Is I

Who I am, Is I
a subtle breeze through the trees
a bluebird flitting across the sky
Who I am, Is I
the sunlight glittering through the trees
the splash of color from a butterfly
Who I am, Is I
a drip of golden dew from a leaf
a flash of fur from a deer slipping by
Who I am, Is I
the blue drip, drip, drop of rain
the quiet slip of a shade, gone by
Who I am, Is I
a brittle bark of a log, decomposing
a changing leaf beneath the fly
Who I am, Is I
the song of the hidden bird at night
the cold touch of rock beneath the night sky
Who I am, Is I.


This poem was inspired by the song Who You Are by Jessie J. Beautiful song. :)
~T

Paths

Which path, which path?
which path to take?
the lands are treacherous
and there's so much at stake
Worlds flow through
Rich with promise
Itching, clawing, begging
to ring the glottis
a hearty laugh
full of soul
smile upon
her senses dulled
which path, which path?
her path to take
all or none
her heart does ache
reaching, seeking, taking all
to sing out laughter
from her stories' sway
string the notes
high with joy
as each path unfurles
each path deployed.


It's been a long time since I have posted a new poem. Mostly because it's been almost that long since I have written one. My mind has been distracted with other writings and readings which actually inspired this poem. I have been working on several story ideas as well as working on one novel and reading several novels. It's hard to choose which story to delve into though, which is what inspired this poem. =) enjoy.
~T

Spider

Spider, spider
hanging by a thread
Land, I dare ya.
You'll be dead.
This place is just big enough
for me
and to be honest I find you
a bit creepy
crawl away and find a place
where flies will be easy to catch
and yummy to taste
Spider, spider
hanging by a thread
please don't land
It's just not safe for you
I'm afraid I'd have to introduce
you to my shoe.
crawl away
please, I say
maybe we can play
another day.

lol, squashed a spider yesterday on the floor, it was huge! and then today, fake spiders hanging for decorations for Halloween made me think of this.
~T

Alone

Alone in the night
my heart
I do fight
empty and aching
never to sleep
never to waking
alone in my dreams
alone in my fears
alone tonight
alone for years
calloused hands broke
calloused eyes blind
empty soul took
empty soul left behind
chips and pieces
more than enough
the hollow sound too much
being alone is tough
reaching for something
anything to hold
dying to be loved again
before I'm too old.

This poured out of me after feeling so alone w/o anyone special in my life for a long time now. Seeing other people complain about missing loved ones who have to be away from them for a while, to me it's like, at least you know they are out there and that they love you. I'm not knocking your pain of missing them, I just am jealous I suppose. I'd rather be in pain of missing someone than the pain I have sometimes of not having anyone to miss.
~T

Living in the Sky

If I could fall into the sky
I'd dance around in diamonds
swinging and swayin
til the night ends
morning would paint me
oranges and sunflowers
day dreamin across yellow sky
like super girl, watch my super powers
A twist of the wrist
lights up a rainbow
I'll skip along
creating gold, wherever I go.

This was inspired by the night sky. I came home and looked up into the beautiful starry night and felt in awe and wished I could just fall up into the night sky.
~T

Dreams and Nightmares

Suck it up
go to sleep
face your nightmares
or your dreams
Dreams will come
Dreams will fade
Nightmares will come
Nightmares will haze
forget it all
live in the moment
sleep well, sleep tight
remember that
tonight is tonight.


This is about living in reality and facing your fears and dreams head on but not lingering in stuff that is unreal. I am bad about living in daydreams.
~T

My Books Haunt Me

Silent meetings
filled with tears
How each page...
each phrase...
echoes in my ears
Drop a bomb
to my heart
make me dream
of a new start
Happy laughter
smiling hearts
Hopeless frowns
silent screams
Playing part
pages echo
in my dreams
Sleepless nights
of imaginary things
Close the book
turn out the light
But faces still cry
with each passing page of night.


This was inspired after finishing reading the Hunger Games series by Suzanne Collins. I got too emotionally attached to the characters and felt their pain greatly. I do that alot, get attached to characters that aren't real, mostly in books and then I want to recreate the story and make it something happy, that is how I'd like it to be. But then I remember that it's already printed in ink and I can't change it. and I also tell myself it's not real, but my emotions are real, so it's hard. *sigh* :(
~T