A number of Poems for you to read.

Ok, I know this is a lot of poetry, and a really long post. So if you are a reader, read a few that catch your eye,or read them all, whatever strikes your fancy comments are always welcome.
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You

Perhaps this is a bit effervescent
Perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself
Perhaps I don't even know what I'm saying
But, perhaps, you do.

Sometimes I get a little scared
Sometimes so do you
Sometimes I need a place to hide
Always, I want that to be you.

Every moment I think of us
Every moment is something new
Every moment I'm always waiting
No longer, because I have you

Knowledge is a powerful thing
Knowledge is the strength that can get us through
Knowledge like a knife can cut deep
Ignorance is enough, because you are all I need

Shakespeare said it well, Poe did too
Authors of the same line
Different points of view
I know that they were writing about you

-09/20/2009

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Gunslinger

Six guns blaze and slowly die
Smoldered by the fire in your eyes
I fall like the hammer that begins it all
Blackened like the powder that fill the ball

Five guns blaze and slowly die
Smothered by the sorrow in your eyes
I fail like the ones that have gone before
Emblazoned in tragedy that is not forevermore

Four guns blaze and slowly die
Soothed by the passion in your eyes
I fall like a feather to the sheets below
Beckoned by a need like I have never known

Three guns blaze and slowly die
Sickened by the fear in your eyes
I fail like a medic paralyzed by the war
Entombed in the past that is not only yours

Two guns blaze and slowly die
Strengthened by the hope in your eyes
I fall like the victim that always wants to stay
Benefited by the outcome that must win the day

One gun blazes and never dies
Secured by the love in your eyes
I fall like a lover and run no more away
Entranced by a heart full of desires sway

-09/25/2009
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A Mark in the Time

Times are changin
as my life flies by
and I feel inspiring
with you by my side

Times are changin
as my life crawls and tows
and I feel a little emptier
I wonder if you know

Times are changin
and I can see my dreams
funny how they come to life
how they are bursting onto the scene

Times are changin
and please, don't get me wrong
It's all lookin up
but today, I don't feel so strong

Times are changin
and people do to
I deal with the constant
and those things are few

Times are changin
and where will it lead
I don't like the feeling
of you without me

Times are changin
but some things remain the same
it takes all of my willpower
so I can refrain

Times are changin
from yellow to blue
And everything could be
the way it is with you

Times are changin
and it's just too bad
because today I feel stolen
because today I'm still glad.

-09/14/2009
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Communication pt 3

If we're gonna clear the air
Then listen with your ears
I don't wanna have the same argument for the next 50 years
I mean what I say
and I said what I meant
An elephants faithful 100%
But I'm not an elephant
Although I do have a trunk
I still don't care about all the extra junk
I'll leave it behind to be free and clear
I don't wanna have the same baggage for the next 50 years
Confusion is one thing
But I hate to be ignored
Is it really so hard to tell someone when you're bored
With the conversation
With them in general
This revelation is femoral
Charisma I have, I have that in spades
Charisma doesn't tell me
What you hide there in the shade
Why do you make me tremble in fear
I don't wanna have this same fright for the next 50 years
I want communication
I want a real life road
I want more than a bump
I need more than a node
If we're gonna clear the air
Then listen with your ears
I want to have new conversations for the next 50 years.

-07/30/2009
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Laughed Myself Back in Place

I'm finding my life
I'm back in my mind
Reminded myself that I can shine
Feeling like me again
Back home in my own skin
Never gonna leave again
Got a few things to do
More things to say
Gonna show you everything
You thought I left along the way
The words tingle
My fingers fly
No more lost in an emotional lie
The path is clear
I can feel me here
Settling in
My comfort zone
Reminded myself that I am my own
No longer looking for a sign
I know that everything I need
Is already mine
Broke the mirror just to laugh
Walking down the street
Look at me
I've got class
Don't believe in the bad
Only in the moment
Holding on to what I had
Looking for the next step
Ready for the next move
Not gonna let you throw off my groove
(beware the groove)
Only person in my skin should be me
Only reason I got lost is cause I refused to see
Ridiculocity
Found my logic waiting
Right where I left it
Picked up my own luggage
Laughed until I dropped it
It's good to be home again
Reminded myself who I was and then
Got lost in me and ended up
Right where I belong
I can feel the music
I can hear the song
It was missing for awhile
Went on vacation with my smile
But here I stand
Somewhere on the brink
Something new around the bend
Wouldn't miss a minute
I'm here until the end

-07/29/09

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The Ruins

And in the valley I did walk
for a moment
the sun did shine
But then I put my umbrella up
and forced the sun to not be mine

And in the valley I did sit
for a moment
I tried to hide
But then I put my umbrella down
and still the sun would not be mine

And in the valley I did sigh
for a moment
So then I stood
But then I dropped my umbrella down
and the sun I sought in earnest

And in the valley I did run
for a moment
I forgot to breathe
But then with my umbrella gone
I found I could have no reprieve

And in the valley I did stand
for a moment
Armorless
But then I saw the ruins there
and there inside the sun did rest

And in the valley I did see
for a moment
Lost in confusion
But then I found myself again
watching the sun inside the ruin

And in the valley I did walk
for a moment
I stood at the ruins door
But then the sun did hide me
and so I wait, evermore

-07/22/09
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A Late Night Ramble

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and a few thoughts in my mind
wish i could repeat them
But they are mine to find

Got a few days before you again
and a few more to sigh
wish I could delete them
But they are the reason why

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and I'm waiting up for you
Got a few words in my mouth
but they can wait a day or two

Got a thought that lays dormant
and a reason to leave it be
wish I could revive it
but then it wouldn't be

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and maybe more than a few
Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and I'm waiting up for you

maybe it's a song, or maybe not. It's 5:10am right now, and to be honest, I'm a bit blank. I know I'm thinking things, but I couldn't tell you what you they are, and the worst (best?) part of it is, they really aren't that far from the surface. Oh well, what can you do when your brain taunts you? It's not like you can simply refuse to be teased by your own sub-conscious mind. Or can you?


Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and the seed of a long argue
wish I could compromise the point
but maybe it's better disjointed

Got a few ideas running wild now
and they are laughing at me
wish I could corral them
but then they would cease to be

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and I think I like the view
wish I could describe the scenery
but that's something I can't do

Got a few needs and wants to fill
and all the ability
wish I could forget them all
but they are part of me

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and this insomnia is new
wish I could cure this sickness
but it's cause is not new

Maybe we just need to take a minute. And look around at the things we are surrounded by. The people, the belongings, the verbs and adverbs. Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I'm still here, in the good ole U.S. of A. There is sooo much more out there for me to experience. There is soooo much waiting for you.

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and my brain is running on fumes
wish I could refill my tank
but these words are becoming few

Got a few letters to make words with
and my fingers fly to the beat
wish I could drown out your voice
but the sound is just too sweet

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and before I bid you adieu
wish I could give in
but I need to stand up to you

Got a few things to learn in myself
and all the lessons are lies
wish I could find the truth in them
but it hides in hypnotic lullabies

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and why am I still here
wish I could answer all your questions
but you are deafened by your fear

Maybe we don't realize the powers we possess. Fear is the ultimate weapon. If you can wield fear, you are destined for success. Sad part of that is , is that those who use fear for personal gain, usually wind up hating themselves. Interesting how that works out. Don't you agree?

Got a few minutes before sleep comes
and I'm waiting up for you
wish I could close my eyes
but I'm not ready too

-07/15/2009

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Hide and Seek

I'm hoping this isn't a fleeting moment
Just another lie or dream
I'm hoping beyond anything
That this is everything it seems

I'm sighing inside at the moment
Dealing with things unspoken
I'm waiting for something intangible
And yearning to be deeply woken

So much turmoil and change these days
It seems I might have forgotten
That I more than I give myself credit for
I am more than once dark, rotten

I need something I can't describe
to pull me back together
And looking out at this horizon
There are storms yet to be weathered

Sometimes I can't articulate
but right now, I just don't want to
The only thing I long to have
Is what I cannot do

Or is that just a runaway thought
A piece of self doubt that survived
I know somewhere I have the strength
I'll succeed if I just try

I don't know how to say
the things that are on my mind
And no matter what thoughts I shield me with
For some reason I can't hide

Not even from me

Can you tell me what it means
Does anyone know why
I'm holding back from giving in
But somehow I'm sure

I'm fighting the last of the losing battles
Pulling ahead in my personal war
The final fear is slipping beyond
How forlornly it prattles

To be left behind is a hard thing
But sometimes, it's something we must do
I did it, not too long ago
You may need to do it too

I'm trembling from the inside out
these emotions rock my steady
But even though they waver me
I know deep inside I'm ready


I don't know how to say
the things that are on my mind
And no matter what thoughts I shield me with
For some reason I can't hide

-07/06/09
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At a Loss

I don't know what to do here
All I want is to help
to make things better
But I think I made them worse

I wish you would talk to me
I don't understand why you won't
Its like
you pulled the rug from under my feet

and now
now
I can't stand up again

If I can't stand up
how can I help you
and how can I help you
when it's you I need
to stand

-05/04/09
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Mirror

Where is it?
and why is it gone?
how long have you known
how long have you grieved?

Who is she?
and why can't you let go?
how long will you hold on
how long will you suffer?

She isn't coming back.
even if she did
she wouldn't be who you wanted
she would be different

Could you live with that?

I don't want to fight her
after all it's dead
So, why are you forcing me to?
why can't it be over for you?

I don't understand
this need to obsess
pick yourself up
move out of this mess

Don't you want to be free?

No. You don't
her cage is where you want to be.
Trapped forever in memory
bitter, isn't it

The prison you choose
is your hellish haven
heaven.
Death has no sway

She doesn't keep you there
it's you
you've forced yourself to stay
can't you tell me why?

What's the point
of having me around?
When all you love
is trapped below

Can you imagine what we too could grow to be?

All hope is lost in your despair
and there is no grave to mark her there
Perhaps by giving humanity
it becomes entity

Won't you tell me what it is?
Is she truly what lives in it?
Show me that she's real
release it, heal.

Where is it?
And why is she gone?
How long will you let this go on?
How long will you grieve of this?

Perhaps they were right
and all they say is true
and I should simply walk away from you

But for me this cage is just as strong
As the one you have cowered in for so long.

And here at last I see the it
finally it's her I've met

I understand that it's not over yet
But I will no longer be held in sway

My sanity has broken through
all that's left are mirrors of you


-04/19/09
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Steady

I need your voice to hold me steady
My state of mind is nightmare ready
and as I drift
afraid to dream
I cling to you
what does it mean?

On the wind I hear their wings
Keeping time as they softly sing
and as I listen
scared to sleep
I cling to you
and then I weep.

Through the dark he sounds his call
Sweetly cooing, come one come all
and as I walk
afraid to stay
I cling to you
what do you say?

I need your voice to hold me steady
My state of mind is nightmare ready
and as I lie
scared to tell
I cling to you
and all is well.

-04/16/2009

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Salt

every drop cuts my skin
things unspoken
realizations
cruelly sink in

they sting like salt

I guess I should have known
it's been too long
and we aren't well, us
but

I never thought I'd lose you
guess I was a fool
because this hurts
it's deep and it's true

-04/11/09

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What it's Like to Melt

I feel like a wilting flower
the power to renew is gone
it teases me with thunderclaps
and flashes before my eyes
laughing at my weary soul

The stress builds in chords
dissonance and harmony
It screeches in my ear drums
and burns in the veins
taunting me with it's very presence

Today drags by like silk on Velcro
never ending, it prickles
I need a release, and maybe help
I can feel my rawness on my very skin
I'm ready to snap, that's the mood I'm in

-03/28/09
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Glass

Tonight you are the glass
refired
You are the thoughts
uncovered
You are the reason
Defined
Tonight You are
Mine?

Tonight you are the call
Undenied
You are the need
intensified
You are the song
rewritten
Tonight are You
Mine?

Tonight You are the air
I'm breathing
Tonight You are the one
I'm seeing
Tonight You are the web
I'm weaving
Tonight You are the wish
I'm making

Tomorrow is uncertain
but tonight is You
I've never touched You
But You've sent my nerves tingling
I've never heard Your voice
but Your words are my minds delight
and even if we never have forever
I have loved tonight

-03/25/09
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If I Could

If I could do anything I wanted today
I'd lie in bed with you
I'd take in your scent, and the feel of your body next to mine
I'd memorize your breathing
I'd trace every line
that adorns your face
I'd thank God for the moments
I'd pray that it lasts forever

If I could be anything I wanted today
I'd be enough for you
I'd be the exception to your rule
I'd be the twinkle in your eye
I'd be myself in your arms
I'd do my best to make you happy
and I'd hold you close
I'd be the reason for your smile

If I could, I would.
And if I could have you today
Even if just for one day
It would make everything perfect
I'd always want more
But I'd be thankful for what I got
I'd never forget a moment
If I could have anything I wanted today
I'd only want you.

-02/19/2009 (my 24th birthday)
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You Are My Something

There's something about you
the way you smile
how you always make me laugh
and I just can't shake it
I can't let it go
This feeling I have that I was meant for you
I
Was
Meant
For
You
And there's something about that
that certainty of feeling
That makes me a little bit strange
and gives me chills at night
And I can't let it go
I just wanted to say it out lout
I
Was
Meant
For
You
There's just something about you
that screams home to me
Something intangible
That pierces through me everywhere
And I can't let it go
Not when the only thing I'm certain I know is that
I
Was
Meant
For
You
I was meant for you
and there's just something about that
something about you
you
meant for you
me
I was
meant
for you
you are my something

-01/02/2009

A feeling I hate

Grrrr. I love my boyfriend. I love everything he says and does, I love the way he makes me feel, I love everything about him. I hate the fact that I can't seem to make my jealous streak shut up every time this one girl talks to him in any medium. I hate the way I get angry, and that it gets to me. I know he loves me, I am not worried about any type of infidelity or unfaithfulness. I just can't stop myself from wanting to hit things every time she pops up with a comment or a text. They never even dated, and she is the only girl that makes me bristle this way. I hate it. What do I do? How do I make myself not be this way about her?

The Discarded Letter

preface: I wrote this a few years ago as an exercise for a writing class, it's designed to make you think, ask questions and then answer them yourself, kind of like a prompt. Feel free to post your ideas in comments if you want, that could be interesting....


On a wet day in April, on a seldom used road; a dog limped by a discarded letter. This letter would remain unread, dear reader, except that it’s words were mine. And it was by simple chance, or maybe fate, that my rambling survived the spring storm. But survive they did and that plagues my soul, for that letter should never have been. I t details a day in my life that I am still not sure truly happened ( although the truth is not so important in this tale) You see on that day I met myself, through her, although I am convinced that she resides not in this world, but only in my head. Still, she gave me back myself. Whoever she is or is not, and it was for her that I wrote the discarded letter that is the catalyst for my story. I wanted to remember her in a tangible way. You see she was not my lover, she was not my friend, she never spoke to me, but instead, she showed me things. Things that I have never gotten over, things that sent me to this darkened road. I will never be the same again. I’m sorry dear reader, but I have to leave you now. They come to attend me, they rattle keys in my lock, and soon I will be gone, the currents will bring her back again, I long for the day that she chooses not to leave. The day when this dank hell will end.

Survival

Ah the days that roll on by
and the shadows on my wall
They bleed together in watchful sorrow
because I am without you and alone
To survive for me is not enough
because I long to live
and now that you have found me
you are the life that gives
But here I sit without you
enduring the cruel joke
And there you are without me too
unable even to see
Ah the night rolls through my window
and the shadows now complete
leave me to my thoughts alone
a vexing place to be
To write you as I have tried
in lines and letters of words
is simply to much to attempt
for you are more than u
I hear your voice and am content
until I open my lashes
and am assaulted by the void
of the lacking space beside me
The phantom arms that hold me close
each and every night
are not as strong as the counterpart
that reality amiably binds
in miles and hours and highway lengths
and empty pockets that find
a bit of octane fuels the heart
much more than it fuels the drive
Ah the suns rolls above the clouds
and the shadows release to play
and I alone with myself wake to find
I have survived another day

Viewpoint

How many times a day does a person walk through a door? Do we ever really think about it? The doorway, I mean. Perhaps we should.

Meghan stared through the display glass window of the dress shop. Her light grey eyes focused completely on an antique wedding dress that was made almost entirely of lace the color of dried corn silk. It was strapless, but it had matching gloves that ended at the wrist to imitate sleeves. The skirt puffed out under the lace layer in a trumpet like shape. Meghan loved it, she knew that dress was meant for her.

Inside the shop a woman with blue horn rimmed glasses and dark hair pulled back in a menacing bun, watched the grey eyed girl with interest. Most of the people on the street would turn to glance at her small store, but so few really appreciated the beautiful peaces that were her life's work. This girl she could see, was absolutely taken in by it. She smiled to herself, and the deep wrinkles on her face stretched themselves deeper. Perhaps, she thought, here was the opportunity she had been waiting for. She walked around the counter and looked up. The girl was gone.

Jonathan watched Meghan from across the street. His deep red hair hanging in his face made him look sad. She was staring through a window at a dress shop. At what? he wondered. He shrugged his shoulders and his denim bomber jacket jingled as one of the buttons fell to the ground. He groaned, attracting the attention of a cute blond girl that was walking past. He winked at her and she giggled, then he bent, picked up the button, and returned to watching Meghan. Meghan, whose black hair hung to her waist in soft waves. He loved her hair, and he was almost paralyzed by it as it fanned in the wind when she turned away from the window and started walking down the street. He didn't notice the blue-rimmed glasses that watched him as he moved away after her.

George Conover was a business man. Business was what he was all about, and business was what he was good at. He was the highest paid consultant in the entire state, but he had a little problem paying his parking tickets. So now, he was sitting at this smelly corner bus stop waiting for the green line to show up and take him a block from home. His leather briefcase sat at his feet, it was heavy and polished black so that is shone and was almost reflective. He looked down at it and was surprised to see a flash of silver, a high heeled shoe, two of them actually, on feet. He looked up at the dark haired girl in the green halter dress. She smiled casually at him, her grey eyes crinkled slightly, but she said nothing. He nodded back at her and looked around. The bus stop, which had been empty when he arrived, now held three other people, the girl, a red haired boy, and an older man with a can and an oxygen tank. George got up off the bench and offered it to the old man, who wheezed at him in gratitude and sat down. The dark-haired girl smiled warmly at him. "That was incredible" she seemed to say. The red-haired boy coughed behind her and moved a few steps closer to them. It was a relief to George to board the bus when it arrived.

The boy with the denim bomber jacket and brown biker boots caught her eye, and Brooke shifted to make room in her seat for him. She smiled when he sat, and crossed her legs, letting her shorts ride up a little, to show him her thigh. She was rewarded for her efforts when he took a long look, and she ran her finger down the line of her leg for him. He blushed a bit and looked up. She caught his brown eyes in hers and uncrossed her legs, for some reason this boy made her feel bold, and a little dangerous. She reached out for his hand, and he closed his eyes as she laid it on her exposed inner thigh. She flushed when she started to gently moved his finger over her skin and towards her center. She was afraid to look at him again as he touched her, but if she had, she would have noticed that he was watching the girl who sat two rows ahead of them and across the isle, and if she had noticed that, she would have been insulted. Instead she was moist and hot when he got up without a word and followed the girl off at her stop. Brooke smiled with pleasure at the encounter.

Ryan was thirteen now. Today was his birthday, and he was teenager. Three years away from his license, and lifetimes away from ever getting a date. He looked longingly at the cars parked on his block, and thought about how it would feel to drive one. He waved at Meghan, the pretty girl from down the street as she got off the bus. She waved back and kept walking. Ryan didn't really pay attention to the red-haired guy behind her, he was too busy watching Meghan walk, but he noticed when the guy pushed her into the alley, he heard the thud as she fell. He also noticed that one of her shoes had come off on the sidewalk, one of her silver high heels. She wore those shoes all the time. He scurried across the street to the mouth of the alley. He should have tried to help her, he knew that. Instead he watched. She saw him standing there, her eyes begged him to help, but Ryan couldn't move. She was bleeding from a cut on her forehead. The guy had a hand over her mouth, he was raping her. Ryan knew that. He knew a lot of things, he knew he should do something. So he picked up her shoe, and watched.

Betty Miller answered the door. The neighbor boy Ryan, stood on her porch. He was shaking and pale, covered in sweat. He handed her a silver high heeled shoe, her daughter Meghans, and then he fell, face down into the house. Betty screamed when she saw the boot knife and the blood. She called the police. She was too late. Betty trebled as the covered the boy with the body bag, she answered every question, but no one could answer hers. Why did he have Meghans shoe?

Anchor woman Joy Alms scanned her top story for the evening news and frowned. Just once she would have liked the top story to be happy. The producer gave the cue and Joy came on the air. She told the story of a local girl, found in an alley, she was rapped and beaten. She was wearing a single silver high heel. Joy Alms didn't know it, but Betty Miller, had finally gotten the answer to her question.

I write Poetry

I read poetry with a biased eye
Who decides? I think, that these words
mean more than mine
But as I read, I step in time
To someone else's rhythm and
someone else's rhyme
I picture places I've never been
I see new faces I've never seen
I hear words spoken that touch my heart
I deal with places
I am torn apart

I read poetry with a biased eye
Who decides? Thinks I, that these words
are more than mine
But as I read
I step across seas
I enter palaces
I float with the breeze
I move through time
I settle in space
I watch death
I see grace
I relearn lessons I thought I knew
I look around, I see new hues
New colors come in
They fade
and die

Because I read poetry with a biased eye

Ahhhh.....yay stuffs.....

*sigh*

So many things are going through my mind these days. Things about houses and jobs and futures and can I just say WHOA! Of all the things I never thought I would be concerned about, it's my job. I mean seriously, I want to write and travel, that's it. So what does it matter what kind of job I have? It matters quite a bit it turns out. I have recently began to love pretty much every aspect of my personal life, both currently and in the projected future. And let me tell you, loving my personal life has only foiled how much I loathe and despise pretty much every aspect of my professional life. So, what am I going to do about it? First things first. Finish my degree, I have one class left, and that just looks bad. I mean, what serious employer is going to hire someone who quit at the end? Nobody likes a choker, I mean seriously, I'm a Bears fan, I know how much I hate it when they quit at the end. So, that's goal number one, and should be achieved at the end of the spring semester. Huroo!

Then what? Well, to be honest, I'm going to wait to finish my degree to try to land that killer job. Of course, first I have to find it, apply for it, call about it, inquire about it, and basically be almost obnoxious about it until I get that interview. I've always been good at interviews. I'm 98% sure that I can land any job I want. I just have to land the interview first. But before I can land an interview, I have to find the job. Such a vicious cycle. oh well. I suppose I should put together a list of good professional references as well. That's a little scary.

Also, this job, has to have a level of flexibility in it's scheduling. I know I know, that's asking a lot, but, it's really non-negotiable when you consider the amount of traveling I do locally and abroad. I would love to find something that is 3/4 of the year on, and have my summers off. I just don't want to teach, which poses a bit of a problem. I know I'll find it, I just have to learn where to look :)

Anybody got any ideas? I'm open to suggestions.

And on the Rollercoaster I Ride...

Well, gosh. It has been awhile. I apologize, but I don't promise to do better. SO much has happened since I last wrote that I'm unsure of where to start, so I usually find in times such as these that my subconscious has some type of creativity in store, so I will write spontaneous poetry and hope it makes sense, and hope it is a poem. lol. Here goes.



Where do you start when you can't begin
I suppose you go to the beginning again
And that was years ago and a different me
So how can I tell you what can no longer be?
When everything is changing then I can't be the same
I know that I am suddenly weary of my name
At of the way it stands today, but all that is ahead of its place
It's too early to explain the smiles on my face
Before you know the trials I explored
The time I spent face down on the floor
Begging God to take it away because I couldn't have it anyway
Walking through my door everyday with anger in my heart
Feeling taken advantage of, lost, and torn apart
I had no where to turn that I would acknowledge
After all you can't get my life just because you went to the same college
And somewhere in all that I snapped
And left it all behind
To help a loved one, and be repaid in kind
The payment came alright, though not the way I hoped
I met the guy I'd always dreamed of, and turns out he couldn't cope
So I gave up again and turned to the friend that lived outside my lines
And what a turn of events that when I spoke to him I find
That my world has expanded it's borders, or maybe his contracted
but suddenly I could have the one to whom my heart was attracted
And now I sit in the palm of his hand
Happy because he is my man
And on the brink of change again, I find myself slightly whelmed
It can't be as good as it sounds
So many things left unsaid from the beginning that is now at end
And the beginning that is begging to start
I find the wanderings are now in my imagination that used to reside in my heart
How's that for a story
Not quite enough?
Well you try it sometime
Telling a story is art, and this is rough
and just beginning, even though technically, it's finally ending.