Month: March 2016

YA Faerie Story!

my sister’s doing a Young Adult story!

Anxiety

If you could,
Please tell me,
what exactly is
Normalcy?
Every thing i do
Just to try and fit in.
And still it feels i will
Never win.

Chaos surrounding
weirdness abounding.
Too strange to be
Like the world around me.
Must fight to adhere
Show no signs
Of queer.

Bury the shame,
Act just the same,
Else you won’t be
Allowed near.

vibrations

A story whispered
Told again.
Heard by those
Not meant to say,
Growing monstrous,
Expansion uncontrollable.
Truth or fiction,
Rumbling through society
Becoming legend,
Becoming real.

Difference twixt legend
and fantasy shone
n a harsh and
an all too revealing light.

Vocal

It’s your voice i hear,

When my doubt is high.

My hesitation stems

From you not hearing

Each echoing cry.
I show you my art,
My blood, sweat, and tears.
In hopes of pride swelling high,

all you can do is huff and sigh.

 

Tis but doodles you claim,
I guess you really do not see
How deeply it is you are cutting me.
I show you my words, written with care,

Shared so intimately.
Only to feel disappointed again.

No pride in me,
No surety.
All i hear dripping from
Those lips i love,
Is how naught i do
Is ever good enough.

In celebration of World Poetry Day

I have decided to share  a poem from each of my volumes of poetry, including my w.i.p.

from  A pocketful of poetry : Don’t blame me

from creative Juices : Creative Juices

From Sacks of Wit : Vibrations

From Word Play : Vocal

And lastly from my Wip….

Life Drops : Anxiety

 

Go find a wonderful poet and enjoy! Here is some of my favorite Poems and Poets.

Sara Teasdale

Wilfred Wilson Gibson

Maya Angelou

Robert Frost

Richard Lovelace

Emily Dickinson

Edgar Allan Poe

Darren Storer

Edna St. Vincent Millay

There are many more, but these are some of my most favorite.

Creative Juices

Dripping loosely
the juices flowing,
the muses kiss sending
random ideas to a
creative brain.
Stories & Poems,
Lyrics and verse.
Flowing free the words
both dark and light.
Wringing out the heart,
pouring loose the soul,
putting pen to paper
trying to fill that hole.
Nothing blocking the drain,
naught to hide the pain.

Beauty and joy,
hope and sadness,
Intermingling loosely
as ink wets the page.

Don’t Blame Me

You see the darkness

That has seeped into my soul,

And fear the same that

Resides within you.

Do not hold me to blame

For seeing what you

Dare not.

Explore yourself,

And see what lies within.

Embrace it all

And fear it not,

For no part of who you are

Is meant to frighten.

I speak what lies

Within the human soul,

Within the human heart.

Those words are torn from

Experience that was hardest won.

Do not hold me to blame

For seeing what you

Dare not.

When you walk along

The path that I was forced to crawl,

And hold your head to the sky,

When I could barely see into another’s eyes.

Do not think to judge that escape

That the truth has wrought.

For in this life the truth

Is the only tool that I was allowed.

Happy World Poetry Day!

A wonderful post about world Poetry day by my sister! She even talks about me. what a wonderful bit of praise to wake up to.

Sanity

A conversation with a friend earlier has all sorts of interesting thoughts going through my head. I am a survivor. My idiosyncrasies all have solid reasons. Yes I am extremely claustrophobic. I was once locked in the trunk of a car and told I would die there. So I earned that fear. Sanity really is dependant on how you view things. I am for all I can be sane….However I have lived through enough to make me wary of somethings. So there are people who would question my mental states. Not all who are insane are such truly, most have been made that way by living a difficult life. Before you judge the behaviours another displays, ask yourself if you know their entire story. Sometimes instead of judging, offer a kind word. You might make a difference.   In today’s society I fear many are less than sane. It is because so many end up suffering.

If you are suffering and feeling alone…please reach out for help.

1 (800) 273-8255

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

Hours: 24 hours, 7 days a week
Languages: English, Spanish

 

Muse

Trying so hard
To spark the muse,
To get an inspire.
Brainstorming,
Planning,
So much i can’t see.
How do i pull this creativity
Out of me?
Searching the web
For the dreams
That others have spun.

To start a storm
Electrifying new places,
Starting ideas flowing.
Elusive muses failing
To provide even
The most simple idea.