Rose Thief

This is a delicately made dramatic monologue in blank verse. The assignment was to write 3-10 lines (much harder than one would think). I would say personally the hardest was figuring out the scansion. This poem may look simple, but it's got a lot going on under the surface!


I leaped over the fence, its white picket spotless
the garden sprinkled with midnight petals,
bending down, the edge of silver scissors
kissing the slender neck of a thorny stem. Slam!
Goes the metal door, boots pounding as I snip
and clip, disappearing into the dark evening fog.

Nightbird

My soul is heavy, grounded
when it only wishes to be
the nightbird
whose wings cut the midnight sky.

The nightbird's song
is the sweet lullaby of the shadow
which dances and sings
in the stars that light up the sky.

I try to climb onto the back
of the nightbird
in which the wind sweeps
underneath and glides in tempo.

My soul is one
with the nightbird
who calls me
to the sky.

Finding Center

Sometimes your mind can feel like a maze,
rushing at a speed that would never be ok
on a highway. And when the outside begins
to blur, it's time to step back, concentrate,
collect and move forward.

Breathe in, it'll clear the fog, wash
away the weeds with some water splashed
down the throat. The clouds will clear
their gloomy nature and the walls
will melt and you will see the sun.

Stop worrying and smile. Let life
come as it may. There's no use in pushing
or forcing what simply is not. Blink
and remind yourself who you are.
Take some time and find your center.

Mouse and Shark

I was going to write a poem. I was going to write a poem about how I am both a mouse and a shark. But alas, the words are just not coming to me so instead I write. Today I realized something more about me that maybe some people don't realize or seem to forget. Like many people, I have two sides. On the surface, I am a mouse. I eat my food in small bites. I squeak when surprised. I'm sensitive and fun and love chocolate like a mouse likes cheese.

But deep down in the ocean, inside of me, I am a shark. I am a journalist at heart. I chase stories. I rip into it like a shark into meat. I eat Public Relations classes in gulps, having the guts to succeed in a place where you will always be questioned. You will always be second guessed. There will always be people to poke holes in your strategic plans and come up with new implications you may not have thought about.

My life is always about questions. Whether I be asking them or thinking about the consequences of strategic planning, I will always have an open ended life. There is never a right answer. But I know that between the sweetness of the mouse and the badass of the shark, I will make it. I will succeed.  The open ended life just makes things more interesting because if there were answers to life, it wouldn't be any fun.

Tornado- Little Big Town

Finding home

I came to NYC to run an experiment, a trial. To find out whether I liked living in the city enough to consider it home post graduation. However, the more I work and the more I be here, I love the city, but I just couldn't be here full time. I guess I always had a feeling this may happen. I guess I always knew the country girl in me was going to win over.

I don't mind the hustle and bustle of city life, it's just tiring. An hour subway from Queens into Manhattan in the morning and then an hour back at night on top of a long work day just burns you out. And plus you spend enough on good food just because it's a quick walk. Your normal homecooked family dinner is a thing of the past.

I just miss my grass and my horse right now. I miss a quiet life where things aren't so insane. And I think that's what I'll be searching out post graduation. Somewhere quiet, whether rural or suburban, where I can have a car and a quiet little apartment, go riding and just do my job.

Scream and Shout- will.i.am and Britney Spears

Reminds me why I love dance beats.

Crowded Room

I didn't even know your name
and you didn't know mine,
but I felt myself shake and shiver
when I caught your eyes on me
and my eyes landed on you.

We were young, experiencing
a new time of life, surrounded
by strangers, thrown together
entirely by chance, the throw
of the dice and us together.

I saw a flicker of the future
dance before my eyes, thinking
of you and I together, but you
disappeared as soon as you
had come, fleeing from the room.

You appeared and disappeared,
the magician leading the magic act,
you didn't know the one who would
ground you was sitting in that room,
waiting to lay her eyes back on yours.

Boyfriend- Laura Bell Bundy

Laura Bell Bundy has seriously taken over as one of my favorite artists in recent weeks. From Giddy on Up to Boyfriend, I'm so in love with her music.

Bearskin Rug

Hey you, yea you standing there in the snow
come in from the chill, leave the ice behind
but bring in some wood with those chiseled abs,
we're gonna need a lot of that while I light
the fire, make it roar and crackle in the hearth.

Hey you, yea you, come sit by the fire,
join me with these down pillow and on the bearskin
rug, shake the snow off those clothes, strip
off the wet layers, hang them by the fireplace,
you won't need those where we're going.

Hey you, yea you, come kiss these fire red lips,
wrap a quilt around our shoulders, sip
the best pinot noir in the cabinet, lay
me down on this bearskin rug, spend the night
with me by the fire as it crackles and burns.

Let Beauty Fly

Let beauty fly, let your wings take flight and smile. Don't dwell on the past or worry about the future. Fly free. Fly with a purpose. Don't be afraid to fly your own way because you are you and you are beautiful.