music & lyrics
04 March 2014
a hauntingly beautiful
melody which needs no words,
but I would still like to write
my heart into yours.
smile, you know ‘m right
04 March 2014
Pfffft reality,
imagination’s much more
satisfying, right?
Take it any way you like,
but smile, ‘cause you know I’m right.
telepathic
04 March 2014
Read my mind
if you really dare.
It’s scary,
but honest.
My mind to yours, soul to soul,
intimate oneness.
is and always has been
04 March 2014
many are hopeless, romantics I mean,
writing of love, both imagined and real,
of loves we’ve lost, of loves we only dream,
of all we’ve felt before, and hope to feel.
we write of hearts broken, of hearts fulfilled,
of impossible highs and lowest lows,
of souls taught to sing, and souls sadly stilled,
we write of love that dies, and love that grows.
we write of longing, yet live loneliness,
and broken, hurting hearts lose hope, lose faith,
no longer believing in happiness,
writing memories as if it’s too late.
love is what it is and has always been,
both light and dark, inspiring to the end.
more
04 March 2014
these empty pages
always there when I need them,
where I spill my soul.
But, everyone needs more
than a paper heart to hold.
summer rain
04 March 2014
I miss summer rain,
the faith to act child-like,
to stay outside,
to jump in puddles,
to get soaked in play …
I miss summer rain,
the intoxicating mix
of fear and invincibility
when thunder thunders,
and lightning demands respect.
I miss summer rain,
the memories of childhood play,
of friends,
of the freedom to be
nothing more than who we are,
too often forgotten simply
because we had to grow up,
and it seems like everything changed.
I miss …
AHA
04 March 2014
you know those moments,
we all have them,
from the gentle tap on our shoulder,
to the quiet whispers in our ear,
to a light bulb suddenly going on.
Or, if it is big enough,
like an atomic bomb
exploding in our brains.
I got to thinking about those moments,
how at 12, I realized
change could be as “simple” as
starting over, somewhere new.
Or how, at 26,
in the midst of my big plans
for fame and fortune,
she uttered those words … “I’m pregnant.”
and I knew nothing
would ever be the same again.
Most recently, however,
it was a revelatory moment.
I suddenly realized
my grandparents
had separate bedrooms.
Life is full of moments.
I am thankful
that I am still learning
to pay attention.
shark
04 March 2014
I circle, looking in, uninvited,
try to smile, while all the while,
I’m clearly unaccepted.
Am I a threat, a predator?
I never feel like I belong.
But, it’s okay,
I only need to feed, not mingle.
It’s lonely sometimes,
in this great big sea.
I don’t need to change who,
or what, I am to fit in.
The ocean is mine, and I swim alone.
Purple's Platitudes 