I want white roses,
people dressed in color.
I do not want you to cry,
it's not your fault I died.
I do not want these tears of pain*,
my love will always stay.
I do not want these tears,
I had my blessed years.

*I'm considering changing that line, but to what I do not know.
p.s. This so doesn't fall under 30 days & 30 poems, but that ( Read more... )

Cinnamon

You died seven years ago today.

and I can still smell the cinnamon

that I dropped on your shirt

-it follows me, an omen,

a ghoul from my past, unable

to move on, unable to breathe

without smelling it.

Cinnamon.

I remember a time when I

couldn’t spell it;

when it was just another word,

another spice on the counter

-but ( Read more... )

Haha, that would be me. So much for thirty days and thirty poems, huh? But I'll keep writing until I've written 30, that I swear by. This poem is much not to my liking, something I wrote quite quickly, no real inspiration behind it. I find it stiff, and void of emotion, but I will let you be Judge, Jury and most likely Executioner.

Idling

I used ( Read more... )

A Promise Made to the Promise Keeper
I will follow you, sister,
forever, shaking,
placing my feat into your footsteps
feeling the residual warmth:
the hushed comfort;
as I toddle behind
never able to catch up
but always willing to follow.

love the title. =)
- not sure about forever, shaking, feel like shaking needs to be a different word. Ahh, idk.

I AM

I am from a handmade custom white wood swing set

that swaddled I for many a summer before I grew.

I am from five different nannies.

I am from sweat peas and long grass.

and the sound water makes at midnight

And the feeling of a hug.

I am from Father-Daughter dances and

Mother’s day teas and Grandparent Day

Brunches.

I am from the ( Read more... )

I found zero calorie chocolate dip. ummm, yummm. =)
Prompt: Einstein.

For Papa

You were born the year Einstein died

And maybe that made you smarter

-the man you are today-

Perhaps as his spirit left this earth

He sprinkled ideas down on you,

Whispered formulas and theories

Into your small round ear,

Gave you the world of learning

And then ( Read more... )

Ew. I cheated bad yesterday. I had half a brownie and like an inch and a half of cake. But it had strawberries on top of it, so maybe it doesn't count? And plus, I so wasn't dizzy yesterday!! It may have been because I literally drank a gallon and a half of fluids (no joke, I kept count), but I was so happy.

Me and my friend Em went down to my ( Read more... )

Remnants

I spoke to you in not words but poetry

Asked you to believe in me

Just one more time

To see past all the times I misused you

(rinse, repeat).

I swore up and down

This was the last time

(it’s always the last time)

And that now, I was yours

Forever and ever

(forever’s end on Tuesdays)

And you believed me

Like you always do

( ( Read more... )

In those weekends at Ocala,

The farm where papa leaned life,

I found a cat with sunset eyes,

only for mama to shove it out the door

of the pale blue minivan before we headed home.

I found an orange tree that was never ripe,

and a pile of sand that resided close to a pile of manure.

I found an old chicken coop my father built

and a ( Read more... )

old poem, new end. And i am now obsessed with it. Tell me about the flow, if you please. I really like the way it is, as if the thoughts are free flowing, and look back at the times "you" saw her.

The first time you see her she is pale,

As if she spent her time reading books beneath the mindful eye of the stacks at the home grown library;

While ( Read more... )