Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Nature to People

Open the window, and hear a sudden rush.
Look up, see the movement
then feel a gust, it's expressing itself.

Does nature have moods?
Snow, Rain, Wind, Sun
Every time a new season has begun,
does nature change moods?
Just like people...

People have moods.
Happy, Angry, Confused, Sad
Some change quickly and dramatically
others hardly ever seem to differ
but people change moods.

Nature to People.
Not often thought of
Does nature show emotion through weather?
Then... what makes it cry?
Why does the sun shine?
What makes nature Happy?
And when you hear thunder...
What makes nature Angry?

If weather is nature's way of expression...
[Nature to People]
maybe people express in a similar fashion.
But then... what weather would nature choose if love was it's feeling?
And would people show it by reflecting that weather?

Nature to People
As the weather can be difficult to read,
emotions can be too.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Popsicles are my new Stalker Food.

When you give Stripes and Bri~ crayons, strange things happen....

I drew the first thing that came to my head, and it went from there. If you ask me what it is, I'll just say "That's what happened when the crayon hit the paper!" Because it is. That's probably what happened with Bri~ too, but we didn't use her creation when we went Stalking.

We also had an extra popsicle, a green one. It was slightly melted, but we decided to do it anyway. We texted Mr. Tumble (Sp~) and asked if he was home. "Depends what you're plotting" He responded. So we came, set my random creation on the doorstep, knocked, and ran away. But not far away. The next thing we heard was "umm... thanks!" and we came out of our hiding spot laughing like idiots! :) We explained to Mr. Tumble's family that.. well we couldn't really 'explain' because it's unexplainable, but we tried. They called Mr. Tumble out and you could so tell he was thinking "Here we go again..." We laughed like a bunch of hiyena's on drugs.. and semi- explained the weird gift to him too.

Then Bri~ took me home.
And I ate Peanut Butter.
It made my mouth all sticky!

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Poems Poems POEMS!!!!

HOLY MOLEY!!! I've written a whole lot!! Here we go!!
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Never Ending Night
Night. As I sit here, wanting it all to end
I think how lately
sometimes things seem to be endless night.
Will it ever end?

End. Just keep pushing hard
a few more moments
moments? hours? days?
when will I have peace?

Peace. Quite an interesting word.
A synonym to piece,
which is only a part of something
only a part of life is peace
A piece of peace.
The room is quiet.

Quiet. Only the sound of a computer thinking...
not only a computer
but the computer of my mind.

My mind. Ha! Right now my mind is mush.
I can hardly think straight
I'm writing this only to keep my mind going
keep the creativity flowing
so that it doesn't altogether stop.

Stop. Do I need to stop?
Is there a reason to?
No, I cannot.
Instead I should begin.
Begin anew
Try something different.
Push through a few more days
of this endless night.

Night.

Foop.
Blar bang bam boom
kerflabba... zoom!
Zer zer zer zer
gee gee gee
Stop. Pop. Hop! Spot?
Bad? Zar. Blub. Zub nub.
Silly. :)

Nonsense words.
A good interpretation of sound and feeling.
Especially good when the mind is reeling
I feel like Dr. Suess.
What fun!

We were never here...
you didn't see anything.
Wow time to go.
Or is it?
Lingering is also an option.

Talking. Talking is good.
Up we go.
Hey look! A pig!
A Guy original.
At the Franci house.
Exciting. Goodbye.

Now
Now is a good time.
Each day I try to think this.
Now is a good time
to pray
to work
to laugh
to play
a time to love
a time to talk
to be happy

Am I happy now?
Or did I only think I was?
I always feel like there is something missing.
But I don't know what it is.
When will I be able to find it?
Now is a good time.

A time to talk
to make new friends
and strengthen old relationships
to renew ones knowledge of themself
to be more caring
Now is a good time.

A time to love
think before you say and do
do unto others as you would have them do unto you
love everyone, life is better when you try it
Now is a good time.

Don't wait
because now is a good time
all those things you said you'd do
but never did,
Now is a good time.

A time to say goodbye?
Goodbye to old wrongs
goodbye to the past
Don't hold on to the past
but reach for the future
the future is in your grasp.
The past is gone. Let it go.
Now is a good time.

Gold
My blanket is golden
the sun is golden
gold is golden
friends are golden.

Scarlet.
blood is scarlet
scarlet red
death is scarlet
pain is scarlet
hurt is scarlet

Green.
the grass is green
green comes after scarlet
meaning the new life after that red death

Blue.
water is blue
tears are blue
sadness is blue
Am I blue?
No. I am golden.
Golden and green in that new life.

MissingLike a color you can't see
a kind of air you can't breath
it's ultraviolet and it's quiet

But at times you know it's there
it's so prevalent.
that emptiness

What fits in that empty space?
Will I ever find
what goes in it's place?
It's ultraviolet.

Missing II: Ultraviolet
I see a dim purple glow
and I think I begin to know
the ultraviolet

as the warmth of the sun
like the comfort of a blanket
the safe and happy feeling that comes...

I can breath the air now
as the violet becomes less ultra
I can see it
But only just.

I still know there's something missing
is it deeper ultra violet?
Of is it completely on the other side of the spectrum?
Infra red.

Writing.
writing is a sixth sense.
we all see deeper into each other through it
out souls are poured out in our writing

am I writing for you?
or is it really for me?
We see more of ourselves too,
when we write.

Because the soul we pour out
has to be thought about
and forced to be words.
But they are more than words...

Writing is a mirror
whoever looks into it
finds themselves
and those around them too

and there is no limit to how far writing can reflect,
how far it can see.

Become the mirror.
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I might turn a couple of these into songs eventually.. and the "Missing" poem isn't complete yet, if you noticed it leaves one hanging. That was on purpose, it leaves ME hanging. I still need to figure it out.
well, there you go!