Angles in Pink

The Way you Said it

Sometimes

I fell I know how much

. . . you love me. . .


I feel like

sometimes you miss me

 . . . . . . . and that hurts you. . .


Now

 I am a monster

. . . . . . for scaring you away. . .


Sometimes

 I want to love you

. . . but I can't. . .


Sometimes.

The Important Part

Sometimes Spending time together is all that matters. Not what we're doing.

See you again tomorrow, right?

Dizzy Up The Girl

So I have a problem, and I am going to admit it
across these wires and into these pages of pulp
and regret, of memories and dreams, anyway,

I guess it's time for me to quit
dragging these goddamn feet of mine
and just come out with it already.

So here it goes, now that I've got your attention,
both fully and half-heartedly, I have a problem

where if what I am writing cannot
be dedicated to someone or help another
feel better about themselves or a pain
plaguing them as it once plagued me, then

I feel as though I should not write at all.

So when I miss the calming feel of ink
on my skin as it also courses through my veins
and when I miss the cruel yet friendly laughter
of the page I reach out to those I met during
our darkest hours. It is a faulty attempt to
cleanse the ache that one of us is bound to hold
within our soul far too tightly for help to enter.

Which makes it sound as though
I'm using you love, but this is not the case -

you are simply a muse I cannot give up.
You are a strawberry I can neither pick
or dip in chocolate after the bottle of wine
has been totally drained by the both of us.

You are too many untitled pieces and
a drawer full of letters I can't bring
myself to send until after your address
changes for the hundredth time this year.

And now that I've told the whole world
of my problem, my addiction, my shame,

I hope you can forgive me for making it sound
as though I've used you all these years

just to cry enough for my heart
to see clearly again -

just for my blood to return
to these veins of mine
and purge some of this
excess ink building up

til the point of maximum

dizziness. 

Frankly, it's not Impressive Anymore

If stars are just hot air

and a deadly gas or two

could that be why women

are wildfires and floods



to the masculine quakes

and not so friendly winds?



Or are we all brighter than

the sun in our own ways,

unconditionally blinding

at completely different moments?

All is Not Lost

Pretend with me for a moment,
close your eyes and pretend
that all is not lost and much
is waiting somewhere to be found.

Watch the sky darken at night
fall, notice all those twinkling
little friends dancing above you
until you need them to show
you the world sitting in your hands.

Engulf yourself in the purest bliss
you will ever know, by finding one
thing that makes you more at ease
than anything else ever will.

Let that moment be the one you
remember when Death sweeps you
away, take in every detail so that
even Time cannot shatter the glass
protecting that memory of joy.

Now open your eyes slowly,
look at the things around
and remember all there is
to be grateful for and to
love with everything you have.
Because this too shall pass;
all is not lost.

A Poetic Purpose

I've been many places, but I'm not worldly
and I've gone through a lot just don't call me
wise. I've cried for years as I learn the faults
of humanity I'm not depressed or cynical -
I just wish things were different.

If I were to be the changes I want to see
in this world I'd be the embodiment of love,
but even then would these rivers of ink
of million chopped trees really understand
their own sacrifice as the beauty of creativity?

And as the years pass I want to be a teacher,
a guide, a friend to everyone I meet because
we all need somewhere to turn when the skies
are lonely and grey - God only knows,
I needed somewhere: Someone.

Only I don;t expect my name in history
or my story in a book, I don't need
anything more than the love of those
I've helped, saved, and known because
that's all it really takes to be a hero
in the long run, it's all I really want.

sangria and Sharpies

Look here Love, just because I don't feel like talking right now, doesn't mean I appreciate you (or our conversations) any less - it's just that the sangria is more inviting for the moment and we could both use our own space once in a while. 

Slow and Steady Wins

I know you put goals up -
that you practice more
with every day and
you still feel undervalued.

Honey, I understand where
you're coming from, but
be careful not to speed
through life or your thoughts -

poetry, art, and memories
al take time to blossom.
You'll get where you're going
exactly when you need to.

I know goals are important,
but so is your sanity. 

Just a Smile

Listen as the wind does softly blow

stay quiet and it will tell you

all that one will need to know.


Stay still, stay here, you'll be alright

it's just a little storm, nothing bad,

it'll only last one tiny night.


See the lightning, watch her dance

she makes them all smile just look

it seems like they are in a trance.


Shush darlin' don't you cry,

it's just a game that they play

up in the midnight sky.


Oh, you feel the thunder boom,

and you think it's going to

break into your little room.


Don't worry babe, it'll be okay,

I'm here with you, have no fears

'cause I'm here for you, I'll stay.


This storm is protecting you

since daddy went away and

you really shouldn't be so blue.


It's okay, just go to sleep,

there's nothing to hurt you

not even the secrets that you keep.
 

Titan

Don't you get it?

You are the most brilliant person

This world will ever know.

You have knowledge

About absolutely everything

And please don't deny it.


Shadows and demons

Of your past really don't

Inspire you that much -


Life as it is,

Darkness written at its best

That's your true skill.


Someone told me

You are the Mad Hatter

Because of your genius mind


And


Your odd riddles

Everywhere we look

Followed by simple hope.


To me you are

A role model, a friend

To someone somewhere


You are a titan...

No Net Below

My muse

is new,


but


this ghost

embodies you. . .
    

Nostalgic

Night after night when the world seems silent

I dare to escape in a series of notes and rests

in hopes I might be able to find myself

once more among the songs long forgotten;


the ones I dedicated to you.


Its not a real piano, like the one I always wanted

as a young girl, but a rolled out key board

good enough to pretend the way they taught me to

so very long ago. The way you used to do

on those nights the rain came down and sleep could

not over come me no matter what we tried.


Songs gone unheard for so much longer than

any work of art ever should, memories arisen

after hours of being suppressed, I lose myself

in a series of notes and rests long forgotten

as I dare to play the songs I love;


the ones I dedicated to you.
    

Sooner with Every Passing Moment

I would ask you to join me for a cup of coffee

in a coffee shop I've never heard of before

and I would sit at the table across from you


reading poetry I wrote you while you

were at work. I would try your tea for

a sip of my holiday mocha. I would do so


many simple, little things for a chance

to make you smile, for a moment

of normality among this chaos


if only you were a little bit closer today. . .
    

Thoughts of a Gem

Cuts and scrapes

Colors and patterns

Stars and stripes

All make me who i am.



Dash of this

Pinch of that.


Look here

Awe there

Never see another

Just like me.


All born of

Flesh and blood,

Ash and stone...


Raised with rules,

Regulations, and schools.

Good and bad

Whats wrong or right.


But we all shine

Different in our

Own light.


I found mine

Among the earth,

Where is yours?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The video is from about 6 years ago, it was a project for my theater class. And while I understand that it is far from perfect, I still believe that it is a great way to see how far I've come as a person, a poetess, and even in the way I put my videos together. It's about Love was a project/social experiment my friends and I put together out 8th grade year of middle school. Essentially it was our way of showing just how important self expression is to embracing your full potential - especially in a school or work setting. As soon as you allow people the ability to show them true selves and be proud of it, they stop worrying what others think of them - therefore the terms "nerd" and "geek" or "teachers pet" stop hindering their performance. 

Melting Wax

When everything you do is for the good of another, I hope you find time to practice saying the word "love".

The Complete Truth

You don't have to believe that

there is a fire in every star and it

doesn't matter which theory about

life, the universe, and everything

you like the best because they

are all true, only none of them are.


 But that is all besides the point,

what I'm really trying to say is

simple, merely that you can never

argue that I did not love you.


No matter how wrong this goes

nor how much we bleed.

Deep cuts and mistaken paths

make for the best stories


when you're old.
    

The World's Grace

Listen to the thunder,

hear the steady beat of the drum.

Watch the lightning,

as it dances across the ebony sky.

Advise the warnings of the rain,

they are wise, much wiser than I.

See the trees sway,

in the cool, crisp breeze,

as though they were praying.


The flowers will thank you

for your kindness.

They can sense emotion

through the Earth's vibrations.

All the bugs will

soon come out to play,

for they love a moistened stage.


Little kids will splash

in the crystal muddy waters.

Moms and dads will fight

uselessly against the games.


I will be smiling,

maybe singing.

Rain helps me think,

it led to this piece.


When it's all over

the sun will shine yet again

inviting birds to chirp

and butterflies to cloud the skies.


And this is our fabulous world,

it's nice to know we haven't

destroyed everything that once was.
 

The Coming Dawn

Perhaps a new dawn will inspire a new thought,
and perhaps a new faith as well. In fact,

with each new dawn each of the hopeless souls'
deepest void is filled. Those with power deem us
weak, one dawn we shall deem them powerless.

One dawn with great pleasure, I will announce
that a perfect unrequited beauty has been brought
to this Earth to inspire us all.

Beating Hearts on Display

Continue to collect what makes you happy, but as soon as the mood sours or spoils, it's alright to offer up new homes to things you once loved. 

Here's the link to a Valentines Day poetry contest I entered, I'd love to have your support! And if I win I'll post a mini series of valentines posts here!

https://woobox.com/38qthk/gallery/jBN1ZOkdYyQ

Muse Snuffed Out by Muse

I always convinced myself
that I needed you more
than I actually ever did.

The songs you left behind
call you out on that y'know.

You changed the way I
take my coffee and when
I drink tea all the while
staying among the clouds higher
up than I've ever been.

The songs you left behind
sold your secrets y'know.

Somewhere there's got to be
a poet in love with another
who remembers to love back,
but for now I'm over you -
too busy for falling for
your playlists. 

The Great One

Today I've fallen in love with forget-me-nots,

with the sound of words like "come home"

"please" and "I miss your smile", with

warm sheets and you in my bed beside me.


I've fallen in love with the daisy, a tie-dyed eye,

and forgotten songs. The whole city is a cloud

in the middle of the sky and they're asking to

search my backpack at the bus station

because my face is red and my words seem shy.


So I throw my cash at them and turn away.

I've fallen in love with the lonely arms of

the crosswalks, open and wide, and the curve

of the road promising to take me anywhere but home.

I've always wanted to be in love, I just didn't know how,

like someone else bringing joy could be

the only solid enough reason for anything at all.


Where the cars sigh with each mile they get

farther from home and the moon hangs so low

clinging so desperately onto the stars at her side.

And we're keeping our silhouettes as clean

as we can as we sit quietly together

breathing in the vast world beneath

that great big ebony sky.


Until the day comes when the clap of thunder

no longer scares us in our sleep and wakes

us from our nice warm dreams.
 

The Sincerest Hearts

As long as you continue being yourself no matter what anyone else says, I'm here for you.

P.s. I'm sorry I yelled today - I need to work on myself a little bit still. 

The Deciding Factor

So today did not go as planned, here's your brand new piece. Enjoy!

The Party Keeps Going

This place only gets quiet
when someone's dying
or walking out on us.

If you were here - you'd find
the constant buzz to be
eerier than howling wind.

Yet you were the cause
of the last Silence --
Maybe it's better this way.