Things ill finish someday...

Pondering

What do you do when you
get to a place in life where
you've realized you've compromised?

Where your way of life
is all but right
and you long for what is wrong

You smile and wave at younger days, pretending you're still there.
but underneath, the fangs pierced deep,
and you're not sure you care

What do you do when things go fuzzy, and you don't seem to mind?
when faced with feelings sometimes overwhelming,
and know you should leave some behind

Where you're just not sure that
there's a cure for
what you have become.
and you're terrified
you could be defined
for some things you may have done

Far Away

Across the sea
From far away
I hear a voice
It calls my name

It beckons me
To come and see
The oceans blue
And fields of green

Wildflowers, red and free
Scattered around old olive trees
And still your voice entices me
"Please, my dear, run away with me!"

I look up,
see skies of grey
What keeps me here?
Why should I stay?

There's a whole new world,
Like in a dream,
Waiting just across the sea
A new life with adventure
Bursting from the seams

All around
What a shame
To live a life
Trapped in mundane

I hear my name
This time it's whispered
A haunting voice
insists and pleads
It floats, so soft, so sweet
And glides to me,
Across the seas

I run to the edge
I dive right in
Deciding now's the time I learn to swim
Determined to find my mythic friend
And discover this land on which he stands
Somewhere
Across the sea

Confused,
What to do?

Confused,
Just thinking about you

Though it's been a long time coming
I'm unprepared, not thought through

But somewhere deep inside it's whispered,
"Love, it always has been you!"

Be still, be still, be still!
O, my heart, be still
You don't know the way
Yet, you have the will.

Be free, be free, be free!
O, my soul, be free
To smile and laugh
And sing and dance in jubilee

Be clear, be clear, be clear!
O, sweet mind, be clear
Clear of worries, doubts, and fears
Avoiding all that brings you tears...

Poetry in forms of pencil strokes

She took the midnight train...

She looked out wistfully
Eyes gleaming and far away
Down the tracks and past the station
For the moment she'd be free

She was running away

Running away
Running wild, running scared
Running fast and running free
Running with the reason just to be

She heard the whistle in the distance
And doubts began to fill her head
Doubts about the choice she made
But something nudged her, "look ahead"

You may think your future's written
You've planned it
Plotted to the end
YOU are the sole creater of your pleasantly plotted plan

But she has no worries
Well, no worries, that's a lie
No worries, seems to me, to have something implied

She has her worries, has her doubts, too
She has her fears, her battles with tears
She has concerns, many things she needs to learn

But she has hope.
And faith
And grace
She knows one day she'll see His face

The train rides swiftly down the track
And she knows there is no looking back

The route's been mapped by more skilled hands than hers
And it's to this map that she refers

A map that's like a puzzle to be figured...
For an adventure just waiting to be triggered.

Seeking Him Whom My Soul Loves

Take this heart, it's all yours
I'm tired of this role
I'm done playing the whore

I've chased after everything I could afford
Now my mind is more tired than my legs have ever been before

"Was it worth it?" You ask, as I'm lifted from the floor
"Yes" I answer
"If only to show me you are the only one I should adore"

You call out; arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away...
Your love is sweet, draw me after you; let us run, I say

And so we do, in leaps and bounds
And my heart can feel eyes all around

They whisper of this long lost lover
One who doesn't stay under cover

Tall and ruddy, with eyes like fire
Oh, lover of my soul, come take me higher

I am seeking him whom my soul loves
With him, I find peace

If you find him let me know
I'm looking for the one whose life I need to lead

I should be your reflection in the mirror
Living a way unnatural to me

Despite my human inhibitions
You lived, and died, and rose for me

What love! What passion, overwhelming!
Give me grace for understanding

The height, the depth
The length, the width

Of this abounding love
I now hold in my hands

It scares me and I try to run
But again you take my hand.

You lead us through tumultuous waves
Toward the warm and stable sand

On backs we lie and count the stars
So numerous and grand

He tells of his love, greater than the stars
And I wonder...
How could I ever leave this man?

And yet I do
I shamefully slink away

But with graceful reprimand
He brings me back, tells me to stay

For I am his, and his alone
All others are sub par

And I again I wonder, and I swear
To never roam so far

Here I've built a sanctuary
A hiding place and shield

A refuge for the weak and wary
To You I gladly yield.

She walks in beauty

So, I think I'm in love...there's this poet, and nearly every word he pens makes me involuntarily melt inside. His name is Byron. George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824). And today, I'm going to share one of his breathtaking works with you.

"SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY

SHE walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"

Running To Find You

Run away.
I just want to run away
From all these doubts and fears of disappointment
Feels like I'm going nowhere at the moment

Drive.
I wish I could drive through the night
Emerging in the soft glow of the morning light
Unafraid of not knowing when or where my journey ends

You.
Sometimes I wish you wouldn't plague me
Or that you'd swoop in and save me
From the chaos in my mind

But instead you hover
Like a shadow of a lover
You're there one day, then gone another
Like you can't make up your mind

Skip.
 I wish that I could skip somethings in life
Like this unpleasant feeling we call 'lonely'
But then I'd miss the whole adventure of you getting to know me

Though, I know there's so much more to living life

Life.
Why can't life, most days, be easy?
I feel like some days that I won't sleep until I die

So I content myself with dreaming
While through my window sunlight's gleaming

Because they who dream by day
are aware of so much more
than those who only dream at night

Night.
 For many, I feel, night is a truly confusing time of day
My body is weary
My feet are dragging
My mood is dreary
And yet, Night is when my imagination comes out to play

Here.
 Here is where I leave you
But where 'Here' is, is up to you
And with you, I leave an image
Though a rather fuzzy image:

Of a girl wandering through life
skipping town
driving through the night
A girl running away,
 just to find you.

Running away to find you, here.

Poetry in forms of pencil strokes

A peculiar treasure

There is a girl I know, whose helping hands help people grow.
Her heart, so beautiful, is larger than the oceans
And when she speaks, love is verbally put into motion
Beloved by all, this girl of slight frame stands bold and tall
This gorgeous creature is blessed with compassion knowing no bounds, truly a heart for the lost
This gorgeous creature is blessed with skin the color of creamy coffee, and bouncy black raven locks
A precious and peculiar treasure, is this girl I know
For she belongs to a savior who's love has made her pure as snow
And though, some days, she feels crushed, as if by the whole world's cares(and sometimes told things that catch her unawares)
She will always have arms to run to
Arms ready for a sweet embrace
Arms to calm and reassure her
Arms that make her feel safe
For she is a peculiar treasure
One only a fool would let go
Unique and unattainable by all
Except the one who sees inside her soul
This is the girl I know
I call this girl my friend
This girl, like me, a peculiar treasure
One I'll cherish 'till the end.

"A cup of coffee shared with a friend is happiness tasted and time well spent."

Musings from a Tipsy Scatterbrain

your fingers pluck on my heartstrings like a skilled musician. The idea of you, as steady as a drum beat in my head. I peer into a sea of faces and wonder if you're lost in there, are you trying to get out? Or are you hiding instead? Being alone, and being happy. It's a hard thing to master. Especially when all around you everyone is paired together.
So, who are you? I'm dying to know!
My heart is calling out, it sings its song so loudly, trying to wait patiently for the return of its call. I'm searching for a pure heart. One that's brave and true. Kind and patient. Gentle, loving. Does this sound like you? Do your eyes see things the way they are, from a surface view? Or do you see with a creative imagination, making old things seem brand new?
Images in my head, belonging on an artist's wild canvas. But sometimes it's hard to find the right form of expression for all these thoughts found where head and heart meet. Should I use a gilded paint brush, or illustrate with my bruised and battered feet?
I need to move to think, it's just the way I am. On most days I need more then pen and ink to exercise my crazy plans.
If you think you can handle my insanity, well, then you're welcome to give it a shot. But I must shoot you a warning:
This brain and these emotions don't come equipped with a switch to turn things 'off'. I need a kindred spirit, someone who shares my goals. Someone to bring me coffee and a kiss at 3am when I'm tired and starting to feel slow.
Whisper that you love me.
Place a smile on my face.
Forgive me when I hurt you.
And share with me God's grace.
I can see you smiling as I place my hand in yours, as we walk down a path lined with trees. Our hair goes from dark to gray, and eventually we walk with canes.
You'll be my hero and my lifeline and keep me from going mad. I'll drive you towards insanity but you won't mind, because being crazy's not so bad.
I have many dreams of life, and love, and art, but you...
you yourself are a dream ...
But O, to dream! To dream is an experience I'll never forsake. For it's in the adventurous, nonsensical world of my imagination that I get to meet you.

Poetry by pencil strokes

- art credit to: Sophia

I was...

Nineteen today, but not tomorrow
Can't make up my mind between
Gladness and Sorrow

Thinking of the year that's passed,
Of moments, memories, friends that last
Times that left me happy and confused,
Other where I was sad and bruised

A whole spectrum of emotions
Crammed into a short twelve months
A lifetime of experiences
Learning to believe and hope and trust and love

Learning what you're made of
Learning who you really are
Learning to be humble
While reaching for the stars.

Learning what was meant
When they spoke of 'love' and 'loss'
Learning that I"m broken,
And how much I need the cross

Caffeinated,
And jaded
It's how I greet the day
But I found that it's your grace
That lets me see life another way

I don't know where I'm going,
What I'm doing
But I know that You know all
I'm glad that I can trust you
To pick me up each time I fall

I was nineteen
It was a crazy year,
Of living
Learning
Loving
Yearning
Falling
Flying
Cutting
Dying
living on the edge without ever really trying

Asking questions
learning facts
Going mad,
And keeping my insanity intact

I wrote some poetry
And sang some songs
And sometimes others sang along
I did somethings that made you proud
And things I'd rather not be said aloud

There's nothing I would change
At least, if given the chance
There are no regrets I have
That could possibly out weigh the experience

looking foreword to another year
Of living
learning
Loving
Yearning
Of daily in your mercies growing
Giving grace where it's least expected
Waiting for strengths to be tested
For weaknesses to reappear
And knowing, to You, I can draw near

Leaning upon You when I feel broken
Trying to keep my cynical heart open
To your love and kindness, never failing

More life to be lived
More coffee to be had
More songs to be sung
Life's songs, both good and bad

I'm unsure how to end
In truth, life's just begun
Though a lot seems to be changing
Everything essentially stays the same

But this chapter must
be brought to a close
A new page be made ready
for exciting new words of adventure to flow

Nineteen no more, nevermore, no, nevermore.
Nineteen today, but not tomorrow
I was Nineteen.

"it's just a bit of silliness, really..."

Well, we have decided that there's been enough brooding, bitter, and bold poems, and decided it was time for a little silliness. Something that made us chuckle and lightened the mood...what you are about to read is the product of watching a whole season of a TV show and then some extra episodes...26 hours total in the course of about 4 1/2 days. This is the product of creative and easily distracted minds running on very little sleep, a lot of caffeine, and carbs. So, here you go, chuckle a little and enjoy. (and no, we're not in our right minds ;)









AN ODE TO JAMEN AND DEREMY

I feel like a refugee, hiding in my thoughts
Trying to break free
I've been immersed in your eyes for days
Something about them begs me to stay
You wander in and out of my dreams
Floating like a shadow,
Moving swift and free
You're on the tip of my tongue
I'm on the edge of my seat
Trying to decide if finding you was victory or defeat
Somehow you've taken me over
Body and soul
But I fight so hard to try and gain control
I feel like I've been invited in
And you draw me closer with every tilt of your chin
Enamored, by the thought of your touch
My sanity slowly slips away
How easily the imagination is captivated, compelled, and fascinated.
How willingly the imagination runs away
How voluntarily it can be swayed
Surrender, beautiful and sweet
Fill my body when our lips meet
I breath in deep, and my lungs surge with air
My fingers long for deep immersion in your hair
Overwhelmed, I close my awestruck eyes
My chest trying to suppress a sigh
Your forehead is creased with lines of brooding
your eyes are pools of worry
I can't explain how much of me you're affecting
But I wish I could take away your sad thoughts
And fix it all in a hurry

Art credit  goes to the amazingly talented Sophia

Writing credit goes to the overly giddy and very tired Emily

Poetry in forms of pencil strokes

A State of Melancholy

Oh melancholy me eyes full of tears will be I need someone to comfort me Oh will you soothe my sorrowful soul, And keep the tears at bay? If I unlocked my heart to you Would you come in, or run away? Oh sorrowful soul! Oh heavy heart! My body's full of fears For you, my love, have gone away And left me, lonesome, here I know that you're not out of reach And homeward bound will be But while you're gone, I'll sing our song And melancholy be