Crippled
June 28, 2012 at 7:32 am | Posted in Life and Living | Leave a commentTags: poetry
Back to visiting old poetry…
Staring at a blank canvas
That once ran patterns
of reds, blues, greens, white
The colors have been washed away
She’s stuck inside her mind
Buried alive
Under fear, heartache
confusion and delusion
she continues to breathe
She’s trapped inside her mind
Without an exit
The weight of despair
pins her down to the ground
paralyzing her
Staring at a blank canvas
I know she’s in there
Under the drugs, the regret
I catch a glimmer of light
and hold my breath.
Thoughts on Yellow Paper
May 15, 2012 at 7:31 am | Posted in Life and Living | 1 CommentTags: poetry
Before I was a blogger, I was a poet. It’s been a while since I’ve written poetry. I found this recently, wrote it back in 2007. It’s amazing to relive what I was feeling when I wrote this and make connections to how I feel and where I am today. This is why I write. To remember what I’ve been through on my way to where I’m going.
fighting the urge to fly;
to get into my car
with no destination in mind
to leave behind all I know and love
and trust
longing to see something
unfamiliar;
to discover ancient beauty
and modern awe
longing for a transient setting
Torn between love and wonder,
necessity and curiosity,
security and hunger.
Lost without the world to see.
First of the Month
February 1, 2011 at 7:27 am | Posted in Life and Living | 2 CommentsTags: life, poetry
First day on earth
First look at the world
First cry
First smileFirst words
First walk
First laugh
First birthdayFirst day of school
First time reading
First pet
First friendFirst bike ride
First sleigh ride
First swim
First diveFirst crush
First kiss
First love
First fightFirst heartbreak
First time moving onFirst car
First road trip
First freedom
First responsibilityFirst home away from home
First feeling of missing home
First time leaving everything behind
First chance to start anewFirst interview
First job
First apartment
First roommateFirst long term boyfriend
First friend married
First baby born
First cycle begins againFirsts become repeats
and seconds
and lasts
and somehow, new
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