I was Tossed like a Skipping Stone
right in the pale moonlight.
I thought my soul was lost, but it was my Soul that threw the me into the night.
I tried to save myself
by Drowning in my Fears
I tried to pay my dues, by facing my own tears
(I've been swimming in them).
I was Tossed like a Skipping Stone
someone whispered I'd be all right.
I was Tossed like a Skipping Stone
I sank and floated through the night.
The wind chilled my skin but my body was not there.
The darkness froze my senses but I felt enough that bare.
I was Tossed like a Skipping Stone
and I made it through the night.
I was Tossed like a Skipping Stone
discarded, reborn when it was right.
My poetry and rantings. Freestyle live and love and everything good you should take it when you have the chance.
February 2011
Never ignore your poetry blog .It knows where you sleep.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Notice to Ease elucidate an Embrace
There's something dark in Him.
I see it and I still don't care.
Rather trusting of bold Strikes
First taste daze &
and buyers without Wares.
The spaces of this man's mind I don't understand are villianized,
I allow his hands to guide the waltz,
Our eyes meet briefly acknowledging we hear the same music.
And our bodies move together and the story starts and I .
I focus on writing it perfectly, do anything to keep the story going.
I make a blunt motion and take more of his weight on me and I
I akwardly adjust my body to his.
I don't get scared, I don't fight it. I don't expect it. Each time.
Love and life I learn so deeply, my persistent student heart drives me to solitude.
I strain to adjust my body to his, she to he, my joints buckle, bones brittle.
There's something dark in him.
I just need to be held so I can make this story work.
Because the fight is keeping me alive.
I mock the hope I am infested with
Waiting, patient peace dove in my heart blushing with
the dream to beat pure and free one day.
I'm fixing the problem of only seeing the good in everyone.
By provoking the darkness I struggle to be free of; Love predators.
It’s love like a cause to question every beginning
e living, unfolding predestinations grasping for Breadth.
I see it and I still don't care.
Rather trusting of bold Strikes
First taste daze &
and buyers without Wares.
The spaces of this man's mind I don't understand are villianized,
I allow his hands to guide the waltz,
Our eyes meet briefly acknowledging we hear the same music.
And our bodies move together and the story starts and I .
I focus on writing it perfectly, do anything to keep the story going.
I make a blunt motion and take more of his weight on me and I
I akwardly adjust my body to his.
I don't get scared, I don't fight it. I don't expect it. Each time.
Love and life I learn so deeply, my persistent student heart drives me to solitude.
I strain to adjust my body to his, she to he, my joints buckle, bones brittle.
There's something dark in him.
I just need to be held so I can make this story work.
Because the fight is keeping me alive.
I mock the hope I am infested with
Waiting, patient peace dove in my heart blushing with
the dream to beat pure and free one day.
I'm fixing the problem of only seeing the good in everyone.
By provoking the darkness I struggle to be free of; Love predators.
It’s love like a cause to question every beginning
e living, unfolding predestinations grasping for Breadth.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
lighting a flame to see where my compass is pointing me (in progress)
I light my candles
At night to sleep,
It protects the fortress that-
you left for me to weep.
I kept a light on for you,
thought you're smile would come through the door
I think I see why people pay to laugh
And why poets compose memorable words that are recited, every more.
Each night alone alone felt like a week.
I thought you were a knight
And I was your princess
but I was your sky and i followed you away from the stars
because you promised to be my compass
I needed direction
I know it was a lot to ask
But we spoke of love and our family
every night you made me dam sure you would last
I pray for mercy, I pray to ease the pain so- excuse me if
the sound of sleigh bells leaves my face full of tears like rain
Jesus and I, well, we had a falling out just before
And the first time was not late last night
when so much fear came upon me,
the bible fell from my hands right to the floor
I thought this candle had burned down
And my life was hopeless to the core
I thought the last of my matches
would mean I've become a widow, ever more
This little island of mine
only stretches and expands so far
The land is like quick sand, I'd take any thing consistent... even if I am promised endless tar.
This might be true, and-
you might be right
I might as well just love that I love-
and think today I should be in love tonight,
So, drop your axe, old flame
Stay cold and bereft of my warm heart
The day you chose to stop going towards love
and straight to worship was when we should have part.
At night to sleep,
It protects the fortress that-
you left for me to weep.
I kept a light on for you,
thought you're smile would come through the door
I think I see why people pay to laugh
And why poets compose memorable words that are recited, every more.
Each night alone alone felt like a week.
I thought you were a knight
And I was your princess
but I was your sky and i followed you away from the stars
because you promised to be my compass
I needed direction
I know it was a lot to ask
But we spoke of love and our family
every night you made me dam sure you would last
I pray for mercy, I pray to ease the pain so- excuse me if
the sound of sleigh bells leaves my face full of tears like rain
Jesus and I, well, we had a falling out just before
And the first time was not late last night
when so much fear came upon me,
the bible fell from my hands right to the floor
I thought this candle had burned down
And my life was hopeless to the core
I thought the last of my matches
would mean I've become a widow, ever more
This little island of mine
only stretches and expands so far
The land is like quick sand, I'd take any thing consistent... even if I am promised endless tar.
This might be true, and-
you might be right
I might as well just love that I love-
and think today I should be in love tonight,
So, drop your axe, old flame
Stay cold and bereft of my warm heart
The day you chose to stop going towards love
and straight to worship was when we should have part.
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