poems

I apparently am getting into this...two blogs in two days. This is intense. Anyways...I just feel like posting some of my poetry, because, honestly, I like to read it and I'm pretty sure I'm the only person who reads this blog anyway.

Peanut butter and honey sandwiches right before supper
Crayon colouring
and underwater breathing
Things that remind me of you
And how my love is like trying to make maple syrup candies
on an early spring day
Freezing slowly and painfully
And melting as if no effort was put in to getting rid of that gooey liquid that I know nothing about
That made me slide my way through a bit of life on its sticky, sugary surface
Naïve to its dangers and downfalls
Thinking we were on the same slide
and learning abruptly as I took a jump
That we weren’t going to land together
we weren’t on the same slide
Falling fast and long and hard from the mountain you had led me up – or so I thought
It was like I leaned over to blow out the candle, and you got up and turned on the light.

This life
was meant to be lived
by the sea

Where little boys can laugh
and cry
and little girls can explore
and discover
and learn to love

Where freedom
of expression is breathing
and freedom
of the soul is dancing

Where all masks and makeup
costumes and scripts
are suddenly and beautifully
dissolved away by the salt water

Where spontaneity is as common as ten toes
and roommates change like socks

Where lonely, hopeless,
suffocated, pressure, fear, doubt,
and pain
don’t show up in the dictionary

This life
was meant to be lived
by the sea

Where dreams are never too big
and love is never lost
Where faith flourishes
and memories don’t need to go in a box

I want more inspiration
I want to look at the clouds and see opportunity
I want to talk to people and look them in the eyes
I want to hear what they’re really saying
I want the rain to come
I want the sun to come
I want kisses and rainbows and sunsets and sunrises
I want a house that does not echo with the constant reminder that I am alone
on the prairies
empty
I want to see the good in people and to see that they, too, have seen the rain
and the sun
I want to stop the repressive beeps and rings and buzzes and vibrations and hums of our modern world
I want to be silent in order to speak to my soul

She’s crying behind her closed office door
and hopes that no one hears her
She needs to be alone now but
no one really knows her
She needs to get away
She really wants to scream
if she screams
will the rumours start
in this cursed town of her childhood
And she remembers
as a little girl
running
barefoot
in the fields
running wild and imagining
she was an explorer
As her one size too small high heeled boots cut off her circulation
she sobs
And she remembers
her high school dreams
how she said
she’d be out of here as soon as she tossed her graduation hat
out to see the world
to do good for the world
And she pulls on her cashmere coat
Steps out into the cold
She walks aimlessly
like her life
Illusions fill the photo albums of her mind
But she smiles and throws her face to the sky
As her waterproof mascara washes off in the rain