Sarah Mulqueen

Sarah Mulqueen Apr 2014

Once was a little humming bird
So innocent & true
He loved a good adventure
But longed for something new

Singing his sweetest tune
He flew
Unsure of where & how he knew
That the distant land would hold something much less than fulfilling

For that little humming bird
Had been searching foreign lands
Wanting excitement & ambience but was missing so much more

So now that little humming birds sings to a different tune
He's now searching inside himself to be happier & strong
For within finding his inner peace he saw further than ever imagined

Sarah Mulqueen Apr 2014

A Simple Hello?

When you smile a smile that's warming&tru;;
The one receiving it may no longer feel confused or blue.
Such a simple gesture
To be acknowledged
A Feeling you can't easily express
When in a single moment they understood you.
The weight of the world
lifted
By a complete stranger,
It's almost unheard of now.

Do you even know your neighbors?
Or the names of those servers at your childhood dairy?

LOST
SCARED
ALONE
But would you ask a stranger for help?
I was taught to "Never speak to strangers"
But I soon learnt that had a flaw,
How are we to meet different walks of life
If we ignore every passerby?

Sarah Mulqueen Apr 2014

Hide The Transcripts Of My Mind, In The Old Wooden Case.

Crumbling away into the ocean
The tides weathered you over time.
A rustic beauty that suits better with age.
I long to know your story&where;, it all began
So at peace and content,
many pass you by without a second glance.

I believe not a single being can tear you down to size.
For your always caught by your own demise,
With so much to offer
&evenmore; to gain;
Do you ever wonder how they go insane?

I hope you keep at your story
Maybe locked in a wooden case,
For the stories given up on were never worth the chase.

Sarah Mulqueen Mar 2014

Untitled

Music*
Infects the mind.
Never stay
*inside the lines

Sarah Mulqueen Mar 2014

Swinging Through "Space"

Suspended on this apparatus
Dangling, Swaying
No true sense of time
Everything being portrayed to be fine.
Fine?
No, That word's not mine?
Simply borrowed from a friend of mine.

The perfect peace ascends down
From the beautiful stratosphere.

Continually unsure of how it all works
My small contribution barely making a scratch on the surface

So why are we always wanting more?
More "space" for my "Things"
More "time" in my day
More "money" for my 'things"
More acknowledgement for my "time"
Surely we can be happier with less?
For I feel at ease barely scratching the surface...

Sarah Mulqueen Mar 2014

For A Friend

If I could write in but one book,
Fill all the spaces,
Nook to crook.
A soft leather cover would be my chosen look.
This, my signature
Or will an Alter Ego sit better on the cover?
For if I wrote in but one book
I wouldn't become "run of the mill"
Captivation and surprise, while keeping you suspended close to the edge.
For there's a fine line between a good book & bad
I hope I keep a steady hand
For if I could write in but one book,
My life's compilation,
My signature book.

Sarah Mulqueen Mar 2014

Inbrace your inner child

Whats happened to all
"The little things in life"?
Am I the only one who takes in a breath of appreciation for my surroundings?
Am I alone amongst the foliage and canapay of nature? Loving its raw beauty, with all it has to offer.
I just long to get amongst it
From frolicing through a field, falling, laughing in fits of pure joy.
Splashing, paddling, shrieking with excitement amongst the cooling waves.
To sitting in silence, watching the tranqual change from day to night. Colours with such vibrance and flavor I can't help but get lost in time.