Remind Me When

poetry

Remind me of my strength
when I weep from weakness.
Hold my brave hand
as I tremble with fear.
Call me beautiful
when I am in bed sick.
Support me
until all your support runs out.
I know I will do so for you.

This is a short little break time poem that came to me as I was working. I hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think.

Could Be ( A Poem)

poetry
This could be amazing;
ride upon unicorns
over sparkling rainbows
while bards play magical melodies
and wild nymphs dance on trees
amazing.
Others may spring into light
out of sheer joy.
This could bring delightful dancing doggies
or curiously cute cats,
wonders upon wonders could be brought.

On the other hand
if you flip the tape,
reverse my hopes,
show my fears.

This could be terrible,
rotted death could ooze out its orifices
like black tar filled humiliation
and the sulfur smell of dying dreams
those that were crushed by failure,
which would cause a dank cave
to become a bare home for my soul
with only swollen sadness
to guide my lonely days.

There is a burning flame
a flickering fire inside
that holds to the unicorn
almost seeing the sparkling rainbow
and knows
even if dying dreams are crushed by failure
new one will arise
out of the dream pulp
or ashes of failure.
The phoenix that is my heart
will go on
will create.

Can We Just Say

poetry

Can we just say
that I’m not as shy as I am,
that your rejection wouldn’t crush me?
Can we just say
that I am not still broken,
that the past does not haunt me?
Can we just say
that I can just say everything that is needed,
that I am actually the person living in my mind?
Can we just say
we should try
and have that be that.

Please, can we just say,
or perhaps can you,
because for someone who has so much to say
I can’t just say.
all the things that I need to say;
like you showed me the depths I could study
and you opened my eyes
to a part of me that needed to breathe.
I need to say
that your smile glows your soul’s joy on your face
making me want to learn more about that soul of yours.
I need to say
that I may not be the strongest,
but I am pretty sure I am the bravest,
because fear of the past haunts me,
fear over rejection surrounds me,
and I am really just a scared little girl.
Yet, I still stand
and walk to my future.
I still smile and try to figure out what to say,
I still tell myself I can do the impossible,
I can smile and try.
Still I simply cannot say
all the things I need to say.

So, can you just say
that you do see what I cannot say?
Can we just say
that I can say
all the things that I need to say?
Can we just say,
anything at all to each other?

Winter fears on a summer day

I worry about winter
When summer is near,
When spring only now
Is fading into a sweet memory.
Yes, I fear the cold frigid storms
When the Sun shines bright
Warming the already hot air.
I worry and fear
But I convice myself not tonight.
For the night must be for dreams,
dream that could turn into reality.
Oh,  how I want to force
my reality into my dreams,
Push my hopes into a cage
Or wish my life far far away.
Yet, there must be a different way
A new path, a strange way.
A road away from the fears
Of freezing on the road
Of needing to stop because of the cold.
How can I force summer to stay?
Is there a way
To stop seasons from changing
to stop life from living?
No, I suppose there is no way
Of stopping the world from turning and life from living,
But reality does not need to stay
And the life lived can be what dreams make.