Poetically Wyld
Poetic? yes. Wyld? maybe.
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Thoughts Abound
Why don't we listen to what our hearts tell us? Why is hard to sit quietly and listen to find out what we really want to do with our lives? Take a few moments to really listen to what excites us in life. What makes us really happy?
Friday, July 13, 2007
Let Me Upgrade Ya!
I received my final grades for the classes I took this past semester. A 94 in critical thinking, 97 in business math and an 87 in american literature. Who rocks?? Next semester I am taking intro to accounting I and applied spreadsheets...
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Love Ghost
How do you tell when your love has become ghost?
Soft and airy to the touch
but not concrete enough to be held or cherished?
How do you protect that love
from drifting in the winds
because its recipient chose to look elsewhere?
The warm southern winds have blown
the unanchored love ghost
adrift in the sea
of unsurety,
the sky has darkened
from it's sunny rays
since the cloud cover of another,
always another,
has appeared.
Soft and airy to the touch
but not concrete enough to be held or cherished?
How do you protect that love
from drifting in the winds
because its recipient chose to look elsewhere?
The warm southern winds have blown
the unanchored love ghost
adrift in the sea
of unsurety,
the sky has darkened
from it's sunny rays
since the cloud cover of another,
always another,
has appeared.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Poetry bug bit me
It's been a long time since I wrote poetry continuously but today the words were just flowing out of me. My poetry comes out better that way, it's more meaningful to me when it is continuous... Currently I am listening to this song called Volt Space, it's on myspace. I wish I could download it, it's beautiful...
Emotionspell
mind swirling against the tide of oncoming emotions,
this flood has a familiarity that makes me sad.
I've been here before,
drowning in the songs of my heart
yet no one hears me singing.
my lungs burn,
filled with a built up passion
only I have no outlet for release.
this fire building,
burning me again
so I write.
my pen franticly scratching the pages of this pad
racing faster
as my thoughts try to capture what's in my heart
and throw it to the wind,
a wind I wish could catch me
because I am falling
ground, dirt, earth
racing towards me
as I fall deep into the unending heat
of my own emotions burning for escape
will anyone catch me?