Wednesday, October 30, 2013

the poet in me

I have been writing poems since I was about 10 years old. I have journals full of them, and since having a computer many saved in a file on my computer. Recently for my English class we had to do a poetry assignment in which I wrote a few new poems and then revamped a couple of old ones.  I am not by any stretch a professional poet, but I love to write. I write what I feel. I write what I know. I write for the moment and about my journey through life.  Here are the few I wrote for my class.  Enjoy.

Piggy
Pigs with their pink snouts
snorting and playing in the mud
eating slop from a trough.
Not supposed to be very pretty.
But what is pretty anyway?
Maybe pretty is a doll?
with shiny hair
bright eyes and a perfect body.
Or a celebrity
always in the spotlight
airbrushed to perfection
in all the magazines.
Not like a pig at all.
Yet Pig is in me.
Proud am I,
of it too.
I am content
and I think I am pretty.
I will always be
 the Piggy that I am.


Blue Dragonflies
As tears fall
I see a glint of blue
flying fast
then hovering
right where you
should be.
Now everywhere I go
blue dragonflies
come to life
for me.
They promise
strength, hope
and good things to come
as I heal.
With the help
of their fast wings
they carry me through
and remind me
that not all is lost.
Showing me the way
comforting me
and letting me know
you are always very near.

Broken Heart
Shattered and
impossible to repair.
Once it breaks
it doesn’t  go
back together
in the same way.
Sometimes it is easy,
sometimes it is hard,
and hidden so well!
Behind a smile.
Behind eyes
that only show
hints of sadness
and glimpses
of things past.
Search deep
and carry on
without the pieces
that will never fit
into place again.


                                      Happy                               
I remember when
in my  darkest time
you found me.
Picked me up
out of the abyss
I was sinking into.
You lifted me up
carried my soul,
and showed me light.
Happy
in ways I thought
had been lost.
A minute never goes by,
that I don’t think of him.
An hour never goes by,
that I don’t think of you.
A day never goes by,
that I don’t think of us.
Happy
The reasons they
brought us to be
what we are,
I don’t understand.
 All I know
 is that it was you
who rescued me.
Together now.
Happy.


Missing Glass
They were supposed to rescue me
instead they me a prisoner
in my own house
Doing their bidding
all the time.
Friends were animals,
mice, dogs, horses
that I whispered to alone.
Told them of my wishes
and dreams
for a better life.
How do I become free?
I wait for the chance
that never seems to come.
So many obstacles
in the way.
Wishes can come true
I finally had my chance.
Caught up in the beauty
of the moment
I did not listen to the warnings
again I was trapped.
But  love saved me.
Through a chance
of missing glass.
To my jail keepers
I forgive.
To my animal friends
 I rescue
and to my love,
only for you I live
happily ever after.







Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Survival

I dont know when I actually wrote this....a few months ago I think, and not sure why it never was posted....


  I am guessing maybe in 12:30 in the morning. I sit and I think how crazy unexpected life is.  With Jason I was on one path. it was clear it was good. It worked. That changed and skewed my life on a different path.  It was fast it was also unexpected, but it worked and it is what I thought I needed and wanted. and it still very well may be.  And now yet again, I have had an unexpected turn of events happen in my life.  I am trying hard not to over think and just let it go and be what it is.  It is still so early in my journey, I am not sure where I will end up, which path will ultimately be the right one for me. I have learned to have a lot of fun. I have learned that I need to remember to pray often.  I have learned that souls connect in ways that are way beyond what should be understood, and faith. Faith is so important. not just faith in God, but faith that everything will turn out okay, that I will be okay no matter what because I can survive.