Posted in Poetry

The Place Between Asleep and Awake

In the darkness I dreamed of you
Your presence upon my shoulders like a mantle
Comforting and warm, sitting near

When I woke you were not there
The loss of the soft friendship shawl
Left cold in the depths of my soul

I wondered what you were doing this day
Were you sleeping in, head buried under the covers
Or were you waking and stumbling like me

In the mirror I saw a blurry scene
Like drowning in a pool of smoke and ashes
The me reflected felt unworthy of your love

So I brushed the dreams away
Washed them down the drain with my shampoo bubbles
But I couldn’t help thinking of you all day

Would your real presence be like my dream?
Your voice as smooth and your eyes as full of me?
Life is only perfect in the place between asleep and awake

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Posted in Poetry

Not Myself

Don’t know what happened
Woke up one day
Not myself

Didn’t take a different form
Still my body
Just not me

Inside I felt all wrong
Didn’t talk or act
Normally

Realized I missed you
You made me hollow
Deep inside

I wasn’t worried or scared
You’re still my friend
In my heart

But I didn’t smile
Or enjoy life
Without you

I wish you’d come back
Make it all right
Don’t know when

So I can feel happiness
Experience joy
Have peace again

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Posted in Poetry

Hostile

I think I’m going to explode.
I’ve got to get out of here, right now.
The environment is claustrophobic. I can’t breathe.
I am so upset I just want to scream.

I’m trapped in this tiny space.
There is so much me and it’s all crammed in.
The anger is going to kill me, boiling over.
I desire to get out of this sarcophagus, this tomb, this shell.

Surrounded by people who don’t care,

who don’t even know how I feel.
I feel everything and I want out, NOW.
They can’t hear me, stuck inside here.
To be a locust and break free, a new me.

I can’t even get these feelings out.
Set them free, forget!
It’s really crowded in here.
I hate crowds.
Let me out!

Nobody knows, no one can hear.
The twilight zone between my ears.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Posted in Poetry

However

I put on a show, however no one sees.
A third of the earth is land, however two thirds sea.

I wear a sundress, however it might rain.
The soul is cloudy, however the body feels no pain.

I carry an umbrella, however the sun’s bright.
I wear clothes, however my heart’s naked in broad daylight.

The world goes round, however time is a line.
I love you, however you can’t be mine.

Odd is a feeling, however temporary.
Cold despises hot, however they are married.

A quandry, however a simple answer would do.
The mystery is solved, however I haven’t a clue.

You feel love, however it breaks your heart.
They will come back, however they must depart.

Chickens come first, however, so do eggs.
Life hatches plans, however death sucks them away.

The world goes round, however time is a line.
I love you, however you can’t be mine.

Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.

Posted in Poetry

Language is a Virus, and A Poem

I have been looking for great websites for writing inspiration. In my search I have found some that list ideas, some that lean to spiritual energies, and one that really works for me.

Language is a Virus This site has fun generators for names, poetry, and ideas. I have looked at three tools and have had so much fun gathering ideas! Two lines (and Blu) inspired me to write a poem, and I posted it on my other blog, but I feel like sharing.

Missed Opportunity

There he stood
On the verandah
Looking for his date

There she stood
In the parlor
Nervously scouring the place

His best friend
Comes out to chat
Invites him to a game

She nods and greets
Looks about the scene
Thinks he’s not in this space

Deep bass booms, but not his heart
As he glances back
He missed his chance

She is with another guy
She takes the arm
The two begin to dance

Heartbroken, he loses the game
Prepares to leave
The dark sky brings rain

She sways and sighs
This is not the guy
For her love, her eyes strain

Also, I’m thinking about finding this book for inspiration. I even was able to comment on the writer’s blog and she quickly responded!