Lullaby to a Princess

I don't understand when beautiful eyes cry
Because of a farewell so unavoidable.
Like the angels who dance for our God in heaven
So these stars have danced with every joy.
Why should they be sad all night long,
When the darkest space in the sky is a vast and uncross-able Jordan?
Don't you know?
I will hold you until the storm has fled.
I will cover you with my last blanket (or my first, or any in the middle).
When I am there (which is always),
Not even the shadow of Harm will catch your shatteringly divine eyes.
Don't you know, my star?
If you cry out in the dark of night,
I will awaken the dawn.

you are tired (i think) By: ee cummings

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.
Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)
You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.
But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.
Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.
- e.e. cummings

Eye-Contact

I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.
A never-ending shackle that binds the broken-hearted.
A connection to the souls of all mankind.

Listen to the voices of my neighbor's hurt.
Listen, and take in my helpless stance.
How can I breathe a word to bring them comfort?
How can I disclose my hand and take a chance?

Like a river our love can make our courses strong.
Like a river we bend and sway with time.
I see the golden threads connecting us.
I see it in my heart and not my mind.

Math

Chaotic love
So hard to understand.
Even I mistrust myself
In judgement.
I have been here before,
And I know what it means-
That fathomless likings
Are unstoppable energies.
Good luck, self.

Ummm...

Yah this so isnt a poem or an inspirational quote or anything...im just really bored in chemistry amd kyle isnt emailing me back. Hi leah marie if you ever read this.
So the "do as you otter" poster is creeping me out for some reason...maybe because the dumb animal is floating on its back slightly seductively and holding an erlenmeier flask on his belly...wierd.

Early Christmas

A dullish knife wrenching through my heart
The balance point of an uneven scale
Trying to make things right
Storm clouds gather to grumble throughout the day
Until the end when they cry in open war
Warm, salty rain drenches the wanting earth
One spot of sunshine yellow spoke to me
Unaccountably this was the biggest break
To the accountable clouds.
If I found I was a mother
Giving up her only son
This is the course of my sorrow.
It is possible to smile anyway
I have found.

Two Crosses In The Sky

Sparkling diamonds on the windshield
Smearing the streetlights into rougish stars
People walk fast under black umbrellas
Feeling the rain on their bare ankles
Slumbering leaves drenched and strewn across my path
Puddles form mirrors for the angels to see their reflections
Smells like vanilla from the windows
A few more drops and the world will fall asleep

Too Young To Die

I only saw you living
A smirk always on your face
You saw the world in grey and white
And ignored the blackest days.

Until the hour
I watched you fall
Into the whirlpool of the world
Until the time when
Under each smile was the remnant of a sigh

That was when I saw:
I had never seen you die.

Place me like a seal over your heart,
Like a seal on your arm;
For love is as strong as death,
Its jealousy unyielding as the grave.
It burns like a blazing fire,
Like a mighty flame.
Many waters cannot quench love;
Rivers cannot wash it away.
If one were to give
All the wealth of his house for love,
It would be utterly scorned.
-Song of Songs

"Jesus replied, 'What is impossible with men is possible with God.'"

Account

Once I cried
Stormy tears on the
Passenger side.

Twice I mourned
Alone in my room
I groaned.

Thrice is enough
To weep for the
One you love.

"...because one never quite can get tired of talking and walking with a god."
- crybaby22

Yeah, I Know...

I NEVER thought I would darken my blog with sports pictures...but the deed has officially been done. I love Tom Brady!

Curled against the contuors of my heart
Is a small but potent trouble
Aching away my peace

Wind Forever Sings

At this time there is an
Emptiness in my soul.
I look and see a world of ache;
Come to my heart which
Is no more it has been
Broken

I am waiting
I will be waiting

Three rainbows - colors
Alight against the
Lacey grey of clouds.
They remind me to
Hope.

The one who broke my heart
weeps for another at my left.
She who he cries for
Fumes at my right.

At this time there is a
Hopeless cavern opening
In my chest
I cannot see past the
Dampness under each eye

I still wait
Do you know I am
Waiting?

Forgotten in a flurry of lives
I huddle to keep
Warm against the back
Of a stranger
He turns around.

At this time there is an
Answer careening toward
My falling heart.

I will wait forever.

Though the sorrow may last for the night, joy comes with the morning!

Quicksilver

There are
Winged voices
In the rain.

The lamp is
On a stand
In the corner.

They are
Saying goodnight
To the faces.

The face is
Peacefully turned
To the eves.

There are
Always sounds
In the rain.

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The Day the World Ran Away

When everything falls apart
I look behind me into the smoking shadows.
The abyss of shame and terror formed in crumbling ruins.
Collected sighs
Hover near the rubble

I see two figures -
No, only one.
Walking alone through a hall of broken mirrors.
A ghost of a soul
With tiresome eyes and
Trodden eyebrows.
I weep
For she must be lonely.

Her voice, though...

She cries out to the sky
That is thousands of ages away.
She whispers to the bones of lost memories.
She laughs into the caverns
That surround her seemingly hellish existance

She smiles at her reflections
In that hall of broken mirrors

"You are my star," she says.

And the world stands still
To look back again.

An Assumption

Two problems arise
At the turning of the hour
One
That I remain
Exactly the same as back
In June when it rained.
Two
That you are
No different from that day
You donated advice
Last June when it rained.
Why are they problems?
The stars asked one night.
I averted
My eyes and saw
The moon wink at my sighs
I suppose he means

Two problems will be solved
At the turning of the hour

Narrative from Around

Once i was waking down the hall
An around the corner he came all tall and purposeless
The one guy...who hangs out with homogeneously black-haired chics
Hes everywhere.
Last Friday i cried against the railing for him
When he ran.
I walked throu crowds of people only to fine i was completely alone with the
Gawking moon.
I couldnt understand so I wept. Cried. Whatev
That was last week.
On Tuesday I wore my lucky socks
Redbluelightbluewhite they were hidden by owls, i think
But, anyways he was there very close by
When i scurried around him like a frightened rat
Which i was
Why scared? Yeah who knows
That was tuesday. When i saw him twice.
Then today. He was talking with scrunchy eyes and white teeth.
Like i remembered. Bt then there was those dyed-hair freaks again closing in on him and i only caught a corner of his smile
That was today...
So. Tomorrow? Hmm...
I see him down the hallway. And we smile. Because after all he's exactlythe sameas he was that sememster when we were buds
That was last year.

Post Choir

There often is a tear on the face of the moon.
But not tonight.
Tonight the moon is winking at me
For he knows of a secret
I don't know myself.
The secret will change my soul.

"But dont go worrin if i sneak out hes a christian boy dont raise the alarm.
Cause he wont bring nothin but my heart harm.
Cause hes got those strong arms from workin on the farm."
-FangPoet

Singing

I want to hear you again.
To feel the soft breath of your words.
I look to the heavens and cannot see your face
When I plunge into the darkest seas your light is not shining there,
O my only dove.
My soul is shattered glass.
When you flew my heart my soul fell to the depths of anguish.
Return to me or I shall live no more
I need to hear you again.

9/11/2011

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength."
Mark 12:30 

Dependency

Left of center
East of right
Line it up
And say it nice
Hate me tomorrow
Love me today
Watch me fall
I heard you say
"Don't get up
You need me there."

Via

A letter to my missing friend
The one who I have loved most of all.
My best friend
He used to punch my arm and call me names
And copy homework and distract me in class.
My best friend
He wrote me letters and told me
What I needed to know about
Myself.
Now I am writing a letter to my missing friend
That one down there with the number 84
The one who loved me most of all.
Next time you talk
Tell him
My life's not the same without him.

Ancient Archives

My eyes are open to the morning grey.
I lie for hours; not a word I say.
The light will come as it does every day.
Then I shall shout and leap and play.
Until I grow tired again.

The wind comes racing across the world
Tell me of how you frolicked and twirled.
Come whisper of places where stars have swirled
Show me the smoke from the dragon that curled
Among his treasures of gold.

A sleepy twitter erupts from up high.
The birds of paradise that shimmer and fly.
As green as an emerald; gold flatters my eye.
I watch for God's jewels in the grey of the sky
That is turning quite certainly blue.

I lift my face to the first rays of light.
They stretch, dance with all of their might.
The sun in its majesty climbs to the heights.
Each creature will laugh or weep at the sight
Of the greeting of a new day.

Count Your Blessings

Right now, she needs love...
Just some love.
It is a deep sadness...
A very very deep sorrow
With smooth skin and smokey thoughts,
She sits by the fire.
The embers stare back rudely.
The peace of the faded sky
and the sweep of old melodies...
Drag her away from her soul.
Into that melancholy.
Are you okay?, they ask.
She's always okay., they reply.
Give her some sweet love
to dry away the peace of sorrow.
Just some sweet sweet love.

Found In Phone

The moon peeks at me between the trees.
Seven men have hunted me
Six have met their doom
Five kept knives
Four had wives with barren wombs
Three men followed a narrow path
Two had money to spare
Only one did I love of those seven men
One man hunted my heart and won
But what is the use of a captured heart
When it is left to pine with the waxing moon?

Snap

The first kiss on a velvet cheek
I was ready
I smiled broadly to the falling sky.
It's not always a memory that is remembered
...neither is any of those times.
Just hope when it's needed
they'll appear.

Captured

In a valley of burning black
the angels wept silver tears.
Each tear was a blessing.

In the anger of the charging waves
brave men cry
adding salt to the ocean.

God knows their every breath
even those that fall
in the dark places
between the stars.

Oil and Water

Said the lake
The waves
The trees can tell
Ask the moon
She sees all
She knows
They will come
They will
Hear the rhythms
Of the waves
They will
Touch the stars
They shine
For you
Said the lake
The waves
The trees will say
They'll come home.

Oh That's Sad

thirty men in a helicopter
flying low over the broken towns
one thinks of his brothers
at home still young and daring.
the searching eyes of a certain woman
fall into his heart at that moment.
he feels again her pulse beneath his hand.
another man looks at the barren fields below,
and longs for the son he has never met.
a flash a blow a resounding cry
and pain.
thirty men...and a helicopter
carry me home
home to my father
let me fly away
higher than a stealth bomber
remember me
when your kingdom comes
by the hands of withering chaff
chattering guns and roaring grenades
collapsing souls and murdering families
one death among millions
thirty men and thirty families
saving the world.

Stream

Don't you remember....
The reason you loved me?
Was there only one
Who understood your heart
Who felt your pain when you couldn't breathe
You couldn't breathe because of the judging
The misunderstanding eyes
That followed us everywhere
But what happened to me?
Nothing, I suppose...
Unless you remember
the reasons you loved me.
Was there more than one?

Once Upon An August

I can see my heart
it isn't broken,
but fissures
and wounds
run along the edges
Each one
loved and lost
builds it up
and tears it
apart.
So don't worry
about breaking
my heart
Sometimes I think
it can only
be scarred

If you can't handle me at my worst, you don't deserve me at my best!

More Names

Jason Gabriel
Alice Emilie
Amya Elizabeth
Jack Dawson
Edward Nathaniel

Through the Window

On the wind
The same sea I watch
At home
The roses climbing wild
In my garden
The sweet breath of a baby
Singing me to sleep

Explanation#6

That is why there is pain
When a love is made.
Giving up self
To gain another.
Love itself can hurt.
That is why there is pain.

Don't Hold Me Down

Confusion
Is exactly that.
They say,
It's a
Violent world.
I wish it wasn't.
I want to love
With the love
That can't be
Swayed.
Faithful men
Are hard to
Come by
When the sun
Rises on a
Broken world.

A Kid With Eyes

There is a child with
Beautiful eyes
Who turned to me
And watched me
Watch my heart.
He pressed a palm
To the glass
And stared like
He would never see enough
To satisfy his glare.
Three windows away
From potential freedom
There is a child with
Beautiful eyes
Who saw me
See my heart.

When I Look Down

I am an outcropping -
An awkward edge.
I am the turning of the tide
Against the wind.
Look for me
When you really want another.
Talk to me
If you want nobody to hear.
Clap your hands
And dance
Because I have come
To love you.
But I will make you cry.
I am the speed of time
And the tock of the clock.
I am the slow setting sun
Over a quickly changing sea.
Watch me -
I will never stay the same.

Isn't it nice to know that the lining is silver?

My Lucky Name

The girl with the sad eyes and frozen smile
Knox with the apple trees in a circle
By night she wanders in search of a child
The child with a merry laugh and twinkling brow
Mara of beauty and song, lying
In elegant simplicity upon the grass
Away from the girl, streaming and rushing
Memories of a man
With tortured hands and a forgotten look in his darkest eyes
Who has forgotten him? Or who did he forget?
Himself, astride a noble beast in control of another
Left her behind with the thought of love
She never understood and never wept
For she has someone to look for
Someone to find who gave her a name
A lucky name and a memory
Knox with the apple trees in a circle -
There she will ask you where
Have you heard her call?
Next time, give the girl a memory
She will never be forgotten again.

It is never wrong to love someone
Sometimes your heart is the only thing
That keeps you hanging on.

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A Falsehood

There is one
Who refuses to enter
Though he stands on the brink
Of being let in.

There are two
Who can't see past
The end of their own noses
To make him stay.

Lies of Poets

A Third Party (or Fourth)
Then there's the keelamonster.
Who carries her beauty tucked in her ponytail.
And tried to hide her killer-eye behind
pokey bangs.
She is small, but built like a cozy mermaid.
Inside the keelamonster is a pearl.
It is a shiny, unwanted pearl.
But three - no four - people in the world
love that pearl inside our -monster
Keelamonster glides through a situation
with the grace of a cupcake.
Her secret is a largeness there and 
a paleness here, but even Dujer cannot
know that he and it are not de-thorned
roses.
Dujer shows his irrepressible smile and
scrunched eyes as he ignores the weakest
third of him that is no longer ignorable.
Then there's the keelamonster.
Then there is the pearl.
Who's in the middle?

 

Maika: french girls' name meaning 'who is like God?'
Such a cute name!

Memories

The air smells like cinnamon
Is it raining?
No...after the rain
I will fall for you again
And lay my face in your hands
Because the air has cinnamon raindrops
Falling from uncertain thunderclouds.
I will hold you close
Because steamy rain slides
Like silver from the eves.
Don't take it for granted
When the air smells like cinnamon,
The time has come for loving.

Photosynthesis

Birds sing in the tops of trees
Squirrels chatter in the branches
I hide up on the edge of my roof
My world far below as far as far can be.
Don't fetch me until the pain is gone
Leave me while the sky is grey.
In the morning I will return
With enough sunlight to sustain me
Until the pain pulls grey back into my mind.

So don't get tired of doing what is good. Don't get discouraged and give up, for we will reap a harvest of blessing at the appropriate time.

How Vast are His Thoughts.

There is a valley of thorns
Of thistles and weeds
Where roses bloom in summer.
A perfect white blossom
Unblemished
Sleeps in tender arms -
With the knowledge of angels
Behind sealed eyelids.
Don't wake up, sweet Rachel
My rose.
The world is too small.
Yet in heaven resides
Your father who loves you
And carries you on strong wings
Until the day your petals close.

Long ago I was made.
In the depths of the earth
I was made.
To love only one God
Though the earth is full of them.
How can such longing belong
In this speck of dust?
I am unaware of
The footfalls of my soul.

AND EVERYTHING YOU DO MUST BE DONE WITH LOVE!!!

Speaking for Peter

I don't know what to get you for your birthday.
You mean more to me than all my arms and legs.
I can't help but be concerned at this delay,
But what could ever hurt my love for thee?!

The rain that taps my window pane -
The sun that fills the sky.
I dream of you and dream of you again,
But what could quench my longing to see your face?

A thousand names have filled my world
Each one more special than the last.
Yet there is one who's name alone I adore.
Isabella, Isabella...my own sweet love.

In the end I'll know the truth
In the beginning I'll know what I want
But in the middle I have no answers
I have every feeling
I have no discretion or hind-sight
I have only the trust that Someone knows what's going on

Three Conversationalists

Thats because it's food coloring.
You're food coloring
Well actually that's a complement because you're saying she's a permanent substance that makes things beautiful.
Thanks so much! I'm sure you meant it in exactly that way...
I did.

Mostly

Too blind
I see the glory in things people do
There shining faces of Things in past
Too small
To reach the things others can
It's not too difficult
To restrain these hyenas
From mirdering ur soul

Painful

I don't even know what to do.
I think I can't handle it...because of the stress.
The insecure security. The knowledge that someone else is talking to him right now.
I'm not mature enough to handle that kind of relationship.
Maybe I never will be.
But I can See myself with him in years and years.
Not now.
What can I do????
Just cuz he lied to me ages ago - said he'd be home all the time
Well, that's turned into holidays and too surprise you.
Not home very much
And he's obviously fine with it
I feel weak around him
Boneless (like Ivar) and filled with hateful, tragic thoughts
I almost cried twice today with him.
And I don't know if he cared.
But he still says he loves me.
He still says he cares
He teases me
He looks at me sometimes
He holds my hands and kisses my lips.
How many times has he lied to me, though?
Oh...why do I have to love him so much?
Because...

Seattle

I have a cousin named elorie
Who I have never seen
It is because of useless spite
And pointless grudges
That I haven't ever seen elorie
But I know she's there
So I'll pray for her anyways

My children's names

Emilie Athena: to strive or excel or rival, goddess of wisdom and war
Titus Aristotle: honor, defender, giant, pleasing, best
April Ann: opening, gracious, merciful
Jason Gabriel: healer, God is my strength

So Not a poem

Today is my two-month! I know...it sounds rather lame...but I'm happy!

Shortstop

Don't come near
Or you will be let down
Don't look closely
Or every feeling will go away
Don't love too hard

Ways of Devotion

A halved heart
Is far from broken
Yet must be broken
To be made one.

A halved heart
Is not divided
But bound
By one Faith.

A halved heart
Is the strongest
Because two beats
Are united.

A halved heart,
Though,
Is the easiest to break.

Under the leaves

Why does the rain smell like cinnamon?
Steamy, thickened in distrust;
Clearing the air with haunts of rightness.
Surprise like drops -
fat, boisterous drops -
Patters my face my hair my neck.
Bewildered thunder rumbles in solitary certainty.
The rain smells like cinnamon.
It smells like angered hearts and falling memories
And love and dancing.
If the rain smells like cinnamon,
The time has come for happiness.

A perfectly awful masterpiece

Never good enough
To fill their shoes
Or even to put them on the shelf.
Is it fair to profess love
When she isn't perfect?
Is it possible to love a failure?

The ivy crawls thick
And destroys.

With knowledge comes happiness
But what happens to experiences?
They shroud everything
Like Ivy
And destroy what's underneath.

Psalm 46 (incomplete)

God is our refuge and strength - an ever present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear though the earth give way
Though the waters roar and foam and the mountains quake wiu their surging.
There is a stream that makes glad the city of god
He holy place where the most high dwells.
God is within her. She will not fall.
He will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall.
He lifts his voice- the earth melts.
Come and see the works of the lord,
The desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease to the ends of he earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear.
He burns the shields with fire.
Be still and know that I am God.
I will be exalted in the nations,
I Will be exalted in the earth.

Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
Do not arouse or awaken love until it so desires.

Unbroken

Crinkling winds and howling rivers
Hold me to your heart
My love has lost me in the heather
Hold me to your beating heart.

Not This Life

Rushing through the streets at night
Nothing beautiful.
Save the stars so high above
Between tall buildings like windows to heaven.
All in black
With nothing to spare
Hiding in the alleys
Like a cat
Lost on it's beat.

A Following of Ganders

Weep when the babies say goodbye-
Laugh when they return.
Mourn when there are no stars in sight-
Dance with the light of the moon.

With twelve in tow, you ne'er can be afraid
In rain you have to smile.
They look to see how
You
React-and follow
Where you go.

What's All This?

A train wreck on a sunny day
Rain on the day of my wedding
All chances
To make something good
Out of something bad
Nothing has changed
Except for my
Security
That I've relied on for the past...
Has it really only been one month?
It's all so simple
When we're on the 'phone.
Like nothing is different.
Except when I'm alone
In my bed
My face in my pillow
Tears on my breath
Heaving with unspoken sobs
How is it okay?
And how is it not?

Poem on a Faux Sunny Day

Cool people forget to open their eyes

To the fact that they have a listener

Not two paces away

Who has the memory of a mountain

Or an ancient oak.

Careening feelings make it hard to ache

For what I have missed

But at the same time, make it impossible

To pretend to be happy

And having a good day

So I won't lie to anyone.

The Listener holds on to what she hears

She corrects them in her mind

While her own emotions confuse

Who she is really alive for.

Is it poetry?

Or love?

What vague concepts can understand something

As concrete

As real

As a broken heart?

Pretend Happiness

I need to write a poem,
But I can't write one.
So I think of sea foam
And the streaming sun.
I pretend I'm far away;
I slip between the boards.
On any other day,
A song would touch me with chords,
But today I needed to write
Something to remind me
That one massive, relieving light
Will be my remedy.
Soon.
Until then I'll hold back
The frightfully heavy tears,
And I'll wait for Daniel
To smile away my fears.

American Dream

My Life
Having all the time
In the world.
Running after stars
Which shoot the sky.
Writing words that mean
More than time
Itself.

I miss you

Yeah, it's only been what...ten hours??...since I last saw you, but it seems like a lifetime.
See, I remember what it felt like to sleep against your shoulder and feel your deep breathing.
And I want to hold your hand.
So I guess I'll see you tomorrow?
Since you didn't call me when you said you would...
The problem is: it's okay.
Because "I'll love you till I die".