Twila's face; and not the kind that was cute. Twila glared, “Looks like you in lots of trouble now city girl”, and walked away with her cousins leaving her to stand alone in the decorated gospel room near the kitchen.

Phoebe wondered if she landed in some kind of Twilight Zone episode that had not been written yet. She decided to go for a walk all alone on the wheat farm until someone called after her for supper. Phoebe was lonely but she was lonely at home with her mom, and step-father too. They always left her to fend for herself, and her mother rarely spoke to her.  Phoebe felt as though it was like living with two ghosts you can hear; but can't see.  Besides, she had decided that this summer would be spent working on her writing. She had always wanted to be an author, after all, she had always noticed everything.
Her thought was broken when she heard someone say, “That sister Twila of mine is mean as a snake. Don’t pay no attention to her. To this day I feel like I must have been adopted. Hi, my name’s Shawna.” Shawna had a beautiful face, and was tall for her age. She stood about 5’8 with long blond hair making her look almost like a mermaid with her fair complexion. “My twin sister, Shaylynn, went into town to rent a movie for us all to watch tonight. We ain’t got internet. I think she said “Back To The Future” was finally available, or maybe it was “Jurassic Park”. Have you met Joel yet? He’s about your age. He’s always hanging around the bowling alley with them local boys. Don't know what they even have to say to one n' other. It's not like anything ever happens in this town.” Shawna seemed like the nicest out of all of Lizzie’s cousins as she reached out to give her a hug. Phoebe smiled politely saying, "If you don't mind I think I'm going to go for a walk. I think I need some air" while waving a quick goodbye.

When she returned from her walk she opened her journal to page one, and this is when it all began to get very interesting.

My Summer In Bismarck & Other Quirky Observations

by, Phoebe Snow

August 7th, 2015

The horizon seems to encircle this entire small farm as if someone drew with an orange crayon around it like a child would on paper, or perhaps with white chalk on the sidewalk. Everywhere I look it seems flat; and at night the moon hangs so low in the sky with the brightest stars next to it than I think I've ever seen in my fifteen years of life. Lizzie's Aunt, and Uncle, and all her cousins talk funny too. It's like they stretch out their "o's" when they speak. Kind of like hearing a bike tire that's going flat with a pin hole in it. It seems forever for it to finally run out of air; and sometimes you just want it over with as fast as possible. That's how they talk. I'm always finishing their sentences in my head ten minutes ago. These people seem so foreign, and yet I know them like a story.

Journal entry: August 16th, 2015

Marty has come into my room. He is standing in the doorway with  his chest pushed out. He is seventeen, and I am fifteen. I know what he wants by the gleam in his eyes. I won't give it to him.

I got up from my bed, and closed the door on his feet. Silently. I left the scent of coconut oil on my body drift toward him. An invitation; but not yet.
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This is the start of a novel. Thank goodness for starts.
TigerEyes Nov 2015
Bismarck Bessie was her name
n’ she could shoot as well
as Calamity Jane
She could out run those bad boys
(like Jesse James)
riding her horse backwards
n’ put ‘em to shame
Now, Bismarck Bessie was on her game
Ahead of her time that’s for sure
cause she was all about women's rights
Oh, she raised some hell
and, liked to spit n’ fight
n’ speak her mind
Hell, on any night!
She had a flame in her soul
and, furious eyes
that could light up a room
when she spotted lies
She was brave, and bright
n’ true to herself
never believe’n in some White Knight
Oh, sure there was Bill n’ Bobby
and, Robbie Joe…
one things for sure
this I know…
Bismarck Bessie was true to her soul.
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TigerEyes Dec 2015
You road up on your black horse....
ten years ago
keeping all your dark secrets from my
a magician of sorts dancing from track to track
S.A. stands for....
(liquid mercury disguising truth from fact)
My haven't you gotten good?*
twisting words so they're misunderstood
Black horse, black horse just go away
cause this Princess Bride has run off today
to leave your sorry *** in the grass....
snarl n' grind your teeth like you do
kick n' buck have a fit it's you --

All my friends form a circle now
protecting me with their light somehow
so just go hurt some other girl
cause this one's built a whole new world.
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TigerEyes Jun 2015
The devil made me do it
All night, night, night
That's right, right, right
He came to visit inside my head
It started on a Monday
and, ended on a Sunday
Devil went n- shook me
until he was satisfied n' took me
higher than the sky
then he looked me in the eye
say'n Uh-shhh-baby/Uh-uh/Shhh-baby
Black is white/wrong is right
The Devil made me do it
all night, night, night
took me to the sky
looked me in the eye
say'n Uh-shhh-baby/Uh-uh/Shhh-baby
Come with me tonight
I submit to your delight
Let me have your soul
and, I'll give you full control
take this fruit I give
through eternity you shall live.
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TigerEyes Jan 2014
You want to cut me
make me bleed to make me pay for
what you imagine ...
are all my evil deeds.
But if you think that these were my goals
to somehow damage what's inside your soul
You need to take a closer look
cause honey,
I gave n' gave...
n' you were so happy ...with what you took
You've cut me off
n' my name has somehow earned all your hatred,
and your spiteful scoff
n' it seems like there's nothing I can do
to make it up to you
I always tried to do my best
the truth is ...
I could never pass your tests.
That bar was always set too high...
leaving nothing but sad tears in my eyes.
© 2014
TigerEyes Nov 2014
I will seek
in darkness, and in light
to find every buried treasure
that glistens bright.
hidden /waiting...
to be found
like all the gold that's glistening
within the ground
intuition picks up on every sound
our spirits
really have no bounds.
I know inside
what is true
I see shimmering gold
reflected in the eyes of me, and you.
I will search far, and wide...
for all the answers that may reside
buried deep like fortune
inside my soul
for me to hold
I will share
my buried treasure
to all I meet
I will carry this treasure
to their feet.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Nov 2014
I'm calling you from miles--
and miles away
my thoughts are with you

there's just one thing I want to say...
I never wanted to say goodbye
cause you're like the stars that shine in the night
I need your love/I need your light
and, you know -- you're the only one that makes me feel
Yeah, you make me feel--
like everything's gonna be alright
So Baby, won't you please pick up your phone
I just wanna hear your voice tonight--
cause I'm feel'n down, and all alone...
Won't you please bring back your love, and fire--
cause, Baby in this whole entire world
don't you know you're the only one that I desire
I'm calling you from miles, and miles away---
you're the only one that makes me feel
Yeah, you make me feel ---this way
I'm wishing on a star in the midnight sky
n' I'm telling the man on the moon...
I never really wanted to tell you ---goodbye---.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove
TigerEyes Apr 2015
Be careful
accept change
keep your balance through all the fires
through all your rain
because nothing ever stays the same
in this life /yeah, in this life
you can always count on the rain
if you're alive, and still breathing
there's no escape/yeah, there's no cheating
it's the one thing about living that remains the same
like gravity
it just exists
you can try to check out/numb up
whatever it is you do to get ****** up
but you can't out run it
it's like the devil
it's just there/it doesn't care
it's laughing at you when you feel like dying
oh man, oh man - I know you're crying --
yeah, it all just kind of snuck up
a careful hunter that's always there
it wants your soul/it wants your breath
it won't be happy until it smells death
now you're gone/yeah, you're gone
Yeah, n' there's no telling for how long

Keep your balance through all the fires
through all your rain
because you'll wake up the next morning
and, everything will be the same
be kind toward the friend inside
and, tell yourself you can get through the fires
you can survive all your rain
you can find peace, and harmony
even in the midst of all your pain
carefully walking through every change.
TigerEyes Dec 2014
It was the last thing you expected but it was the last thing that brought you down
It was the last thing you expected but you'd been living on the edge for quite some time n' now you find yourself living on your last
                                                                ­                                            dime
                ­                                                                 ­                                dime
                                                            ­                                                          dime.
A­nd all your guru's, and your saints they're all just a memory that's barely faint n' now you're living a life that feels so unkind/Yeah, you owe the man that owns your time/working through the day with little food n' little pay/

n' you remember when you were young oh, how you laughed oh, how you sung /you never thought you'd end up this way n' that you would have to pay just to breathe in simple air/Yeah - you were taught that life was fair/
when you see how others steal just to score their next big deal
n' you did everything that was right yeah, you gave it your best fight..

It was the last thing to take you down
                                                            ­     down
                                                            ­             down...
Now that you're no longer round they're making a killing off your rings/all your jewelry/books n' things

They've cashed in on everything that you owned/that you ever cherished/they've now sold

They're now the proud owners of all your gold,

What a pity you didn't know before you decided to up n' go.
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TigerEyes Sep 2015
Chained to her bed
she was shaking
Yeah, she looked dead
sliding off she hit head
didn't know that cops could be that tough
didn't know they could be that rough
the inhumanity and,
the lack of dignity
I had so much sympathy
I was trying not to stare
but I couldn't look away
because I cared
I wanted to set her free
I wanted her to
like a butterfly
I just wondered
"Why, Oh-Why?"
And that's when I began to cry
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TigerEyes Jan 2014
In the city that never sleeps
you walk the city streets
to pass the time
Wishing I was yours...
While I'm wishing you were mine
You wander through the night
haunted by my love
haunted by my ghost..
I have gone though...
I couldn't stay
it's best this way
you stare at all the blinking lights...
in a haze...
way past midnight
I am here
you are there
I have gone...
the song plays on.
© 2013
TigerEyes Jan 2014
You're good at talking your way into the hearts of women
only to rip them out later
when you've had your fun
when you're good and done..
like a Lion
you swagger away
happy with your catch of the day
happy you got your way
and that she was dumb enough to think you cared
when the truth is..
she was just another girl to snare
in your collection of hearts
you're happy she didn't catch on from the start
Cause' you've left her bleeding on the floor
as you exit the front door...
So you move on..
the night is still young..
for the next ****...
for your next one.
© 2014

Dedicated to the "x" that burned me the most. (You know who you are... lol!)  Thanks for the muse.  ; )
TigerEyes Oct 2014
I've been pulled up toward your naked sun
tell me this /this is true/this is real
it has all begun...
This flame inside is burning/burning/burning
a true love like a newfound song/a total yearning
Yearning, yearning, yearning...
Cool me down/hold me down/I want to feel your warm breathe on me
all around/Yeah, all around/You're my hero/you're so strong
Pull me in/Yeah, all night long---
I confess I've thought about you many times, honey
throughout my day during all my stillness...
wondering the things you'd whisper/yeah, what you'd say
looking out my kitchen window in a daydream way
It can be the smallest thing where I find I've pulled you in...
I'm inside your naked sun being tossed n' turned
a flame that stays lit all night long
I feel your gentle soul that's so real/yeah, so kind/so strong
your soul feels like it's inside mine
so in this life/we toss n' turn/within a shared dance
in this life/Yeah, in this/a lifetime of total chance...
Where our moments together just last/and last/where we laugh n' dance n' dance...
Where there is no time/Yeah, there's no space/I've met you again
You are the one love/the one soul I crave...
again, and again
tumbling n' tossing all over /yeah, all over
forever n' ever/all over n' over again.
© Krisselle S. Cosgrove 2014
TigerEyes Feb 2015
Conversations with strangers
have opened up my eyes
to all the interesting ways in which
people have lived their lives
like magical characters inside a book
I want to keep turning the pages
to find out the path they took
I have often wondered
as I travel from here to there
how we can connect with strangers
Their story might not be yours
perhaps they're here from Singapore
they miss their children/they miss their wife
but still they look you in the eyes, and smile
It's the conversations with strangers
that have left me feeling *inspired
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TigerEyes Dec 2015
Dance it out upon the stage Oh, then dance it out upon the page
work it, work it, Baby, don't give up
groove it out, groove it up
cause, Baby, you got moves that so twist it up
Sweat it out,  bust it up n' then shout it out
tap your feet up n' down
n' I promise
I promise Baby, you'll tap that sadness upside down
in the streets in Hollywood
the traffic's crazy
in dat' hood just close your eyes n' do a dance
all you have to do is just take a chance....
Yeah, chance, chance, chance
n' dance, dance, dance
spin around to these hot sounds /to all these cats drumming beats
Choreography here
smiling with hats n' canes you tap across the stage
like Fred Astaire you walk on air
air, air, air ---
who cares if it's just the street
you're smiling now with dancing feet
Cause Baby, you got moves that twist it up
Work it, work it, work it --
Baby, you just shine n' don't give up.
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This is for all the struggling writers/artists that I've met, and love.
TigerEyes Mar 2015
I see musical notes dancing, and kicking across the stage
as Broadway lights flash upon the written words on each page
with the stoke of a pen I breathe some air
into a character like Fred Astaire
There's no business like show business--
I know

And, fade into the part where the two lovers begin to sing a song --
Yes, as they dance along --
and, they sing like they're in heaven
yes, they're like two blooming flowers in the Spring -- it's true love - the real thing
that boy see's nothing but stars within her twinkling eyes
that make him dance n' sing n' smile --
He tips his hat like that - yes, like this, and - then like that,
step, tap  
step,  tap
step, clack
Then she spins around like this leaning in to give a kiss
but then she playfully pulls on back
just before laying a little smack
yes, she playfully pulls away --
she wants him to court her a certain way --
step, tap

Oh, and the boy is confused by all of this
he just wants a little kiss
so he works hard to get it right
Oh, how he wants to hold her tight --
He bows to her like a Princess as it were
She so cutely leans in -
and, you just know it's so all over for this guy named Jim
then the lights begin to fade
as they both sing n' dance across the stage --

and, the love that these two have found
started out with a familiar sound
with the stroke of a pen
I will breathe air into them again.
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