Cheer up, dear
it's only a moment.
you're sitting through a sunrise
that's taking longer than it promised.
those kisses that you remember
are no better then the ones
waiting in front of you.
remember where you came from
and look to where your going
your smile is so radiant
your soul so strong.
keep striving on with diligence
because the new day is about to dawn
and when you see the bright light
you'll realize how much you're meant
to really be and become.

this girls got it down
when she stomps on the ground
the whole town
looks around
"say what"
what
what
what
(no thanks, macklemore)
when she flips her hair,
and it's in dee air
the boys all go
"heyyoo"
and shout the whole dayyo
caz look here allison
i know you like peanut butter cookies
and your percy jackson bookies
and singin' josh groban
like (you gotta be jokin')
really girl,
you think you got it goin'!
you inspired me
and to climb up in this tree
and write this poem
just so i could show em
that i can take it
as well as dish it
and girl
you the best roommate
you got the best traits
even though you keep me up
caz you be watching 30 rock
and wearing my fav pair of socks
but that okay
caz with you girl, every day
is a par-tay

When i read your poems
I am happy to see
that love is still among many
even though it may be hard to see…

striving to make sense of our feelings
our deep and inner dispositions
when we are presented with this thing,
this thing, someone named "love"

because people
with there beaten and broken hearts
the medication, alcohol and ailments
do not heal or stop this predicament…

it is so hard to see the light
my friends, look beyond the situation

everything is as meant to be.
though hard to see

your life is held in the palm of a hand
whose gentle care will never end

so raise your head
and stand up tall

you are one among all
whose hearts have been broken

but you, this individual
my friend, you are

for I am a witness to say,
you are a blessing to me every day

Too scared to take another step
too tired to go all the way
too deep to back out and start over
my heart always kept at bay

why is it in this society
we shape our actions so sharp
our fears, our concerns, our inner strives
so clothed in our never-ending doubt

we need to look to light
so keen and soft and true
that is always sure to bring us
back as we begin to brew

sweet and longing tales of old
that keep our hearts so soft
like clay in the potters hand
or creation in the makers land

not always an overcoming bliss...
love is...
conversing with a friend over a sad event that happened in there day,
stopping for a minute in the playground with your brother to play
showing steps in a math problem for your little sister
spreading the cheese over the lasagna for your mom and her mister
carrying grocery bags to an elderly person's car
picking up a **** in a yard
letting someone know some insight you have on a particular action
looking into someone's eyes and absorbing how they feel (for a minute, forget attraction)

doesn't have to be relatable.
doesn't have to be fun.
but this is the kind of love,
that when you give it,
you can't help but feel
some warmth coming from somewhere out there
and unwillingly, unknowingly
makes it's way inside your heart.

Quiet echoing
                         tranquility loosens me
                                                                 *I bask in your love

After tending sheep,
He reads the worn Hymnal and
Dozes by the fire

Why do you rob me?

toys,                                            (phones, laptops, headphones, music..)
times with friends,                   (won't you have a drink? a smoke?..)
times with family,                    (ugh i hate them..)
food,                                           (don't eat that..)
dances,                                        (lemme touch you..)
body image,                               (you looked better….)
photographs,                             (fake smiles..)
dates,                                           (***..)
religion                                       (haha.. wait. you don't really believe that.. do you?)

If only
you could be just a little more
****** up
so every one else
could see
some of what I see.

Sincerely,
one of the victims,
of this preposterous, soul diminishing system.
just an anonymous person,
who can't embrace anything but your beliefs in the right column. (oh so certain...).

do me this solid
and keep up with the

tired and over exhilarated
won't you ask me how im

learning to dig
inside my heart for my most recent

emotions are so awful they keep me
running for more and i can't

really see exactly where I'm
going to where im supposed to be trying to

understand how i feel is like
learning Chinese upside down, underwater, while having a tea party with an octopus

i guess ill just take the stairs and maybe i
could actually finish a

great deal of me feels
like i need to buy a nice looking

man and make him cook me spicy
omelets and he'll look quite **** under

my umbrella on the purple rooftops that i
decided to jump on my way to

work has been lowsy too many
people wishing for something and here i

am trying to finish a sentence i think
i might need to go back to grade school and take

an english course.

When lovers embrace
I can't help but take notice
this world's love and peace.

Have you ever noticed
that when the unrelenting season
of air as crisp as the taste of september apples
comes washing in like the crash of sea upon the dry sand

It is on a day such as this,
on a walk I see
the meandering pines
stretching their hands to the sky
No longer appearing like branches,
they certainly look like roots.

As so.

When the summer is gone.
Perhaps the world is all upside down.
As I am upside down
without you.

The moment
i reached over to you
and whispered in your ear
(over the hard piece separating us)
and I whispered
"Wish you were in town...."
"Why?" he asked turning from the stage..
"Well... because..
                                                       ­     * because I love how you kneel at church
                                                          ­     how you always seem to be around
                                                          ­     how you perk up your eyebrows
                                                              **­w we talk about how God graced us
                                                              ­how you are so smart. In Anatomy and Psychology
                                                      ­         how your eyes make my shoulders slump
                                                           ­ (I think it's because my chest collapses, must be somethin' in there)
                                                          ­   because you asked me to an opera
                                                             how you smile after I mess up
                                                             that you open up doors for me
                                                             I love your funny Dr. Fischer impressions
                                                     ­         that you work in an italian restaurant
                                                      ­        and play the guitar and go to church to praise God
                                                              **­w your lips seem so incredibly soft
                                                            ­  and I lose myself in your eyes....

-"I was wondering if you could go to the Sadie-Hawkins dance with me?"
-"I would love to Sophie!"

-"I just thought you would have already been asked!"                                 red
-"No, I don't have *that many women chasing after me" wink
-"Hah, yeah I couldn't imagine why." wink

                                                      
                                                             .................................................................­............................................*Sigh

i can't help but lay my love at your feet
my dearest love of mine

your essence has captivated my vision
my heart, my soul and my mind.

there is love among the snow capped trees
upon the porch faintly lit,
among the cross that stands on the steeple,
even the water trickling from the fountains tip

it is all i see,
all i want,
all i need,
all i sought

so you my love,
i have finally seen,
allowed me to die to my soul
a softening, ever gentle renewal

no winter is not sharp,
no winter is not mean,
winter is the reminder that
we are to melt body and spirit;
and rise up again with spring

Relentless trav'lers
know not the peace of farmers'
ordinary life

how can i explain….

i
  have
     no
        words
               to
                   say

how do i show you….

im
    lost
          at
            this
                crossroad­

Do you hear it?
the male cricket sings
the swallow sings
the bees sing
we sing
                                                            ­                        even if it's in the hollow of our hearts
we dance                                                            ­       even if it's in the hollow of our bodies
we Desire                                                         ­       even if we keep it hidden under our skirts
and you can't contain it
                                                              ­                    girls and boys, don't you lie
Food,
Power,
Money,
***,
Chaos
                              ­                                                   and yet im sitting here like really?
                                                                ­                 I am so low!
                                                                ­                 How can i revel in such lowliness??
                                                     ­                            Oh, do i revel in my desire.
Do you want to know why i am like this?
                                                           ­                      because I am human.
Desire
Desire
Desire

We were given this
All in an attempt
to bring us ever closer
to His heart.

"Contented" he said

"Contented" I repeated

we laughed under stars.

Here I am
wasting time
im gone a little
gone in time

I tried not to notice
the leaving day
by afternoon
i was gone away

the flowers sleep
your widows peak
summer iced tea
long and deep

blurred by vision
set in stone
i sat those nights
when i was alone

the gaze you gave
to those long lost stars
i wanted to save
keep in my jar

want to laugh like you used to
laugh in the day
laugh in the mornin'
laugh in the haze

i drew in a breath
it caught your gaze
in the shimmer and the haze
in the bronze of those days

gimme that smile
i knew so well
that day you met
my sorry soul

in the blues and the greens
and the songs and the trees
in the suns and the bees
in the moons and the seas

ill stay with you
for all of time
my heart is yours
all of mine

i'll pray for you
to the God i love
ill pray for you
to God above

the laughs we shared
the times we dared
there not a waste
there my endeavor

believe in me
believe in you
believe in us
and we'll see through

the darkened light
the drearier night
the dreaded times
the evil sights

the world we live in
the world we fight
the dusty morns
the cool of night

now friend, i,
know you struggle with the way you look,
the grades you get,
the fish you net,
your girlfriend next,
your tired dad,
your long lost soul
and long lost bet

but life is short,
(and so am i)
i'll pray to God
you'll get by

and if it's my last breath
i'll give to you
my last lie
i'll lie for you

i've never wished to die
never wished to die
but i'd sure do
if i left your side

so here i go
this is the end
of the song i wrote
for you my friend

miss you now
miss you then
miss you next year
when i'll send

a postcard from
far away
beyond the days
beyond those days...

Tea for two
beside the ocean blue
i looked inside my cup
just outta luck
saw the titanic old
my vision i told
to my mate sitting
next to me knitting,
Look here! i said,
I'm not kiddin!
a ships in there!
..."oh, thats too much to bare"
my mate said as he leaned
over to see, but the sunlight beamed,
and he could not see
the titanic that would sink

the moment on the top of Mount Shasta,
           peering over the vast green landscape,
walking beside the Yuba river,
           bubbling and overflowing in blue and green hues
underneath the willow tree in my back lawn,
          it is reaching down to envelope me.

It is silence.
         more than all the clatter of noiseless gongs trying to prove worth
It is goodness.
         more than the righteousness we believe we have
It is oneness.
         more united than the waters on the surface of this earth.

50% of the world resides in darkness
why do we keep running from it?
Embrace what comes in the night
grief,
death,
aging,
sagging,
anxiety,
fear,
the horror,
how it aches in my bones
                                                       because at times i feel so
                                                                                                                                 nothing
(lost in the terrain of my heart)

only through the darkness
can i see with clear vision
it is through grasping, hugging, holding and caressing all these grievances
that i can use them as a foundation, a step, to climb
higher
higher
higher

to finally see something
                                                and what is it,
                                                                                                  but only
                                                                                                                                                           the day.

compassion

a glimpse
out of this world

into the Divine

I
told
you
that it is
easy to
feel
the community
when you
have to be alone.

but I
never thought
that
I would
feel
alone
amidst
all
of
these
people

little implications
that there may be something bigger
lies under my foundation i've build under the belief that there simply
is
something bigger

why you reveal yourself
in twinkling of babies eyes
in crinkling of maroon leaves under my feet
in the hint of bitter nostalgia sitting in my soy milk of my peppermint tea

out of all things living and lasting
                                   out of all planets and stars rising, falling, suspending
                                                      ­                                                      out of all people born, dying and living


                                                       ­          Am I a Seed or a Remnant.

"One of the secrets of life,
is that all that is really worth the doing
is what we do for others."

Trappist monks singing                                          s
            ­                                                                 ­   t
                                                          ­                 h
Hymns and incense ascending                g
                                    ­                              i
                               ­                              e
to their very                            *h

You are the King of my heart,
even though it doesn't feel that way.

and I so often desire to do things against your will

help me to place Your will above my will

for I desire that resilient, abiding peace which comes with this
but also Your Heavenly Kingdom,

where I may only praise, love and contemplate You,
forever more.

Love,
Sophie