tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028Mon, 09 Sep 2024 10:54:50 +0000poetryromancelovedreamdreamsemotionminimalistsonnetspoken wordThis blog was started for my Poetry class at Houghton College. (Spring 2012) In the spirit of writing I will continue to add new content when my mind would rather think in phrases.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Blogger161125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-3558441585037618724Tue, 05 Apr 2016 16:30:00 +00002016-04-05T12:30:06.064-04:00The blood running in rivers can't be seen by the eye. My wounds won't stop their weeping. I will the scars to form. To swallow the suffering. The pain worsens with each ridiculous thought. He will never appear. No matter how many days I sit pining for him The truth remains the same. I am nothing. A wisp of emptiness. Blowing in the breezes of this fruitless life. http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2016/04/bleed-me.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-2077349799973984801Sun, 03 Apr 2016 18:30:00 +00002016-04-03T14:30:21.772-04:00Finally, after all these years I've decided to give up believing that there was something to this myth. You need a heart to live. Grandiose visions of happiness Of being found and loved Fill my head like a sickness. I take the pills to make it go away. Once, I believed in fairy tales. Oh, how I loved them. How a man came and brought hope to all who met him. Too bad those are stories. Lies http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2016/04/survival.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-1209486780238242196Fri, 01 Apr 2016 23:52:00 +00002016-04-01T19:52:54.377-04:00emotionloveromanceDear Sir, I have a confession or two. If you even care, well I tried to make you appear. I sought you out, in vain. Their eyes were all dead. I tried to find you. I thought that maybe you were somewhere. Each time was an act of defiance. I don't need you. Isn't that why you refuse to show your face? I wanted you to be angry. To show me you were real. I thought you cared. That we were meant tohttp://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2016/04/confessions.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-7160471221865775284Fri, 01 Apr 2016 23:45:00 +00002016-04-01T19:45:59.468-04:00Walking through these thoughts is like walking through a bog that threatens to pull me under. I hold my breath waiting for the bog to swallow. Yet, here I am, once more me. Those strange choices were of someone confused. Now, I see it for what it was. Too much change in a web that trapped me in fine strands. Spun into a hate filled desire to try and be something other than who I am. Tis http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2016/04/memories-better-left-forgotten.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-3121932517414567392Mon, 22 Jun 2015 01:54:00 +00002015-06-21T21:54:34.368-04:00poetry"I'm bringing home a baby bumble bee... Won't my mommy be so proud of me.." Thoughts like bumble bees are hard to catch To bring them to my mother Well, it'd be a feat. To hold their buzzing bodies Without being stung. An impossibility. I stumble as I fumble with the little creature So small and yet so much pain. "Ouch, it stung me. I'm squishing up a baby bumble bee won't my mommy be so http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/bumble-bees.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-3436226554568903016Thu, 18 Jun 2015 11:30:00 +00002015-07-05T12:28:53.019-04:00lovepoetryromancesonnetIn every attempt, I foolishly make the choice to choose what is fake. Instead of the real, timeless truth. I flee with every intent to be a sleuth. To suss out the unsavory details Of what could have been denials. My heart slows to a stutter stop My chest, empty beneath my top. He is a character unknown- a wraith My heart weary from keeping faith. While standing in the pale moonlight He beckonshttp://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/wraith.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-222772397698141603Wed, 17 Jun 2015 22:00:00 +00002015-06-17T18:00:00.914-04:00A purr in my ear at the crack of dawn. The meowing that starts when my alarm rings. Little feet padding on hardwood floors. Soft fur beneath my hands. The most amazing thing.  A shy cat purring beside me. Cat kisses and nose touches. The stillness of serenity. Cats chittering and muttering as they go about their cat day. A little family of cats. Three silly creatures. That http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/cat-kisses.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-1661703857760169150Wed, 17 Jun 2015 14:30:00 +00002015-06-17T10:30:00.952-04:00poetryThere is that moment when you resign To look into the rabbit hole. When you question if it's worth it. All is good you tell yourself. I am well. Then you tip into the hole. Memories swirl around you with the click of a mouse. Cannot be undone. Was it worth looking into the glass? Did you find the answer. How little do you know. I live with scars on unmarked skin.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/reminders.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-4552997352041680642Wed, 17 Jun 2015 01:11:00 +00002015-06-16T21:11:00.746-04:00dreamlovepoetryromanceIn the maze I run and run. Rushing after a whisp. A darling thing, most cherished. The tinkling of laughter. To think I could be elsewhere- holding a precious bundle. That is a dream I do not think about. A wall of thorns too sharp to touch. The memories of what was drift from me like yesterday's news. Everything I long for- pale shadows in the sunlight. http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/ghost-of-yesterday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-129171442577754226Tue, 16 Jun 2015 06:00:00 +00002015-06-16T02:00:00.823-04:00lovepoetryromanceI am haunted by you. In the morning I wake, searching for something that isn't. A memory that never was. In the twilight searching for you needing your touch. The touch of a ghost. What's worse is I know you. Know what you sound like Know your worst fears & the dreams you long for. I know everything about you I just don't know you. http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/be-my-ghost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-1633561948001212852Mon, 15 Jun 2015 20:00:00 +00002015-06-15T16:00:00.865-04:00Long ago a poet there was. one who wrote to tell of love and tragedy. A man praised for his wit One who gave voice to the aching heart. I, like he, wonder at this thing called love. Truly, it is a notion- something we ponder but never truly experience. My words fail me as I knew they would. As has the dynasties of towers. They rose and fell A time too many. Yet still we ponder love.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/shakespeare-king-of-love.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-4165440990846193909Sun, 14 Jun 2015 21:15:00 +00002015-06-14T17:15:53.650-04:00poetryromanceOnce I wrote about being in your arms. Then I wrote about you only being a dream. What kind of start is that? You are a man of dreams. A man who doesn't exist. That is at least, what I've written. Hark, have the stars fallen? Are you real or are you false? Now, again I shall write. To be in your arms is paradise. The smell of your skin- A temptation I'll gladly give in to. Your smile, a http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/dreams.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-7148804060782254585Sat, 13 Jun 2015 16:08:00 +00002015-06-14T23:02:35.328-04:00loveminimalistpoetryromanceThey say that there is such a thing as soul mates. Two souls destined to be together- Those are quite fetching words. Whispers one would love to believe. However, it is a fable. It has to be- just look around. Hearts of stone Crushed into dust. Not one fetching thing about the truth. I tried to believe; to hope in love. These long years have shone the truth. http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/06/fetching-words.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-3641597411827620758Wed, 18 Feb 2015 02:03:00 +00002015-02-17T21:03:58.722-05:00Trace back through the days Find the phrases and the words Shock at how beautiful some of those words are. It is as though I am possessed by a muse. Who writes these stories I have no recollection of them. I am an uninterested third party. How strange a feeling it is.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/02/poems-and-words.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-8752962665194452229Wed, 18 Feb 2015 01:53:00 +00002015-02-17T20:53:25.278-05:00A little birdy told me- Don't just let the world pass you by You must fly against the wind Or else you'll never know your true strength.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/02/fly-birdy-fly.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-1363270000850733311Wed, 18 Feb 2015 01:31:00 +00002015-02-17T20:31:01.529-05:00Write little taps, hurry little fingers produce the words before they flee! Oh, how the words fly! like birds before a storm- How I long to capture them; In a glass jar- Then I'd have them at hand. I'd pull one out when I had need; No longer would I chase the thoughts I oft lose.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/02/tip-tap-tip-tap.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-1582780837538869037Tue, 03 Feb 2015 13:56:00 +00002015-02-03T08:56:09.547-05:00I've written you before. Told you how I need you. Yet you never appear. I begin to think you don't care. My heart is not a toy. Nor is it something to ignore. Perhaps, the story is all wrong. In truth, are you just a man-boy? Farewell, to you who ignore me. Farewell, to those who let me down. Farewell, to the idiots who played me. Farewell, to one and all. I will not let you in- nor do I need http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/02/love-notes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-6721268200239623687Tue, 03 Feb 2015 13:47:00 +00002015-02-03T08:47:24.018-05:00poetryspoken wordQuick now, Don't lag behind. Hurry, hurry! Or Else You Will Miss The truth of beauty Something we once lost. The shadows fade The sun shines Except, I cannot get warm. Where did you go? Are you just a mystery? A tale told to the broken?http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2015/02/poetry-above-and-below.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-5825254742833750090Sun, 14 Sep 2014 03:20:00 +00002014-09-13T23:20:23.805-04:00Doth one protest thy deepest fears Or doth one forget them to let the winds whisk uncertainty as it whisks away last year's leaves Thy hopes dashed as one smashes the butt of a cigarette into the tray to destroy the lingering flame. Fire, it doth run within trapping the hopes of freedom behind lies and fear. My eyes doth drift towards blacknesshttp://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/09/doth-in-day.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-5587914071176415747Fri, 12 Sep 2014 12:00:00 +00002014-09-12T08:00:08.200-04:00 Here is a story for the ages One I hope you'll hear And wish upon a star above That maybe, this is more than just an old wives' tale. There was once a sea witch Trapped in stone Forever the object of scorn. She caused the twenty years' war The sailors swore. As she silently pleaded with those seafolk- who forgot. The stories faded  but she remained A relic. Of times no http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/09/the-epic-hope.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-8872722379655880119Fri, 12 Sep 2014 03:04:00 +00002014-09-11T23:04:08.406-04:00I. Shot through the sky Burning as though on fire. I sung for a second; I burned so bright. Then I was snuffed out. Destroyed as one lets a sparkler fizzle into the night. II. Dear heart of stone Let me break you That you might be rebuilt Into a home for the homeless Or a place of refuge I need to hurt you, to heal you. III. I cannot feel anything. The air, it chokes me. All is lost I washttp://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/09/catapult.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-5227882861018019725Fri, 12 Sep 2014 03:00:00 +00002014-09-11T23:00:23.310-04:00Some (not me) find love easy to garner and hold. Others (not me) find love challenging but luck is there to give them hope. Then there is me- Luck's long gone and love is lost. Just a four letter word That falls on deaf ears That die to hear the whispers of a lover.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/09/love-lost.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-6227302109922472470Fri, 12 Sep 2014 02:58:00 +00002014-09-11T22:58:34.841-04:00One, Two, Three The door was locked. I stood upon the lintel Hoping that I would find The Rest I sought. Instead the door stood still against cold drafty winds raging against raw skin. They said my love was here. The joke's on me. I guess I should have known That I'd hoped in vain.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/09/thrice-i-knocked.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-9111560536242388094Thu, 07 Aug 2014 04:05:00 +00002014-08-07T00:05:58.300-04:00The rabbit hole is full of pitfalls Vines that slice your skin Fleshing eating roots that call to your bones Careful where you fall Into the lake of acid then you'll be eaten sanity and all The quicksand sucks you dry of blood There is no place safe for the rabbit dines on flesh.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/08/writers-ill-begotten-hope.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4672242840192127028.post-8815168878394135216Tue, 10 Jun 2014 20:25:00 +00002014-06-10T16:25:56.585-04:00When everything is just there Just there in front of me I pause and try to create the words I need to say To create something To find the answer That is lost in oblivion Somehow, In a sleepless trance I lose what I find and I cry tears for nothing For I cannot find what I seek The ocean takes my last breath.http://feliciajane.blogspot.com/2014/06/at-my-fingertips.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)0