tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8604917716332510442026-05-05T10:45:17.910-07:00Mostly what you'll find here is a conglomeration of my writes. While I don't consider myself a poet, I do consider myself somewhat an artistic painter of words....there's a difference. Poets are God-like - I just throw words around like a child with finger paint. Sometimes it's really great, and other times only my friends like it! I write because I have to, I share because I'm encouraged to, and I hope that in the end it is a reflection of everything good in me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-51143210216147981502010-03-20T22:12:00.000-07:002010-03-20T22:14:24.866-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">It's not often peace takes up<br /> residence within me<br /> It's not often one of my plans<br /> comes to fruition<br /> So bare with me<br /> As I bare the rest of myself here.</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Don't view my tears as a weak part of me<br /> Nor think of me as a woman with a weak heart<br /> Rather, know that my <br /> Blood<br /> Cries<br /> Grieving<br /> Smiles<br /> And the ridiculous words poured out here<br /> <br /> Are so that...<br /> <br /> The noose 'round me might loosen<br /> That the mud in my eyes be wiped clean<br /> For when spring finally comes<br /> ....and flowers *do* bloom<br /> I can smile<br /> Celebrate<br /> For life should be lived<br /> Without permission<br /> And I should dance<br /> Without resistance<br /> With....<br /> Or without....<br /> A song.</span><br /> <br /> <span class="normalTextSmall">~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-22777780675939846092010-03-20T22:06:00.001-07:002010-03-20T22:06:47.533-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">One step to the lighted hallway<br /> The one that holds pictures of my past<br /> A step back to avoid needless reminders<br /> Of all the yesterdays I cannot change<br /> <br /> A dream-scape in the landscape of my heart<br /> Once crowded by weeds that choke and kill<br /> Now clearing and refreshed by new rainfall<br /> Replanting memories to make us smile<br /> <br /> Never to forget the path that led me here<br /> In reverence I hold those closest to my heart<br /> For it is they who brought me to the present<br /> In this life.....<br /> <br /> Make time worth it's time<br /> This is the promise I made to myself<br /> Choose life<br /> Choose love<br /> <br /> At this moment..<br /> ...it just<br /> .......makes<br /> ............sense</span><br /> <br /> <span class="normalTextSmall">~Blue </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-89809186314988782872010-03-20T21:55:00.000-07:002010-03-20T21:55:04.158-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">What part of me can I give you<br /> That I haven't already?<br /> I'm your open book<br /> <br /> What part of my soul<br /> Would you like to take refuge in?<br /> You know I'll give you room.<br /> <br /> What part of my love<br /> Would you like to take pleasure in?<br /> I offer myself...<br /> <br /> What part of this dream<br /> Would I ask you to become?<br /> All of it.<br /> <br /> For without you<br /> Life isn't as sweet<br /> With you though,<br /> It goes beyond wanting....<br /> <br /> It flourishes like winter-blooms<br /> Unexpected life<br /> Bringing color to my weary eyes<br /> <br /> The orange flame never looked so lovely<br /> The mountain top never looked so inviting<br /> And the whisper of a breath never felt so much like home<br /> Until moments ago.</span><br /> <br /> <span class="normalTextSmall">~Blue </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-11117733502183820002010-03-20T21:50:00.001-07:002010-03-20T21:51:07.895-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">It was the sound that swayed her<br /> That gave that skip in her step<br /> It was the sound that gave her smile<br /> The one that made people wonder<br /> It was the sound that gave her music<br /> For without it the silence would make it something else<br /> It was the sound that moved her<br /> Dancing 'neath the mid day sun<br /> It was the sound that gave her wings<br /> The kind that let her fly with angels<br /> It was the sound that made tears fall<br /> The ones that brought about springtime blooms<br /> It was the sound that gave her love<br /> The kind that breathes life to her soul<br /> It was the sound that healed her wounds<br /> Only leaving behind scars, if only to remember<br /> It was the sound that created all that embodies<br /> Her............</span><br /> <br /> <span class="normalTextSmall">~Blue </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-32430071515244183252010-03-20T21:38:00.000-07:002010-03-20T21:38:03.292-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">Silent snowflakes fall in vain<br /> Sticking 'pon your window pane<br /> Freezing tight the midnight stance<br /> Gazing out to watch them dance<br /> <br /> Gifting to your quiet mind<br /> Clinging to this soul to find<br /> Somewhere next to candles flame<br /> Finding ways to end the shame<br /> <br /> Winter loves your inner child<br /> Drift to sleep, your nightmares wild<br /> The key into your warrior heart<br /> Is knowing when the knowing starts<br /> <br /> In soft breath blows the frosty air<br /> And seeing names written, no despair. <br /> Fingers trace your written prose<br /> A gift that's given; in silence flows.<br /> <br /> ~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-79978710878971785102010-03-20T21:35:00.001-07:002010-03-20T21:35:30.267-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">They are the sounds<br /> Caught in the tide pools<br /> Where we thought had left with the night<br /> To be found in the first light of the morn'<br /> <br /> Bouncing against a rock beneath the salt water<br /> Polished in brine from the heavens<br /> It need no escape from this<br /> For when you scoop it up<br /> The sound of it, shines<br /> <br /> Sadness abounds tho still<br /> Tears cradled are ours<br /> And they'll never be replaced<br /> The sound of a drop in the palm of my hand<br /> From a shredded heart is unmistakable<br /> <br /> Love sometimes steps in<br /> In the guise of rainbows and fairy tales<br /> Sometimes that sound, stands beside the sadness<br /> And rocks it to sleep...giving rest for the weary<br /> Sometimes the sound offers hope<br /> In the times when hope seems to be so deafeningly quiet<br /> <br /> Interlocked are dreams and nightmares<br /> Which sounds and what muse inspires us<br /> Is our choice.<br /> <br /> ~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-45834261339486399232010-03-20T21:33:00.001-07:002010-03-20T21:33:15.443-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">It comes to this<br /> Gingerly stepping <br /> to avoid egg shell<br /> scattered and mixed<br /> with glass slivers<br /> strewn by apathy<br /> <br /> It comes to this<br /> Piecing back together<br /> what your bullet<br /> has blown apart<br /> Shot in momentary, <br /> Inevitable darkness<br /> <br /> It comes to this<br /> A blank mind<br /> Unable to say<br /> What tongues<br /> Beg--<br /> Redundant ramblings<br /> In dark spaces.<br /> <br /> It comes<br /> And goes<br /> Pleads<br /> Sleeps <br /> And bleeds<br /> <br /> And it always, comes to this....<br /> <br /> ~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-30179674847692270082010-03-20T21:30:00.001-07:002010-03-20T21:30:29.138-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">Natural essence of<br /> wildflower blooms<br /> on young spring days<br /> <br /> Seduction surpassed<br /> sweetened droplets on skin<br /> inhaled while running passed<br /> <br /> Laying flat on backs<br /> consumed by rays<br /> ingested by flavored lips<br /> <br /> Pure bliss<br /> My fantasy<br /> Lined in lust<br /> <br /> <br /> ~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-45319046750746838372010-03-20T21:29:00.000-07:002010-03-20T21:29:00.729-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Beholden love<br /> Breathing hope<br /> Of soft wishes<br /> Soothing souls<br /> Playing songs for the morrow</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Drinking in morning goblets of sun<br /> Flickering prisms, capturing <br /> My attention<br /> Butterfly wishes in heart shaped dishes<br /> Where have I heard that before?</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Moonrise upon sunset<br /> Wash on the waters edge<br /> Moot points made in redundant patterns<br /> In this kaleidoscope of city side walks<br /> And ocean beaches lined up with stars <br /> <br /> Piecing together what ifs and why nots<br /> Pleading in places unnecessary<br /> For present understanding<br /> Black hearts turned blue<br /> Fighting for life and lost memory</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Winning hearts and not fading<br /> Into nothing if just for a millisecond<br /> Begging for second chances<br /> We feel the soft underbelly<br /> Of human nature</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Knowing what was lost<br /> Never really is<br /> What we thought was misplaced<br /> Was always really there<br /> Stealing moments in time</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> Precious few and far between<br /> Content with what is...<br /> Cradling what’s true<br /> Drinking what is sweet<br /> Inhaling breath for life<br /> To watch it bloom</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall"><br /> In fragrant dream-scapes<br /> Of life passing fast before us<br /> Seeking contentment <br /> For broken hearts.....</span><br /> <span class="normalTextSmall">Become crystalline bliss.<br /> <br /> ~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-80794914453654839122010-03-19T11:39:00.000-07:002010-03-19T11:41:09.253-07:00<span class="normalTextSmall">Ashes strewn<br />Flagrant hearts bleed<br />Drip onto the parchment<br /></span><span class="normalTextSmall">Hot waxed dripped<br /></span><span class="normalTextSmall">Stamped and sent ~ sealed<br />Orders carried from the King.<br /><br />The wounded heal<br />Returning stronger<br />More mighty<br />Soar like the eagle...<br />As they were always meant to be<br />Rising up against the enemy<br /><br />Wiping sweat from the weary<br />Handing swords to comrades<br />Fighting the battle till it's won<br />Sheaths of steal blades reflect<br />Blinding fury<br />Our foes had no chance<br /><br />We rode proudly<br />Sang songs of predestined victory<br />For generations to come<br />Victory bore our name<br />Etched in timeless stories<br />As those in days of yore.<br />We were immortal.<br /><br />~Blue</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-60593492563797380412010-03-18T23:56:00.001-07:002010-03-18T23:56:48.113-07:00When I was a girl<br />Sitting on green grass<br />Writing our names<br />...in my mind<br />We were always together.<br /><br />Years passed<br />Like a slow dance<br />A spot light on two<br />Unaware of what lay<br />....beneath each note<br /><br />Intertwined memories<br />Decorate each branch<br />Shading the place I sit<br />Where time passes...<br />....begging for room<br /><br />My unyielding smile<br />...and gentle hand waves<br />Over empty spaces<br />Implying no vacancy<br /><br />For this space<br />...on green grass<br />Is mine for slow dances<br />Where I'm frozen in time.<br /><br />~BlueAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-89912524923657222932010-03-18T23:52:00.001-07:002010-03-18T23:52:27.278-07:00If ever you heard the sounds<br />The ones playing today<br />You would be jealous of my ears<br /><br />Cold beaches and rain soaked sand<br />Waves washed over idle rocks --<br />Singing songs I haven't heard in years<br /><br />Water is my muse<br />The sound is her twin<br />Bringing life to what was barely alive<br /><br />~BlueAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-20335128688594802482010-03-18T23:46:00.000-07:002010-03-18T23:57:27.128-07:00Guide me through the low-light<br />Through the portals closing in<br />Fingertips leading through this labyrinth<br />Assurance through this maze is bliss<br /><br />Show me that.....<br /><br />There is saving grace...<br />where in blackness we've fallen<br /><br />And that there is ...<br /><br />No shame in skinned knees<br />and dirty faced tears<br /><br />Bring me to light at the end of this tunnel<br />Shade my eyes when it's too bright to see<br />Strum softly beneath billowed blooms<br />Bed me soft in fields made<br /><br />.....for the end of this journey<br /><br />~BlueAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-860491771633251044.post-38738497677997001602010-03-18T23:42:00.000-07:002010-03-18T23:57:53.299-07:00Lowly grasslands filter muddied water<br />Hearts of steel rusted there...<br />Stomping through meadows meant for spring<br />Flowerbeds stunted by winter-snow.<br />Darkened valleys not meant for wandering<br />Is where the lonely wait.<br /><br />Not used to a loss for words<br />Searching through billowy clouds<br />For more metaphors to explain the grief<br />Our wounded hearts gush openly<br />Dragged through valleys, meadows, and muddied water<br />Destiny and fate laughing boldly, without fear at our expense.<br /><br />I want to scream at your heart<br />Blame you for not trying<br />Tell you how much blood you've drawn<br />Let you drown in the silted mire.<br />Watch you taste your hate.<br />And feed you the angst you despise<br /><br />Opposite those wants<br />Is the softer side - the savior side<br />My heart also weakened at the sound of you<br />Edges of my spirit have reached capacity<br />Blushing at places I never should have gone<br />Crossed connections move blindly<br /><br />Savor what is in front of you<br />Wade gingerly through the meadow<br />Seasons change the landscape<br />Scars will show where wounds once bled<br />Love will replace the hateful taste of the present<br />And your despair will turn to hope<br /><br /><br />~BlueAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08774218760928321626noreply@blogger.com0