Who Do You Think You Are?!?

Who do you think you are to talk to me that way?
You've gotten by with it once, but not today.
Sitting there, smugly, like you own the world.
You might own everyone else, but not this girl.

I've got my own mind, don't tell me what to think-
I haven't told you yet, but I am right on the brink.
You aren't my boss and you sure aren't my father...
if you're gonna make excuses, don't even bother.

If you were me you'd do this and you'd do that-
Did I ask your opinion as a matter of fact?
I wouldn't put you in charge of my worst enemy's dog;
the way you see reality is through one really dark fog.

Always quick with the tongue but not with your brain
If I sit here one more minute, I'll surely go insane!
When you open your mouth, I hear nails on a chalkboard
you seem to think you're God, Master and Lord!

I've got news for you, you're just talking to yourself
I hope all that hot air you share is good for your health!
You're far too smart to be so frighteningly witless
I'd kick you in the shins but there might be a witness.

I want you to go far, why not start now?
You're boring me to tears with all your know- how.
Yeah, I'm angry, and yet you won't call it a night
if you knew what's good for you, you'd exit stage right.

07/31/06
For those days when you could go off on someone and not care...

How?

How often do the matches flare
bringing a flame alive
from out of nowhere?

How often do our lives ignite
bringing some heat
into the still dark night?

How often do we fan the coals
bringing electricity
to our sleepy souls?

How often do we stand aside
dousing sparks with tears
watching our dreams subside?

How often do we just allow
the ashes to smolder
and turn our backs, somehow?

How often do we have the chance
to ignore the dangers
and simply give in to the dance?

How often do we settle for the cold-
for being close to the heat
might be construed as bold?

How often do grasp the reality
that there is another side of us
longing to burn continually?


Never let life keep you from living....

A Good Day

i can write and type and read and play
this is going to be such a good day

sun is shining but it's not too hot
i'm counting blessings because i have a lot

shoes on my feet and clothes on my back
even if i have some baggage left to unpack

that's okay, i don't mind the wait
this is my life, my soul, my fate

i have a job and food and shelter and drink
i can live, i can love, i can laugh and think

the people i love seem to love me in return
every day there is something new to learn

though there is a lost and found box in my heart
looking in there might not be a bad start

some people have passed- some are still here
i have more to hope for than i have to fear

if i gave it some thought i'd have to say
i think this is going to be a such a good day

Desperate Times Call for Fluff Rhymes

Fluff Poem


Yes, I'm here and feeling great-
a fact I know you will appreciate

Don't feel like writing about sickness and gloom
so this will be a fluff poem we can safely assume

I'm not so down that I can't see what's up
the coffee seems half full in my morning cup

It isn't easy to write when I'm on such a roll
having balanced seratonin levels is taking a toll

But I don't get paid to write so who really cares?
If I'm happy, I'm happy-I can ignore all the stares

So here is my poem, though fluffy it may be
I'm smiling-so this is good as it gets, poetically

When I'm in a Happy Place

When I'm in a good place...feeling silly, happy, giddy...it's hard for me to come up with poetry. Most of my poems come out of sadness and depression. Therefore I will make an effort to challenge myself to write at least one joyful poem. Worse case scenario is that I end up with writer's block while trying to write a happy poem, which could hypothetically depress me, which could help me write again. I hope you followed that, because I didn't.

If that doesn't work, I'll just post a poem I like that someone else wrote. Why make a mountain out of a molehill, as my grandparents used to say?

Stay tuned!

Bereft by Robert Frost

Thought I'd post a poem by an actual poet. :)


Bereft
by Robert Frost

Where had I heard this wind before
Change like this to a deeper roar?
What would it take my standing there for,
Holding open a restive door,
Looking down hill to a frothy shore?
Summer was past and day was past.
Somber clouds in the west were massed.
Out in the porch's sagging floor,
leaves got up in a coil and hissed,
Blindly struck at my knee and missed.
Something sinister in the tone
Told me my secret must be known:
Word I was in the house alone
Somehow must have gotten abroad,
Word I was in my life alone,
Word I had no one left but God.

Such a Touching, Poetic Quote

"Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness."

-- Carl Jung

Is It?

Is It?


look away, look inside-is it such a surprise?

scrambled

scattered

medicated

isolated

if you describe me- do you win top prize?

fatigued

apathetic

pretending

declining

can i really see it all through my all knowing eyes?

struggling

muddling

angered

unbalanced

why the really low lows but not-so-high highs?

hopeful

determined

forgiving

frustrating

i am tougher on me- but is that really wise?

tenacious

suspicious

helpless

distraught

look away, look inside-is it such a surprise?

07/13/06
Keep on Keepin' On...

On A String

On A String

hey there
look out below
i'm hanging on
by a prayer
and a toe

this is more
than you
may have
known

i'm hanging on a string

hey there
it's raining, too
i'm slipping fast
there goes my
shoe

this is more
than you
may want to
know

i'm hanging on a string

hey there
the wind has
changed
i'm looking tired
feeling astranged

this is more
than you
may ever
know

i'm hanging on a string

hey there
the string is strong
it's as
tough as
it is long

this is more
than you
may choose to
know

i'm hanging on a string

hey there
the string is you
it is what
is helping me
through

this is more
than i
ever let you
know

thank god for the string
i'm clinging to.


Thanks, Debbie, for the support. 7/6/06

How He Must Feel

How He Must Feel

here she goes again
how many times do we have to
go through this?

why can't she be
more like me?
i feel the same way

unlike her i just
refuse to give in to it
i just stay distracted

anything to keep
my mind off of it all
but she has to remind me

i never get what i want
she always does
she's got it so good

she's so helpless
i'm always taking care of her
when is it my turn?

if she's not sick she's tired
can't anyone see my side?
i'm a living martyr

everyone should be so lucky
to have someone like me
i handle it all and then some

one of these days
she's going to wake up
and smell the coffee

but it won't be me
making it anymore.
i can only take so much

there's no curing her
she's perpetually helpless
how did i get this burden?

it all looked so easy
back then she was so pretty
now what do i have?

if i needed an anchor
i would have asked...
but i got one, anyway.


7/6/06

Every coin has two sides.