Perhaps.

his eyes scream of adoration
and I can only hope my mask is strong enough--
can he read the fear behind my eyes?

Oh, I want,


I WANT to live in his world,
                 all daisies and sunshine,
                         where we can live his american dream,
                                steady job, perfect house, perfect wife, perfect kids. . . .
I WANT to let him love me,
                  all sugary and sweet,
                         where we skip down tree lined streets in his suburban paradise
                                  love, marriage, baby in a baby carriage

Isn't that how the rhyme's supposed to go?

But, see,
life's no children's rhyme,
and love, (ha)
love can be so harsh sometimes.

He says the past doesn't matter, only our future.
             But the past shaped me into this figure.
He says he isn't going anywhere,
              that he'll stay so long as I'll keep him here.

I've got plans.
Adventures to have,
a whole world of exploring to do,
         and an independent streak that would shake even the most individual individual.

He says he's happy to come along for the ride,
and I,
I keep hoping he's able to hang on
tight.

Because, behind the fear in my eyes,
buried under this mask of mine,
there is a glimmer of hope,
and a flicker of adoration,
   a love so new and fragile I'm not ready to admit it's there.

And a hope that
                  he'll help protect it,
                  he'll help nurture it,
until the light
    that is my love for him
illuminates the dark corners of my heart,
and instead of running from them,
perhaps he'll see the beauty in a fractured past,
so elegantly pieced together.

Perhaps,
             love.

Caught.

she smiles
to herself . . .

its a quiet,
private smile,
brought on by a memory,
some happy thought,
unconsciously reflected on her face.

savors the thought,
rolling it through her mind
like a fine wine across a discerning palate.


her eyes close,
inhale,
smile,
exhale,
open.


Caught.

Here's To Risk.

Do I dare? Do I dare hope? Trust?

Can this heart bear
                         another let
                                        down?

Oh, the possibility, true potential,
True, my mind races with fantasies of the life I hope to build.

Never once was it empty,


but each shadowy figure of the past
seems to have cracked the glass
on the oh-so-pretty picture frame
                                                              of MY dreams.

So then,

do I once more pull my heart from the dark shadows I've kept it in,
and thrust it towards the light,
and hope it won't be burnt?

Dreams. Are. Worth. Fighting. For.


Here's to risk.

break from reality, healing quality

Woke up with a broken heart,
couldn't bear it from the start,
locked it up for the day,
that it may wither,
                      wither away.

And when the sun comes back again,
the pain won't be so strong, dear friend.

(Took today off from reality, I'll be back to normal functioning tomorrow.)

'Take This Day' by Kyle DeForrest at Occupy Cleveland 10-06-11

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Poetry I Love: Emily Dickinson "The Daisy Follows Soft The Sun"

THE DAISY FOLLOWS SOFT THE SUN

THE daisy follows soft the sun,
And when his golden walk is done,
Sits shyly at his feet.
He, waking, finds the flower near.
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?"
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"

We are the flower, Thou the sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline,
We nearer steal to Thee,--
Enamoured of the parting west,
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,
Night's possibility!

Dear Friends

There is much going on in life, the past few months have been quite busy, and the next few promise to be just as fast-paced and action packed!  I hope to keep up with my writing.  My not-poetry blog will likely be updated a bit more often, feel free to check it out!

There isn't time.

There isn't time to fall down now,
no time to just lie still,
no time to ponder quiet truths,
no time to restore ruins.

There isn't time to hope or pray,
no time to just endure,
no time to pity circumstance,
no time to cry despair.

No,
all the time has disappeared,
spent on a leap of faith,
not held in place by hopes and dreams,
but solid confidence.

All the time is taken now,
building this new world,
where quiet moments can exist,
with just a bit of time to spare.