shores of love

Friend, I have lived and I have died
I have laughed and I have cried
I have shed a million tears
And battled all my thousand fears.

When the dark ones came to hurt me
I turned around and fought
Glad my blade, swift my sword
Their lives we're dearly bought.

I have flown on wings of heaven
And breathed beneath a lake
The roars of wind and weather
Have been summoned for my sake.

I have gone on many a venture
And journey in my dreams;
For because of my night wonders
I can say I've done these things.

But never did my wandering thoughts
Lead me to that sea side cove
Sea side cove with wonders filled
That I've heard them all call love.

No Ive never been in love,
Never in my many a night,
Not until that dream that is,
When he came within my sight.

He proved to me that he was good
At last I found my match
No longer did i dream alone,
He was more than just a catch.

We thundered down the stony beach
And laughed along the shore
We splashed in waves of diamond blood
And knocked at mermaids door.

We sat beside a sparkling fire
When the waves were black with night
And there we stayed on love's pure shores
Until the morning light.

When light came he kissed my brow
And I wondered where he went
But then I knew at it was I
Back to the day being sent

I woke upon my lonely bed
And wished his arms around me
And every night I seek that dream
And the shores of love for he.

bright eyes

Bright eyes turn the bleakest storm
Into a sunny day.
Comforting eyes burst through the clouds
And melt the squall away.

Twinkling eyes alight a note
That carries on a tune
Of giggles and a cheerful laugh
Then a rousing song soon.

Courageous eyes do spur a
Wary kid into a ram
And calm eyes still the saddened cry
Better than hushing hand.

But His eys make the black heart
Fill up with sudden light
The cold dark eyes that dark to look
Are bright eyes with His sight.

flow me a river

Flow me a river
And build me a boat
To carry me away
To a place far away.

A place far away
From the tears and pain
That rush round as mem'ries
Or fall down like rain.

Then build me a home
That's filled with good things
Give me a chance that I
May start over again.

So flow me a river
And make me a boat
To carry me away
To a place far away.

i climbed the tallest tree in town

I climbed the tallest tree in town.
Carefully not looking down,
I traveled up and up and up
Until I reached the very top.

And there I looked out, far and wide.
Up and down on every side,
I stared at every gray horizon,
And blinked into the brilliant sun.

I leaned as far as I could go
Until I almost fell below
And tumbled to the stony ground
So pulverized, I couldn’t be found.

And though I gazed and peered intent
My atmospheric time was spent
In vain, since I could not spot You
Not even behind the farthest blue.

temptation makers

They asked me to join them
For just a couple moments
Just a couple minutes
And I'd be done.

They said I'd like it
Said I'd enjoy it
Said I'd love it
And it'd be fun.

They were so nice looking
And so convincing
I couldn't resist 'em
So I said, "fine."

And now I'm crying
And now I'm crying
And now I'm wishing
I'd known better.

They asked me to join them
For just a couple minutes
Just a couple moments
And that'd be it.

They said I'd like it
Said I'd enjoy it
Said I'd love
And it wouldn't hurt a bit.

They were lyin'
And now I'm cryin'
And wishing I had
Known better than that.

awkward moments

We stand around and look at
anything but each other.
I twist my curls around my fingers
And you play with a feather.

We try to start a conversation
But end up misunderstanding
By the time it's all cleared up
The subjects not worth discussing.

We laugh at something small.
The other begs an explanation.
But when the explanation's given
It's just not funny at all.

But when we part ways
And hug each other goodbye
We think of something to say
But now we have to fly.

It takes a week of fermenting
A plan inside our heads
To know waht to talk about
Next time our mouths run dead.

Next time we're together
There's something in the way.
We forget our plans and motives,
And just stare into space.

acting

I stood up quickly
And just as fast
Wished I was sitting down
Cuz everyone was looking my way
With a concentrated frown.
One sympathetic creature
Urged me to proceed
So I lifted my script
And holding it before my eyes
I began to scream.
I wondered why I'd ever started
But it was too late to go back.
As everyone covered their ears
I thought, "What the heck!"
I was sweating
When I sat back down
And yet he looked at me
Over his fierce mustache
"That wasn't big enough."
He said.

"natural beauty"

You're not pretty enough
So we'll fix you up:
A little make-up
And a lot of cover up.

Were gonna paint your skin
And pull out your hair
You're prettier thin
Than the way you are.

We're gonna cover this section
That makes us sick
Get a liposuction
And here's some lip stick.

We will take out the pins
And pierce your flesh;
Use ink on your skin--
You're gonna be so fresh!

Then out comes the shoes--
That squeeze your feet--
And a pencil dress
That'll make you complete.

Oh, looking at you
You take our breath away
You're some hot dame,
And a natural beauty!

the storm that's me

The black waves crash violently
And the sky beats like a drum
Around a calm and sunny isle
In the middle of a storm.
This seems to be the state
Of my tempestual heart
It battles, wars, and screams
Like a chaoitc, confused dream.

The storm is the conflict
That wages within:
A constant battle of good and bad.
Who knows who will win?
At times the one seems stronger
And gets the better hand
And other times they're equal
Like a flat and endless land.
But in the swirling center
Of the whirlpool in my heard
There's that sunny, peaceful island
Surrounded by sharks.
All my hopes and dreams and wishes
Are stranded in that place.
Although they go no where,
They cannot be destroyed.

And on that sunny island
Under the shade of a palm tree
You bask in the sunniness
And calm the strom that's me.
And calm the storm that's me.

Stalkers

Have you ever had this extremely awkward feeling? =P Haha...This is the type of thing I write when I can't sleep: Creeper Poetry. =P

Every time I sneak

A peak at you

Your eyes are there to meet mine

In reply.

I turn away

And hide my face

In surprise

And wonder if even when

My head is turned

You're still looking at me

Or if it's just an odd

Coincidence.

Every time I look at you

I feel as if I'm

Indulging in some kind

of sin.

Because I'm not satisfied

Till I know what you look like

Right then.

Maybe it's nothing

Or maybe it's just me

But sometimes I think,

Don't laugh please,

That all of this is rather suspicious.

You and I

Can't deny

There's something going on.

Let's face it,

kay?

Let's accept it, brother,

That you and I

(Oh how to put it?)

Are stalking each other...

Fairies Dream

Trees sleep.
Flowers closed.
Flies die.
Streams seem
Still.
Fairies lay
deep in the brush.
Hiding from
The violent rush.
Leaves fall
From reaching branches
That creek
With tired age.
Fairies lay deep
in the moist
Of soft earth
And dream.
They dream
of spring
That seems
to be
Gone
for eternity.
They dream
of laughter
And fairy dances
At night
Under the smiling moon.
They dream of nests
Where birds sing
Before they take flight
Into a blue sky.
Fairies dream deep, deep,
Under the sea,
In coral palaces.
They sleep with pearls
And stir
In their slumber
Faires sleep deep, deep,
In feathery
Downy clouds.
Sometimes they cry
In their dreams
Because they miss
The fun they had.
Then the sky darkens and fills
With their sparkling tears.
Fairies sleep
And weep
And dream
And seem
To be
Nonexistent.
But one day
maybe
when things are quieter
they may wake up
come out
and dance once more
under the sun

Sing it Loud

When the circle has grown I would never ever do it, but I was singing this in the shower (haha) so I thought I'd write it down. =P To uncomfortable size And everyone's looking With down cast eyes Then pick a song The first on your mind: Sing it loud Like there is not a crowd Sing it cleaer Like there's no one to hear. Sing it like you would in the shower Or on the road alone Under a lonely bower Sittin' on a stone. When words fail you People stare at you An awkward silence reigns Then pick up the tune And sing...oh sing anything!!!!! They can quiet a conversation With their awkward looks But nothing can silence The song on your lips!! They're quiet cause they think That anything They do will be bold and rash and laughed at; So show them the truth And open your shoot And send out a volley of tunes! No one can silence a song If everybody knows it And everybody sings along. You don't have a conversation memorized But you've got countless lyrics In your mind. So when everything is quiet And words fail your mouth Then send out a shout Of a song!

Peaceful Departure

This is one of my older ones; it is probably several years old.

All my while I thought life would

Be long in wait of going.

All my life I thought death could

Be long in wait of coming.

But now I lay upon my bed

With thoughts of death thick in my head,

And now I know the truth for sure

Of my own life's departure.

Outside the sun is rising

Like it would any other day,

But when it falls it will be carrying

My life up far away.

I cannot say that I am scared

Because in my heart I know

That I will be with him who cared

About my former life below.

Tire Swing

Ramblings of a child..."poetry" in quotes =)

"I climbed a very tall tree
And tied a rope to the furthest branch;
Then I fell out.
When I was okay
I picked myself up
From the cold concrete
And tied a tire
To the end of the rope:
A swing.

Climb aboard my plane,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Feel the breeze,
Oh, travel the seven seas
Of the air and sneeze
Into the wind.

Back and forth,
Higher and Higher,
I know I'm in one place
But I feel as if I couldn't
Travel any farther.

There's something magical
About flying in the sky
(Even if it's not very high)
and something magical
About stearing to and fro
Even if the only directions
Are back and forth.

I got a little whoozy
And had to take a break
But it was pretty worth it
For the flying's sake.
I'm pretty sure,
Besides feeling queezy,
I'd make a great bird,
Cuz I am so very breezy.

I'd invite you on my tire swing
For a little trip yourself,
But the rope broke
And all that's left
Is a lonely rope swinging on the highest branch
And a couple broken bones."

The Warrior Knitters =D

I was litterally sitting in the Williamses den and was writing poetry to pass the time. So, I wrote a poem about Mrs. Williams and Mom knitting on the couch beside me. That last bit is accurate to reality =D

I lounged inside the Willie Den
And couldn’t help but giggle when
My mommy and the Willie dame
Would speak—they sounded just the same.

Their needles danced within their hands
And followed each of their commands,
As they talked of this and that
Behind a bit of chocolate.

And though an earthquake came
And shook the house in which they sat
They chatted just the speedy same
And asked to pass the chocolate.

And when I cowered behind a chair
Because of lightning everywhere
They lost a stitch and complained to me:
“The storm makes it too dark to see!”

A great, fierce monster charged on through
And reached his hand to eat me threw.
They knit him a pretty scarf of baige
And sent him on his bewildered way.

As I, in awe, gawked and gaped
And asked how they could be so brave
They made another lovely stitch
And said, “It’s just the chocolate.”

And when I read them this good rhyme
They laughed until they were cryin'.
Passing the tissues to the right,
They blew their noses in unison.

=D <3

Why Deny?

No worries; I'll type a happier one out later to make this one up. =)


Someone said
That all I wrote
Was dead
And sad
And smoke.

So I replied:
"You and I
Are going to cry
So why deny
That a friendly laugh
Or a painful death
Isn't important to our lives?

You and I
Are going to die
Sometime
So why deny
That heaven's joys
And hell destroys
Aren't important to our lives?

Why should I lie
About the undeni-
able fact that we will die?"

They looked rather sober
And turned away.
Realizing the truth
That you and I
WILL die
someday.


(btw, that never happened...LOL)

What Thoughts Ran Through His Head?

I wrote this a long time ago..and it makes me sad. =( So I'm posting it to make you sad, too....lol


He took the poker in his hand
And plunged it in the flames.
Instantly a million sparks came shining
And smoldered as they ran.
He settled in his sagging chair
And clasped his transparent hands.
Withdrawing into the dark corner of his distant mind
He could have been anywhere.
Reflecting the curling flames before him
His black eyes glowed with life.
Though still as death the rest of his being
In quiet thought did not stir.
What thoughts ran through that silver head,
What memories coursed through his conscious
And stirred unknown emotions
That did not show upon his face.
Unmovable, fixed, a rock, or a stone,
He sat with bony fingers curled
Smoke curling about the room
And sharply piercing his nostrils.
What cause we wonder is it
That made the chimney stopped,
Preventing mixed fumes and vapors,
To escape into the free air.
Instead they found their wandering way
About his stil and actionless form.
Covered in a choking haze
His mere sillouette could be seen.
The steady rising of his breast
Was disturbed with a slight tremor.
Smoke, once a flourishing tree,
Was the stamp of death, once life.
This is what filled the room,
What was his present reality.
Unaffected, he remained enclosed
Within his thoughts.
What thoughts we cannot cease to wonder
Could have caused him to hate
His own life so much that he
Let himself suffocate.

A Name

As much as I love my part

And can't wait for the acting to start

There's a feeling deep inside my heart

That there's something just not right.

It's a suggestion, a word.

It says "I love you"

And makes me think of a sword

And wit and humor.

Memories, not too long ago

But gone, definitely gone.

Memories filled with the glow

Of laughter, joy, and fun.

But stirred up in all of that

Are questions, and pain.

However, it doesn't make me sad

Because, it's gone, I say!

It is a name

It is a memory

It is a play

It is a story.

To sum it all up

In a simple word

It is this:

It is Beatrice.

:)

I miss you...

Sooo...let's all shed a tear for my depressing poetry. =P





I love you

I miss you

I wanna wrap my arms around you.



But if you were here

I wouldn't touch you.

There's too much fear

To tell you

That I really truly love you.



I love you.

I miss you.

I wanna wrap my arms around you.



But if I saw you

Right now, today

I wouldn't touch you

Because I know you wouldn't be the same.


You wouldn't laugh with me

Like you used to.

You wouldn't talk and joke around.

The earnestness we once had together

Would not be found.



It's okay.

I understand.

I know it's all my fault.

But sometimes...

I can't help but wish

You were here to hold my hand.


I love you.

I miss you...





Goodbye.