Green Room Friends

This is about a friend that will probably not evolve into something more.


Green Room Friends

green room fast friends
united in the job to be done
each day getting closer
seeing each other better
seeking a friendship that
will last in the real world
his it changed though
after all real life and
theatre are on different planes
heaven help me I don't know when
everything changed but it did
I started to care for this man
started to see him as a
guy I could learn to love
all I wanted was a chance
yet I'm not really his type

April 9, 2015

Emotional Whirl

I really jump all the time and I hate it. So I've decided to just get over him and move on. Just friends is better anyway. 

Emotional Whirl

How is it that I can take a simple smile

And continue to run with it for a mile

My mind decides to jump to the end

When he has yet to call me his friend

My thoughts keep slipping away

Into the realm of someday

Dreaming of a time

When he will be mine

But alas

Not his lass

Am

I

I

Am

But a girl

In a whirl

Of her emotions

And made up notions

But you will never love me

What am I for thee to see

But a woman caught up in her dreams

That reality rips at the seams

I can take a smile a long way off so too

A frown, alack I’ll ne’er have a shot with you

March 18, 2015

Peaches and Pairs

Here is a poem I wrote about a guy that hasn't given me cause to hope but somehow I can't stop. He brings out a creative side of myself I didn't know I had, one with structure. Working with syllables, homophones and rhyme really made me enjoy the challenge of creating within the lines.

Peaches and Pairs

Oh to be named he and I a pair

I would strip all my defenses bare

Even name him the jaws of the bear

All this to be the peach to his pear

There is a grand twinkle in his eye

To be the cause of I would nearly die

I knew once he spoke of my red dye

That there was something between him and I

I love his slight scruff and floppy hair

Even those black tights he seems to wear

That really shouldn't exist anywhere

In this race for him I’m not the hare

Nor lovely Ariel with a tail

I don’t go with his Eric clothes or sail

I’m not quite sure his heart is for sale

But I want to be the girl in his tale

I am here and he is way over there

How do I even get off this stair

Choose to open my mouth instead of stare

At the way they look and how all their

Happiness makes my very heart sore

My confidence is so very poor

With one wrong word tears would simply pour

And one smile my heart would take flight and soar

Though I am not the goddess of the air

He is a perfect prince a king’s true heir

March 25, 2015

You Decide

I wrote this for a art exhibit of sorts. The theme was "what is courage to you..." Honestly the words came to me almost unbidden. I know I need to share this piece with as many as are struggling. Each decision has the potential to be courageous.

You Decide

Strength is getting out of bed
Learning to live with the darkness
That never seems to leave my head
Willpower is staying the knife
Poised above my wrist
Ready to distract my life
Endurance is choosing a smile to fake
Over each sigh I make
Bravery is saying hello back
To the kind stranger on the street
Using the social skills I seem to lack
Spunk is dancing with friends
When the gloom calls for tears
And books from covers to ends
Boldness is letting new people in
When I but want the loneliness to win
Determination is electing to eat
When the effort seems too great
To even try getting off my feet
Tenacity is crawling between the sheets
Each night to lay awake for hours
Believing dreams with come and replace my defeats
Pluck is celebrating each task that's done
Instead of focusing on the list you haven't begun
Courage is deciding to see trials
As opportunities to learn of my
Blessings that stretch for miles
Courage is deciding to live
With depression and anxiety and anything else
And opening my heart to God to forgive
Courage is deciding to thrive
Instead of just survive.

March 15,2015

Not Your Average Story

A man began to tell a story and I knew it would end on a 'happily ever after' note. At the time this started to bother me, I don't have those happily ever after moments. Why do we always talk about them? That experience prompted me to start a poem about stories. I have to say it was a struggle to rhyme I don't usually do that because I'm frankly not that good at it but as I was writing it was fun to find the word that would fit. I hope you find your stories always continue another page.


Not Your Average Story

Every story that's told ends with a smile
a perfect package tied in a bow
the prince walks the princess down the aisle
it's happily ever after we all know
why do humans need the strings all tied?
is that even how life works these days
all the story books have lied
the wold has changed it's ways
there are no endings in life
it just continues onto the next page
each chapter holds joy and strife
moments held by gentleness and rage
some argue with tears that death is the end
though for those left to toil it's the start of something new
those who are gone are not lost they transcend
we may want to stay in the story awaiting our cue
but the fairy tales are full of pretend
however we can choose reality over cartoon
all we need is to replace 'the end'
with 'to be continued soon'

March 8, 2015

Haiku Experiment

I was trying to write but it's late and I am tired. So I decided to play with haikus. I've never done much with this style of poetry but it was kind of fun to work with syllables instead of rhyme. They are a bit scattered but like I said I'm a bit scattered myself. Here are my sleep ones:

My brain won’t focus

Life’s been hard the last few days

All I want is sleep

Sleep beckons to me

A warm call, a gentle touch

I am deeply lost

I was reading in 1 Samuel today and I read the story of Hannah giving Samuel to the lord. I know all sacrifices you give to the lord serve a purpose but to give up the son you had waiting and longed for seems incredibly difficult. 

Hannah how did you

Give your child to god forever

Didn’t you love him

Yes I did love him

But I love God even more

And I promised

And finally I wrote one about God and what he does for me. I really feel like his arms are around me in a gentle embrace. It's a feeling unlike any other. 

God is my father

His love is a warm embrace

It blocks the darkness

February 26, 2015

Who am I

This is a companion poem to Who is God, included in my previous post, meant to be read side by side. I loved writing this! There are times when I wonder who has more of a hand in my writing; me or God. He really helped me with this one. I hope you take the time to discover who God is to you and who you are to Him.

Who am I?

The sinner who needs a lot of help to attain salvation

The poet whose wise thoughts always get lost in translation

The daughter who regrets all the years she was the center of her mother’s frustration

The sister who tries the hardest in each conversation

The friend who has learned to look beyond limitation

The child who still sees the world as a fascination

The writer who wishes to be someone’s inspiration

The lover who though broken still has a very high expectation

The student who hopes to make an impact on civilization

The girl who has survived and learned from life’s tribulation

The woman who dreams of a best friendship full of love and adoration

The comedian who doesn't always value or desire isolation

The lamb who follows her shepherd without hesitation

The believer who holds fast to the rod that leads to the final destination

The masterpiece of God’s creation

February 25, 2015