Crippled

June 28, 2012 at 7:32 am | Posted in Life and Living | Leave a comment
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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 Comment
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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 Comments
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First day on earth
First look at the world
First cry
First smile

First words
First walk
First laugh
First birthday

First day of school
First time reading
First pet
First friend

First bike ride
First sleigh ride
First swim
First dive

First crush
First kiss
First love
First fight

First heartbreak
First time moving on

First car
First road trip
First freedom
First responsibility

First home away from home
First feeling of missing home
First time leaving everything behind
First chance to start anew

First interview
First job
First apartment
First roommate

First long term boyfriend
First friend married
First baby born
First cycle begins again

Firsts become repeats
and seconds
and lasts
and somehow, new

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