Her Climb

It took every ounce of dignity for her to climb the tree,
to try and reach the top after she had been thrown down time after time.
She used every drop of courage to sit among the leaves,
take a deep breathe and restore faith in herself.
Wings would begin to bud in her back,
but every time they hurt and she pulled them out.
It swallowed every bit of confidence to reach out a hand,
and let someone come up and climb the tree.
It had to be a special person to climb up after her,
and finally, a passerby grabbed her eyes when he sat at the roots.
She called down, wanting to be heard and saved.
He climbed right up the tree, took her hand, and off they flew.

Struck by You

Let's disappear into the woods, you and I.
Hike on and on and play hide and seek in the mountains.
Jump into the fog and leave everyone behind,
cause all I need is you by my side.
Struck by lightning, struck by you.
I am the thunder and you are the lightning.
Fly through the air and dive into the waters below.
Nothing else matters when I'm with you.
Let's be free and have no walls,
live life to the fullest, hand in hand.
Hearts beat as one, you and I.

A picture may be worth a thousand words, but what about a song?

The poetry in the lyrics of this song make me happy and I thought I'd mix up the blog a bit with some poetic songs.

The Good Kind of Explosion

Sitting in bed at night, I prayed.
I prayed that there was someone out there,
someone to hold me and love me.
I never expected it the way it came,
like fireworks in the night sky,
my heart exploded.
The soft droning of keyboard keys
transformed into busy thumbs and
morphed into the eager await
to hear the voice, smell the cologne,
and swallow you whole in my eyes.
My heart swelled with smiles
and I just knew,
there was a puzzle piece in your heart
that fit perfectly in mine.

Mending Heart

I never knew you'd come into my life.
I never expected to be healed again
after the heart that didn't care shattered me,
threw everything into turmoil and threw me in the trash.
I just want to be happy
and maybe I can with you.
bring me back into the sky,
sit me in the clouds,
and let the sun beat down on my wings once again.

Owl Wing

Ruffling brown black speckled feathers,
spreading them,
reaching from tree to tree
as the dark overcomes the light
and the sun disappears beyond the horizon.
Eyes open with a fright,
bright and determined,
waiting for the excitement of the hunt.
Orange yellow globes, deadly by nature
sharp teeth of talons,
ready to strike the prey.
Taking flight from the branch,
hiding in the night
until finding the perfect midnight snack.
Soaring silently,
discovering the innocent mouse
curled up in the forest moss.
Swooping down, stretching out talons,
captured and gone in the night.

Washed Down the Drain

The day I said goodbye to you,
I knew things would never be the same.
But as those feelings wash away down the drain,
I realize how much I don't feel the pain.

I'm going to move on.
I'm going to be me.
I'm strong and if you don't see that,
then you're not worth my time.

Because there is someone out there,
my dashing prince charming,
waiting to swoop me into his arms
and make me his.

He will not rescue me in the conventional sense,
because I don't need saving.
But he'll mend my heart and make me whole,
and remind me why I wished upon a star.

I will be happy.
I will be special.
I don't need confusion or messing with my mind.
All I need is something genuine.

Am I Invisible?

Other people can see me
so I know I'm not invisible,
but yet why can't you?

Why do you glaze over me,
like I'm just an ant in the grass
or a cloud in the sky?

Do I blend into the background,
almost as in full camouflage,
a chameleon lost on a branch?

Am I not spirited enough for you,
do I not smile and glow,
or have a big enough heart?

Is it because you're better than me,
do I have too many flaws,
like the dents in an old car?

Am I just an object, a toy,
to pass around and never accept,
like a broken chair tossed from sale to sale?

One day I hope you'll see,
and lift the invisibility cloak from your eyes.
I just hope it's not too late.

Dead Hope

We always want to wish,
look up to the stars and hope,
that there's something out there,
that could change the world.

But they never told you about war
or hunger or devastation,
or the hundreds that would lose
 their lives to tornadoes in one year.

They never explained why
men would be so dumb,
or why humankind is so cruel
 to each other and on their own land.

It would never be mentioned how
an entire animal species could be gone
in a matter of months or why
people are so drawn to drugs.

There once existed a hope, a faith
that humans could change and the world
could morph into utopia.
But it's a lie, just a silly lie.

Face the world. Accept the reality.
Because you may hope or wish upon a star,
But that doesn't mean it exists.

Hidden Beauty

Underneath it all tucked under the toughness,
shielded by the worn baseball cap and lowered eyes,
draped in a loose hanging t-shirt and baggy jeans,
lays a deeper meaning, a new appearance.

Only seen by those who truly look,
who use their x ray eyes to understand,
who sit puzzled and determined to get inside the mind,
and hope for a clue to find the key for the lock.

Once unlocked exists a wonder of shimmering gold,
with a glimmering spirit and heart to match,
with the deepest eyes with the most intense expressions,
and a soft hidden beauty.

June Update

Recently, my area was hit by a tornado and I was without power for 3 days so I apologize for not posting any new poems. However, with this recent development, I have a lot of inspiration and will be posting soon.

Thank you followers for May 2011! We beat my pageview record by over 30 views! Let's have another amazing month.

Girl Power

To my dear wifey, Lauren. <3

We don't need no men,
or fancy cars or big houses.
All we need is girl power,
coffee and hugs included.
The Tudors at midnight,
and three a.m. snacks.
Crying over Braveheart,
wandering aimlessly in South Windsor.
Tumbling on the whipped cream
and picking cherry stems.
3 hour Skype chats
and side by side Sims.
Jumping back at the boom of a canon,
and getting lost in the big apple.
All we need is each other
and a little dash of chocolate.