"Reflections"

Dreamy girls' reflections at sea, a photo by Amsterdam RAIL on Flickr.

I think that I am missing something
Forgetting the importance of the night
  Remembrance, reflection, relating
  Ridiculous, ranting, raving
There is a word that people use
  On this night - resolution
I think that I am missing something
Forgetting the importance of the word
  Relevant, repetitious, resolutions
Maybe I am not the one missing it
Forget empty promises & live life


  

The sun

I knew you, when the sun was brighter and warmer. I would bask in your light, as you shined, illuminating our home. You were brilliant! You were beautiful! You were amazing! You were my sun and I was your sunshine. These things cannot last long - they never do. I can't remember why you faded. I don't remember how or when. I do know that there is still a light inside of you - behind the pain. I remember you, shining like the sun. I remember sitting at your feet and dreaming of being everything that you were - then. I remember praying for your beauty to be passed down to me. I loved you like a flower loves the sun - following you, drinking you into me, growing off of your energy. But when a sun dies, it becomes a black-hole. I was sucked in. I was crushed. When you blackened, I lost my sun - not my love. Now I pray that I can shine upon you. I dream that we could shine together - for I love you - now and always, my sun.

A lost feeling

Eyes closed, just for a moment

it feels like slipping into the past

time-traveling in my living room

Advert my eyes from what is

and float back into that feeling

where optimism & hope live

The silence is beautiful, I miss it

every time I find it & I remember

the feeling of being alone & happy

Submerged in a pool of reminiscing

thoughts tend bubble to the surface 

memories of self bursting in the air

Moving to a new state of mind.

I hate moving! I just wanted to get that out there, but I don't feel any better about it. I have been moving for the last month. It is horrible - the chaos & unruly laundry hampers everywhere.

My life is a big ball of stress and I have fallen into a stress-induced walking-coma. I'm here, the lights are on, but no one is answering the freakin' doorbell. The worst part is that I am in the attic, looking out the window wondering what's going on & why I can't find the door. Its hard to explain, especially since I'm not sure what is going on - its not an emotional roller-coaster, its an emotional blender. I have feelings a'la baby food.

Too many analogies? Maybe. But its important for me to try and explain the inexplicable- my mind.

A tongue lashing

Working with women is dangerous. I hate loathe working with all women. This is the kind of environment that breeds contempt, betrayal, viciousness & an ongoing onslaught of Mother's Natures Monthly 'Gift' - it is ugly, folks.

Flash back to my second assignment as an office 'temp' at one of a random bank's operations offices. I loved my job! It paid well; there was an opportunity for permanent placement & the work was easy. 

American Gods

I'm reading another wonderful book by Neil Gaiman. However, it is scaring the ever living crap out of me. I'm not sure if it the vivid imagery of dead people walking around, the very detailed description of the gory gods or the ever present talk of the con & death.

"Restless"

Restless
  rest  less
Yearning for more
  a desire to be
    whole
Floating through the fog
  of exhaustion
Stretched too thin
No goals
  no progress
    no way out
  rest  less
An inch, too hard to reach
  yearning for more
    a desire to have
  peace
Wanting everything
  reaching nothing
Remaining
Restless

written on May 12th, 2011

The early end to my project

Much to my dismay & my readers disappointment, my project entitled 'a year with melanie ann' has been put to an early end. I was planning on writing every day for a year. But I have had too much life this year to keep up with the project. HOWEVER, this is a good thing (of sorts) because I am going to start writing again. Just not only fiction. I am full of opinions & would love to share them. Plus, I have a notebook full of fiction that I wrote for the project but didn't have time to blog. I think that this change will be for the best (for you my loyal fans/readers & for myself).

Cheers!

"Untitled"

running on empty

thoughts floating 

an overloaded mind

blank pages

missing letters
unfinished

"Time to write"

Its time to write.
 Get ready. Pen in hand. 
 Notebook open to a crisp, clean page.
 Cuddle into a cozy chair
 with a cup of hot tea.
Its time to write.
 Just waiting for inspiration.

Image: graur codrin / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

"COLD"

Photo by Melanie Ann

Crystal clear coldness chills me to the core
My skin tightens and pulls on itself
Craving something to warm me
Clawing at the blanket
Little nubby bumps flick my arm hair straight 
Creating a space to feel truly warm
Considering a wet-warm shower
My fingers are frozen from flying across the keys
Crazy creatures canvasing cyberspace for a caveat of a cold-front 

"So quiet, so still"

The silence stings my ears
so quiet, so still

Alone with my thoughts
so quiet, so still

My mind wanders between a beautiful peace
    & earth shaking uncertainty
Fear often takes over in the silence

I am frightened of it all
so quiet, so still
Someone rescue me
so quiet, so still.

"Saying goodbye"

Lay your flowers on the dirt
Water them well with your tears
It will never be enough to simply miss her
Your heart is too scared to beat again
    horrified to lose her, again
Words fail as your tongue is humbled 
The wind wraps around you
    hugging you one last time
Her life goes on through your memories
Be strong, hold her high
Say good-bye

"Untitled"

Soft
    sweet
  loving
       child
  tiny
     fingers
   lock with mine

"The maze"

FreeDigitalPhotos.net

We wander through the hall
Time is no friend to us,
                           not at all
Bumped and bruised
We feel broken
                           and used
Twisted and torn
There is no hope for us
                           from the day we were born
Life us a tumultuous maze
We were dumped there
                           until the end of days
Our anger is burning,
                  our mind is caught a blaze
We scream and cry out
                  for our freedom we mourn
Spun in circles,
                  we are distant and confused
Distraught and alone
                  since our debilitating fall

"Untitled"

  "And they lived happily ever after. The end."
Sweet princess          Beautiful child
     So innocent                Believing in fairy-tales

"Good morning"

Sunlight bursts through an open window
Golden rays dance on my face
A welcome invitation from the Land of Nod
The soft embrace of a new day lures me out of bed

"Bird"

A bird sits on an empty hand - waiting
Fluffing her wings - wondering
Calling out with a sweet song - worried
"Will he ever notice that I am a gift,
       to be loved, 
       cared for, and
       appreciated?"

Simon Howden / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

"Angel"

Beautiful angel
Spread your wings, fly to heaven.
Let love guide you home.

"Love, peace & happiness"

Wondrous light
Shine upon us
Guide us to a place of
  love
Fill us with unending
  peace
Remind us of the power of
  happiness 

"Tapping on the keyboard"

Inspiration lagging
  tap, tap, tap
Formation of words
Dancing in my head
  tap, tap, tap
Swashing ideas
  tap, tap
Mindfully ignoring
My greatest thoughts
  tap, tap, tap, tap
Stories are fleeting
Characters running
Fragments of my imagination
  tap, tap, tap
Is this really the end?

"Fool"

Fugaciouly flittering forward,
  floundering for forgiveness.
Fervently fighting for favor
  from fancied former flames.
Falling face first,
  flopping franticly for firm foundation.
Frenzied fool!

"Lamentations 1:9"

"She did not consider her destiny;
Therefore her collapse was awesome;
She had no comforter."

falling without love

blackness swallows her

tumbling within herself

unable-to swallow truth

living with no regard 

to heaven.

"Peace"

Perfect love
Energizing my soul
A beautiful moment
Creating memories
Enjoying every day

"Untitled"

Silken wind caresses my check
As the sounds of spring float to my ear
Crying out in the night sky
A solitary hawk flies above my head
The air is electric with anticipation
Waiting for a sign, for an answer to prayer
I finally feel at peach

"Haunting the night"

The wind feels like silk across my face
A lone hawk cries out in the night
Majestic trees black against the soft blue sky
Gravel crunches beneath my feet
I become a shadow, stalking the stars
But with a starless sky, I simply haunt

"The ghost in the hallway"

The ghosts in the hallway treated her to a very unhappy surprise
As she stumbled and tumbled down to the ground
Her eyes flashed up and asked them why
They tormented her with each memory
And every time she searched for the answer
They stole her ecstasy with swift and mighty blows
She would never feel the joy of being found
Forever must she be lost to the ghost in the hallway

"Untitled"

Free as a child dancing in the sunlight

I float above the world in my dreams

They bend and move along with me

My saccharine dusted wishes

Find me here, in the Land of Nod

"Light"

His light shines upon me

                                      and I glow like a star

"There once was a lady named Steve"

There once was a lady named Steve,
In much she did not have to believe;
She fell on the floor, and cried out, 'no more'
That is when she took her leave.

---

A Limerick in honor of St. Patrick's Day.

"My body speaks"

My body screams
Pain & blackness fills the spaces
Between thought & feeling

There is a hole inside of me
Glowing red with sparks of furry
Alive with agony

My body is arguing
With my soul & spirit
By putting up physical blockades

My body speaks
In a voice loud & clear
But I cannot understand a word

"Bored"

I am bored with these silly games.

Always wishing that it was my turn.

I burn for a chance to rise above it.

My hunger is everlasting.

I need to have, yet, another.

Please, may I have another.

I am bored with waiting.

Someone quench my thirst.

I am bored.

"Flow"

the start wasn't that far from the beginning

I was wondering who was going to step up

and save me

I really don't need you to

save me

I can't stop thinking about where

I screwed everything up

I screwed up

fuck

it is impossible to deal

I cannot deal

with these redundant issues

over and over

and over 

again 

I am broken

broke

broken

"The others" part 3

“Let me show you something,” Sean smiled as I pulled away from him.

Maybe I was the one being presumptuous, so I followed him. We stopped at a wall of slotted cubbies.

“Here are more drawings by the student that you noticed in the hallway.” He pulled out a portfolio from one of the cubbies and started to show me the beautiful drawings that it contained.

So, I was being presumptuous. I was be silly and acting like a hormone raged teenager. He told me about the pieces and the art behind the beauty. The student was talented and Sean was charming. We sat and talked until it was dark.

“Where did the sun go?” I asked, laughing.

“You didn’t have anywhere to go. Did you?”

“No, I just never lose track of time like that.”

“Is it horrible?”

“No, it was refreshing. But, it is a school night, so I should probably get going”

We laughed. It was the laughter of old friends.

“Sean, I hope to see you soon.”

“Then I will make it so.”

He kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my arm. It was a gesture that was innocent and intimate at the same time. I walked out of the room; I didn’t look back, but I could feel him watching me walk down the hallway.

I came slamming back into reality when I got to the classroom containing my things and the door was locked. I managed to find a member of the janitorial staff to open the door and gather my things. Just as I walked into the chilling evening air I got a text message.

“Where r u?”

It was from Mike, my boyfriend. I guess that I was missed. It was about time.  

"The others" part 2

The room was bright with the evening sunlight. I was breathless. There was so much color. It was everywhere. I don't remember ever seeing a High School Art Room that was so vibrant.
"Please, come in," he beckoned me into the room.
I smiled and felt my face blush. I was starting to get flustered. The room was warm and welcoming; I never wanted to leave.
"Ann, your new here. Right?" Sean's smile creped across his face, "I mean, I haven't been missing you for a whole month. Have I?"
"I'm a substitute." I felt like a little girl, like I was still in High School. It was a strange contrast from Ms. Marky, the take no nonsense substitute teacher, that I had been playing all day. I was mousy. I was shy. I was not myself. "It was my first day here. They have me bounce all over the district."
"Okay," he paused and smiled at me again. I wasn't sure if he was trying to put me at ease, but I felt my pulse quicken.
"What about you? How long have you been teaching here?"
"I just started this year. I was worried that I had missed out on meeting you."
I felt completely out of my mind. Why did he keep saying that? What was he doing? Flirting? Teasing? Just being friendly? I couldn't find the words to express myself. I didn't want to sound stupid.
"No, I'm just a substitute." I failed; I sound stupid.
I started to look away from him because I just didn't know how to handle this strange meeting. My eyes drifted along the students' pieces on the walls, shelves, windows and tables. Then I saw it, on his desk.
The object was something that I have seen before, but it looks old - really old. I slowly, very slowly walked over to the statuette. It wasn't big, maybe the size of my soda bottle. I leaned over getting a closer look. It was the color of sand and the top looked Celtic. I was about to touch it, but stopped myself. Really, what was I doing?
I looked at Sean to see if he was pissed that I looked like I was about to rummage through his desk. He was smiling, watching me.
"Sorry, there are so many beautiful things in here." I tried to cover up my weirdness. "I've been rude. I should get going; I'm sure that you have lots to do."
"You look like your glowing in this light." he stepped forward and reached for my hand.
I pulled back. Men don't react like this with me. I am average, on a good day. Plus, he was being presumptuous; I do have a boyfriend, I spend most night sitting up and waiting for him.

"The others"

The last bell rang for the day, as the evening sun colored the hallway with yellow-orange warmth. I stood watching the last of the students clear out of the parking lot. I was a substitute teacher in a new school and found myself wandering in the sleepy hallway as I walked back to my assigned classroom for the day. I found myself lost somewhere down by the art rooms. The students' art work decorated the hall wall. I stopped to look at a drawing of a woman; it was stunning and she was beautiful. I was wondering who this woman was, when I heard a soft voice from over my shoulder.
"Its his mother," the voice answered the question in my head.
"She is beautiful," I replied as I turned my head, "and the student is talented."
My brown eyes met with the deep emerald eyes belonging to the man behind me. For a moment, we were lost. I felt comfortable, at peace like we have known each other all of our lives.
"I'm Ann," I introduced myself to him.
He smiled and said, "Sean."
That one word changed my life. I followed him into his classroom; I didn't have anything to do or anywhere to go. I could go home, to my empty house and wait. I stepped into Sean's art room.

"Princesses on parade"

Little girls turned into princess dolls.
Strut, prance, shake those hips.
Unnatural beauty,
  pressed on,
    sprayed on,
      glued on.
These are little girls, not little dolls.
They are all princesses
  on parade.

"Niki" part 3

http://melanieann1226.blogspot.com/2011/02/niki.html - Part 1
http://melanieann1226.blogspot.com/2011/02/niki-part-2.html - Part 2

With that one word, I heard forks drop as everyone turned to look at me. The steam from the corn drifted off into the wind and I felt utterly exposed. Everyone knew that I sent Jason to jail and that he deserved it for terrorizing me the way that he did.
I felt like I was in the middle of a horror movie, a bad one, last summer. It even sounds like a bad horror movie. He stalked me; when he found me, he beat me senseless; he was a piece of shit. Now he was out of jail. Less than a year. He spent less than a year locked up after tormenting me for two years. Yeah, it seamed fair. I didn't want to tell anyone. I didn't want them to look at me the way that they were right now.
"Jason."
"Jason!"
"Jason?"
"What do you mean, he is back?"
Anna looked a bit scared. I'm not sure if she acts so protective over me because she introduced me to Jason or because she was the one that told me not to get to police involved. She was the one that knew him and said that he just loses his temper.
I don't blame anyone. I didn't even what them to know. I just want to sit quietly and look at the water. Why am I here at the cabin.
"I mean that when we all get back to town, he is out of jail."
Questions. Everyone came at me with questions, some rhetorical, most asking what I was going to do.
"What am I going to do?!?!"
Again. I stop everyone.
"This is shit! I'm not going to do anything! I moved on. I'm okay now. WHY would I DO anything?"
Screaming at the end, really put a stop to the friendly dinner.
"I'm going inside. To be alone. And no I'm not hungry!"
I never mean to take things out on my friends, the only family that I have, but they are there and cannot possibly understand. They don't get what I've gone through, but they still care. I don't know how to handle this news, so I can't expect them to understand.
I walked toward the cabin, when I didn't stop I heard everyone start talking again. At first it was low murmuring. But as my feet started to get damp from the evening dew on the grass I heard someone laugh. I was thankful that they were not going to spent the night talking about poor little Niki. I saw the evening star in the navy sky and closed my eyes to make a wish.

"Attempted poem"

I wanted to write a poem

but I got distracted

and this is all there is

"Niki" part 2

http://melanieann1226.blogspot.com/2011/02/niki.html - Part 1

I sat there leering at the delicious banquet set upon the table. It smells of summer time and family; it makes me sad. I tried hiding behind the steam coming off the pile of sweet corn. My friends were immersed in conversation and digestion, when Jon looked over toward me. His glare made me feel uncomfortable, naked and exposed.

"Niki, why aren't ya eating?"

"I'm not hungry."

My voice is audibly wavering.

"You are always hungry. What the hell is going on?"

Everyone stops; Anna has sauce around her mouth, she looks like a vampiric clown. I want to laugh, but I stuff a fork full of potato salad in my mouth instead. They can't possibly expect me to answer a question like that with a mouth full of food. Right?

"Well?"

"Mrufth."

"Really, Nick? Tell us what's going on."

I freeze like a deer in headlights. All eyes are on me; I want to run. I want to scream, but these are my friends. We are a family, created in love and survival. I shouldn't been running from them; I should be running towards them. I stammer and stutter to find my words.

"Its bad, guys. Jason is back."

"Niki"

Image: Tom Curtis / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

I could smell the barbecue floating on the evening breeze. It was warm and quiet here by the river. I took my shoes off so I could dip my toes into the lazy water. After an hour, I thought that someone would come looking for me, but they must all be too busy having fun. If I listened hard enough I could hear laughter riding on the barbecue scented wind. This should be easy; its summer I have nothing to worry about. Right? But, I still have that nagging feeling in the back of my skull. I should be doing something, or at least remembering what I forgot to remember.
"You've got nothing to worry about, Niki."
I could have slapped her. But, Anna never knows what's going on. Its easy to give excuses to girls like Jenny, with her head full of air and all. It wasn't just her, nobody knew. How could anyone know? I never told them. This was my secret and my burden to bare. I would just laugh off their comments about my strange behaviors and topsy-turvy schedule.
"Niki!"
"Anna, I'm over here."
"What are you doing? You missed the craziest game," she paused trying to gage my lack of interest "anyways, din is on and we are all starvin'."
"Yeh, my toes are all raisins, so dinner sounds good."
I picked up my shoes and followed Anna. The katydids broke out in song as we climbed the hill back to the clearing. It was a sad tune. I regretted coming along on this adventure when I saw my best friends lined along picnic tables laughing, eating and living. I was dead inside and they could no longer help me.

a sestina: "Understanding love"

How do I know that I love you?
It is unbearable for me to look inside.
But, I have this feeling that bubbles up,
Whenever you are near.
This is hard for me to explain or even understand,
With as much as I don't know, I'm certain that this is love.

Every part of my being screams of my love,
And the name of my love belongs to you.
Still, my actions can be cold, cruel and not easy to understand.
I may pride myself in expression, but this I keep locked inside.
The explanation of this enigma finds itself near,
Yet my tongue gets tired and I give up.

The confusion sets in, as feelings and actions get mixed up.
You have every right to question my love.
I fight myself, me feelings, my actions and whenever you are near
I make an effort to fight with you.
Everything gets so distorted and disfigured inside.
We suffer from the reaction of my mind's rejection of what it cannot understand.

I fight with myself, with you, with my feelings just trying to understand.
So often I get tired of trying and just want to give up,
And yet, I don't because I feel love for you inside.
I remember the moment I realized that you are the one that I love.
We took some time to figure out the world and I lost you.
It was so very clique; you left when I wanted you to be near.

How could I have known, that the whole time you wanted to hold me near?
I drew away even more because I just couldn't understand
That you needed me and I needed you.
We were damaged, broken and fed up,
As it had happened in the past, we were, again, failing in love.
Pushing on with guarded hearts, we struggled inside.

I fight with you when I am actually fighting a war inside
And all I can hope for is that the end of the was is near.
Its time for me to look to myself and learn to love.
I'm starting to get it, to understand,
When I push and hide, when I give up,
It is me that need love, because it has always been easy to love you.

I think that the love I wanted to hide inside
Was always waiting for you to be near.
Its time for me to understand that loving you means never giving up.


A sestina is a complex French verse that contains a specific pattern of word repetition. For more info on sestinas: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/learning/glossary-term.html?term=Sestina

"Gong" for gg

Gong
  gong


                   GONG
gong
   gong
             gong
                        gong
                  gong

GONG
                                GOOOONG

"Status update"

F.R.I.E.N.D.S.: (F)ight for you. (R)espect you. (I)nvolve you. (E)ncourage you. (N)eed you. (D)eserve you and (S)tand by you.

Reality can NEVER be as good as your fairy tale...... your fairy tale will NEVER be your reality... unitl someone can prove me wrong Im so living on a cloud!!!!!

be who you are and say what you feel... because those who matter don't mind... and those who mind don't matter.

Ten nine eight and I'm breaking away...
I'm all dressed up and I'm ready to play...
Seven six five four and I'm all over you...
Counting three two one and I'm having fun...

‎*some times love is too deep and you get lost in the notion . im glad i got someone by side each and every day . good night. ily .♥

Some people live in such small minds, I mean worlds lol "Just sayin"

Right click left click the scroll the mouse..

Damn you russel stover! how am I supposed to know what flavor is in the little chocolates if you don't put the legend on the lid!?!?!?

Im starting to feel as if I don't really need an artificial friend. Or have I always been this way?

‎"Once more, with feeling"

---

This is a form of "poetry" that I learned in a college class that I took. Really! Its about putting together things that don't really belong together, but that have a something in common. 


These are ten real status updates from some of my friends (and myself). (I left out the more personal updates for privacy reasons.) I'm hoping that I can find the notebook from that class as we did some really far out styles of poetry. 


I am going to put some pages up with examples of my professor's work (he is a "Digital Poet") and links to other pages about poetry & a page explaining my project.

"A poem"

A

poem

is

a

statement

of

thoughts

and

emotions.

A

poem

is

a

song.

A

poem

is

beautiful.

"Ruby Slippers"

Image: Tina Phillips / FreeDigitalPhotos.net

Wishing upon a star
   will never take you far
Gliding down the rainbow
  moves things along quite slow
You have to take the first step
    to see what happens next
  add a little flare to it, a little pep
Don't stand and wait
  for someone else to open the emerald gate
Ease on down to your own tune
  grooving along you'll get there soon
Be your own hero, write your own story
    its not necessary to read between the text
  Create your own ending of glory

"Memories 2.0"

there is a pulse
a beat
in my memories
images flash in my mind
smells and feelings rise up
into the mix
another flash
a face
a place
an object

frozen in time
i can almost touch it
taste it
hear it
the fog of forgetfulness
starts to seep
away my memories
faded like old pictures
but i will hold on

"Memories"

If I just close my eyes I can go anywhere
  drifting back to when things where so much easier
simply living and not worrying about how to think
there is a certain pulse, a beat that comes though with these memories
  smells and feeling that drift up to the surface
its hard to be there in my mind because I start to think
if I can push the thoughts down and just live again in the memory
  I can be there
   anywhere I want to be
immersed in being what I was
  innocent, happy, free and hopeful
memories are tricky
  when happy moments suddenly make you sad
they are only memories
how life was at one time
how I was at one time
  I must hold on to the feelings that flood in with these freshly squeezed memories
when I was innocent, happy, free and hopeful
I can see myself, as if watching a home movie
  but mostly I see things just the way they were
untouched by time, by progress
   if I dive deep into my memories, I can feel the fabric of my life
I can feel my surrounding, smell the air, hear the sounds, see the history
I can be in that moment once again
   when I really push myself, I can get lost in my memories
I can get lost and really feel things again
  really experience things again, the way that I want to remember them
  memories: flexible, pliable, and willing to be molded
taking me anywhere

"Thinking"

I think in a straight line and that worries me because you cannot love that way if you look close enough you will see that love has more than straight lines it worries me that i will not be able to love well when i think straight that might be a bigger problem if i was busy thinking i'm not so i guess that everything will be okay

"Writing"

The words start to blur on the page
                                                      it seams like I've done all this before
Writing and writing
                             but getting nowhere
I can't tell if I've just started
                                           or just finished

"Life"

It keeps going
Life is energy
Energy is eternal
It keeps going

"Haiku 103" (aka Summer Grasses)

The soft wind blowing

Brown-green grasses bend and sway

The smell of summer

"Enjoying a can of soda"

blip

                             fizz

    plop

                       plunk

fizz

                                    ah             

"Broken heart"

I don't know if I can love
I feel so far removed
A distant memory of rain on the roof

I put my heart in a very dangerous place
I regret that, now
I should have saved it for him
He deserves it
Complete and not the pieces that remain

It was broken and stomped on
I handed out my love to people unworthy
I regret that, now

Someone get me some needle and tread
This is an emergency
I need to put my heart back together
I want to give it to him
He truly deserves it

Oh, please won't someone help
My heart is all in pieces
And I don't know if I can love like that

"A journey"

You take me to a place that no one else can
A place deep within my heart
It is a frightening journey but I am not scared
For I know that you can protect me
And guide me to safety
I know that you can bring me freedom from my monsters
I carry a sword crafted with the key to our victory
  - love, caring and forgiveness
And you are my knight in shimmering splendor
Together, we can slay the beasts that haunt my heart
Then we will be free to go to that place of love
  without fear
  without damage
  without hurt

"Snow globe"

I live inside a beautiful snow globe
It is quiet and serine, most of the time
Falling snow flakes are quite lovely
  but when they stop, you live in fear
When will someone come along and decide
  that my wonderful home is not good enough?
They pick me up with their own ideas
  of how things should be,
Then they shake the hell out of my world
  just to watch the snow flakes fall.

"Megan"

You are an angel plucked from the heavens,
A gift of love from the creator, that was sent to us.
You are true and you shine like star, no,
like the sun in the blue-gray sky.
I am blessed with your kindness, generosity and friendship.
Thank you for keeping me in your heart.

"30 reasons why I love you"

1. When you look at me, you see me.
2. You have beautiful eyes.
3. You make me laugh, a lot.
4. I love hanging out with you.
5. The sound of your voice gives me butterflies.
6. You are one of the smartest people that I know.
7. Its easy to talk to you.
8. We seam to fit together.
9. You are my best friend.
10. Even when I'm asking a million questions, you answer them.
11. You give me courage.
12. You give me strength.
13. I feel good when we are together.
14. I can cry in front of you.
15. I can be silly with you.
16. You keep me thinking.
17. I can see my future in you.
18. You are kind.
19. You are sweet.
20. You are sexy.
21. You know just how to kiss me.
22. You deal when I can't.
23. I feel safe around you.
24. You gave me your heart.
25. You are fun to be around.
26. I can be quiet with you.
27. I can be myself with you.
28. You make me feel less empty.
29. You make me feel like being better.
30. You make my world better.

"Little boxes"

Little boxes on the shelf at the top of my closet
Holding my secrets Holding my memories
My life has come down to
pictures, papers, and trinkets
in little cardboard coffins
My memories go to die
in little boxes on a shelf at the top of my closet

"Good morning, Mother Earth"

Misty flowers dripping with dew
greet my toes with good morning kisses
A gentle breeze lifts the edge of my skirt
I hold myself and close my eyes
Sweet songs of morning birds serenade
the warming rays of the sun
The air is thick with lilacs and roses
I open my eyes and spread my arms
Mother Earth is greeting me
as another day begins

"Untitled"

How short can a poem be?

"Bells"

Sweet bells ring.
Singing the song
  of a long lost memory.
Sing sweet bells, sing.

"Welcome"

Welcome
    to the first day
        of the rest of your life.
It begins
    with each sunrise.
You have the choice
    to go with what people tell you
        or fight for what is in your heart.
Go with your heart;
    it knows better.

"Untitled"

   long    -    short

happy    -    sad

  dark    -    light

            life

          death

silence   -    mourning

    pain   -   suffering

release   -   lost

"New day"

I weep for those in pain.
I mourn for those with loss.
I fight for those without a voice.
I celebrate for those that feel joy.
I rejoice with the world at the birth of a new day. 

"Canvas"

I remember when life was all laid out in front of me, like an empty canvas. Still a child, full of hope, I marked out a path to take. But, the future is much too far away to see clearly. The canvas was marked again and again until my original plan is barely visible. My goal had been moved further and further down the path. I'm only a little smarter now, but I know that life should never have simply one goal or one path. We try; we fail; we succeed; we move on. Life is about living, not planning.

"How to get rich and make friends"

1. Be yourself. Its way too hard to fight with your natural tendencies and personality.
2. Think about how you want people to treat you. Now treat everyone else that way.
3. Write a list of 3 people that you love to be around and 3 people that you dislike spending time around. Write all 6 people a heart-felt thank you letter, telling them that you appreciate them and why you are thankful for them; be specific with this thank you note.
4. Say please, thank you, excuse me and I sorry. (This will not change your personality; I promise.)
5. Remember that you are not the only person in the world, and behave as such. Draw on the part of you that is kind, caring and compassionate.
6. Look at all the people in your life. Ask yourself which of these people feel like home. These are your true friends.
7. Be your own friend.
8. Win the lottery.

Congratulations, you are now rich and have friends!

"Recipe"

1 clove of compassion
1 pound of patients
3 pinches of peace
2 lumps of love
1 1/2 teaspoons of time
1 dash of direction
8 ounces of original thinking
2 drops of decency
1 quart of quiet
1 smidgen of sanity

Mix well in a large bowl until ingredients come together. Adjust the recipe until you are satisfied with the results.

"Haiku 102" (aka Buttercups)

Tiny buttercups
Burst of sunshine in the grass
Warms my memory

"Princess"

Pretty princess, in ribbons and lace.

She twirls and spins all over the place.

She looks like an angel as she does her dance.

Moving her body, parading around with a little prance.

Just like her crown, her eyes sparkle and shine.

I am so proud to call her mine.

My sweet little princess full of love and grace.

"Untitled"

Today is the only day I have because

  I am still waiting for tomorrow and

  I am busy remembering yesterday.

Make everything out of ever day that you can;

  time is a tool that only allows you to

  work in the moment.

I don't know what the fickle Father Time has in store for me.

"Falling"

Drop
  drip
    falling into the rabbit hole
Drift
  dive
    plunging through the fear
Down
  dip
    crashing past reality
Drag
  drive
    falling in love

"As a child"

As a child I ran amongst the wild flowers.
We were carefree and roamed the green
earth eager to taste, feel, experience
life as we knew it has changed
childhood has morphed into a cage
safety is the number one concern
wild flower children have children of their own
fear has replaced our freedom as we pause
to carefully watch our children
don't roam but there is no time so we
cage the children for their own safety
they can learn about the world from
parents with no time to nurture and
engage our children only when necessary
plus we will always have tomorrow
to teach our children
how to be carefree
how to be eager
how to run
how to live
tomorrow will never come
for us wild flower children
fear is no way to raise a child
we only have our children for today
tomorrow they will be grown

"Mechanics"

The steady humming of the machine
  the new heart beat of modern life
Linked in and powered up
  plugging through the day
We are one with each other
  through the machine
Click
 Tap
  Beep
Sounding off in our internet nation
Connected while sitting alone
Shouting out to a world
  that cannot hear us
Tangled in a net of wireless thought
We become one with the machine
  a pixelized existence
The hum of the machine fades
  as we become encapsulated
  as the machine swallows us whole

"Machine World"

Trees come down, steel goes up
Grass is covered with ruff concrete
Animals need to be caged
Humans need to be wired
We all need to be protected from the
  dangers of nature
Automated humanity is our salvation
Autonomous pixels are filling the air

"The machine"

The clicks fade into a whirling hum
Buzzing like a dance
Work for me; think for me; be for me
This machine is my connection, my lifeline
Feed me into the spaces between the wires
I am there inside the Net;
  however, I am not afraid
Humanity removed, I become code
  spaces between spaces
My heart beat fades into a whirling hum
I am another internet drone

"One"

Alone, I am
Silence bares down upon me
Beautiful sounds of my own breath
When not thinking
I am at peace
Just me, with me, only me
I am happy alone

"Missed"

Once again - I forgot
I missed my mark
The target is free
Once again - I forgot

"Chaos"

chaos is apparent disorder is it apparent that life follows this logic how far do we have to go before we lose sight of where we started it is simple to say that you do not understand and just go on your way but to stop and think to break something apart and really think breaking something down does not mean that you have to break it or tear it apart just stop a think thank chaos for being the catalysis for life the beginning of life when we are all too young to understand the gift that we are given and we tear it apart just stop and think we live and we die but we do not get to go back life gets disorganized it gets messy we get messy we can learn and grow and embrace the chaos in our lives if we stop and think chaos is apparent disorder but when we stop and think we discover that chaos is simply the beginning

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaos

"Blank text"

I lost myself here

within the spaces 

between the letters

no, between the words

or maybe its the phrases

something here

caught me

off-guard

I am stuck here

within the spaces

between the thoughts

the letters are my life

my life is here

in the letters

spelling it out

defining who I am

playing with who I am not

I am the words

this word is lost

I am lost

"Good Night"

Good night, my sweet child.
Your bright shining eyes close
  as your night time journey begins.
Soft is your breath, as you turn into
  the princess of a magical land, called Nod.
Dragons fly in the air among candied clouds
  as crickets and katydids create garden melodies.
Will you kiss a frog or go swimming with pollywog's?
Every choice belongs to you, sleeping beauty.
Your world is your making,
  but carry my love in your heart always.
Sweet dreams I bid you, my daughter;
  sleep tight.