Up ahead past frozen trees,
lies a timeless crystal valley,
while some still stand unfrozen here,
in rows of wooden alley,

I step in past behemoth guards,
who protect a prism palace,
as cleanest waters pure and clear,
rush down on earthly ballast,
a chance to sip of sacred wine,
inside a holy chalice,

Roots run deepest in this spot,
away from light,
below,
while tallest branches touch the sky,
all blanketed insnow,
as orchestra's of crystal chimes,
prepare another show,

When one should gaze upon it,
this ancient wooded sight,
as steam is rising steadily,
as daylight moves to night,
night draws down it's curtain,
as stars now shine a lovely light,

Your breath is taken with it,
& frozen there in time,
as daylight changes scenery,
angelic voices chime,
when telling of the beauty here,
I'd say this place sublime,

A wooded lucent heaven,
it's hard to put in words,
I close my eyes to dream again,
and listen to the birds,
and for every other lovely sound,
I hope my ears have heard,

My breath & I,
just cannot linger,
in beauty's frozen place,
where every branch is laden white,
on gaurded trees of ancient grace,
where all adorned with icicles,
& brilliant snowy patterned lace,

The atmosphere is full of vapor,
as the dew point has been hit,
condensing incandescent tears,
low flying clouds now sit,
so near the ground in steamy fog,
translucently still lit,

It captivates my every sense,
as frozen gates unlock,
I do my best to look away,
though all I do is gawk,
I peer inside to check the time,
...if any on the clock,

Sadly here,
not time for me,
inside this sleepy glen,
where birds & death,
they wait assured,
a thorny crown,
in safest den,
boreal a chickadee,
the livest a tiny wren,

Perhaps to come another day,
I stay inside past frozen gates,
I cannot know the how and when,
my thread of life is cut by Fates,
the three Keres I see in there,
it seems I can't manipulate,

I do not know the way to here,
amidst the wafting fog,
when all again will seem anew,
in Spring & newborn frog,
where lovely woodland creatures,
come out from mossy log,

I so wish I could stay here too,
where now the only sound,
is one of snowflakes softly falling,
upon this hallowed ground,
I do not know where I am going,
or where I'm finally bound,

Though I will try again in Spring,
to see my way back here,
I came here with a fear of death,
but left inside that fear,
as little Winter fairies whisper,
of hope into my ear,

I am grateful for today,
with new hope for tomorrow,
I'm walking out of here tonight,
relieved of all my earthly sorrow,
I walk ahead,
now unconcerned,
if no more time...
at all to borrow.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

I wish your camera could capture my inner landscape
for at times It would show rows of lush green meadows, deep still waters and vibrant rainbows.

I wish your camera could capture my heart ache
for at times you would see turbulent winds with violent black holes, jagged nails and deep buried gold.

I wish a your camera could capture my imagination
for you would see a worlds inisde worlds covered in oceans of pink, a dispay of unseen colours one could not possibly think.

I wish your camera could capture my thoughts
for you would see a rusty old machine operating with frozen cogs, attempting to function in a blazing fog.

I wish your camera could capture my mind
for you would finally understand this pain of mine.

I remember the ambiguous feeling
of my bedhead
and the streets of copenhagen.
Feeling both like the Arthur who
pulled the sword from the stone,
and an Arthur who dropped
valuable spirits.
Laughable, embarrassed, tasteless.
The blanket of shame
engulfed me
overshadowing the worries of
aspirations and moves
with a black nothingness,
and an
insecure space.
As if I was some free hand out
in a drug store.

I remember the guy
who held my heart,
but never received it,
since I was
too scared,
too vulnerable,
to give it to him.

I remember the guy
who opened up my doors
making me believe the
impossible possible.
Only to get hit by a bus.
My friend driving.

I remember the drunken world.
The countless mistakes
which dance around in it.
All of us joining the
crazy parade.

I remember the keen men,
their thirsty, desperate looks,
off-point comments
and unfamiliar habits.
I remember my thought-train
and the uncomfortable
feeling
of being liked.

I remember the good feelings,
the happy hours,
which later became
questionable.
My mind’s world at war.

I remember disappointment.
The sour liquid
in my veins,
weakening my
positive movement.
Dying for the
satisfactory covers
of my bed.

And I remember me.
Protagonisting my way through
the jungle of a love life.
I.

and so I shatter.
my own absorber of maladies
remover of toxins; the internal kind
my Ambergis protection
my broken bracelet.

I'll collect the beads
but you will never be rebuilt.

*so i don't really see the point

We are all just little dreamers,
With ambition and goals in our head.
Through rallying cries and vocal screamers,
We keep marching until we are dead.
Our hopes lay over the horizon,
Our fears dwell in the valleys below.
The gold in the sunset we keep our eyes on,
Is better than what we already know.

Our cast is made up of broken smiles,
And eyes that have seen real hell.
And although we've suffered different trials,
We unite under the same rallying bell.
Learning from our ancestors before us,
We carry their badge in our hearts.
In their rallying cries we form our chorus,
In this symphony we all play our parts.

And they won't silence us until we are done,
Until all our demands have been met.
If our bodies go down by the blast of the gun,
More of us will arrive you can bet.
It takes more than a bullet to **** an ideal,
And we will stand by it to the end.
Consider this cry our grand reveal,
Of the fallen hearts on the mend.

Waiting
for
A sweet seed
A perching bird

Her smile lightens up my day
Everyone knows her for her kindness
Lovingly she would be your friend
Perhaps she is all love but I'm not sure..

Maybe I'm crazy but thought I saw tears in her face
Examining her closer she rubs it away

Instead she smiles at me at and walks away

Am I positively sure, well she seems quieter than before
Most of the time she'd laugh but nowadays not so much.

But why does she keep smiling like normal
Really I want to  understand
Of all the ways she could react
Kindly she smiles at everyone
Even though she does need to
Never letting anyone see her break apart

It's been a while since we last spoke,
3 years to be precise, but who's counting anyway, not me.
Definitely not me.
By the way I unfriended you on facebook,
I figured it's about time, I mean after 3 years of radio silence,
a long term girlfriend for you,
and a series of unsuccessful hookups for me,
I figured it's about time I gave up the illusion of being friends with you.
Every now and then I look you up,
and thanks to your disregard for security and privacy settings,
I stalk you, and her.
She seems nice, positive, bubbly,
committed to all the right causes,
I cannot really find any reason to dislike her. Shame.
Perhaps if I said yes the second time round, or the third,
perhaps if we hadn't been so young and had another go,
perhaps if you said yes, when I eventually felt so,
we'll never know.