There was a man Who lived in a wood Of ghosts who whispered and knew They spoke to all The buried truths Of those left roughly hewn
Archive for August, 2009
Faller
Posted in Poetry, tagged Darkness, Destruction, heartache, heartbreak, pain, Personal Journey, poems, Poetry, predator, Reflection, Remorseless, Secrets, shadows on August 31, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Injustice
Posted in Musings, Prose, tagged betrayal, Breaking Silence, Darkness, heartache, heartbreak, Liar, lies, Loss, Personal Journey, predator, redemption, Reflection, Secrets, shadows, Silence, Speaking Out, truth on August 31, 2009 | 2 Comments »
What are you going to do? Arrest me? I’ve been myself for this long now, how could you think I would stop? And I never could stand injustice. It’s been said that when I believe in something, I’m like a dog with a bone. Not the most flattering analogy, but likely true. In fact, I [...]
Waiting On Him
Posted in Poetry, tagged betrayal, Desire, Doubt, fear, heartache, heartbreak, Hope, Intuition, Liar, lies, Loneliness, Longing, Loss, Love, pain, poems, Poetry, Red Flags, Reflection, Waiting, Wondering on August 31, 2009 | 6 Comments »
She waits Counting hours Days Weeks She’ll wait It’s been a year now She’s waiting For him She stays Counting fears Doubts Assurances He’ll stay For all those tears now She’s staying For him She hates Counting signs Red flags Hunches She hates them There are so many Waiting On him
Just a Kid
Posted in Musings, Prose, tagged Acceptance, Age, boundaries, Broken Spirit, Choices, Conforming, Control, Darkness, Defiance, dreams, Family, fear, heartache, heartbreak, Hope, Individuality, Innocense, Learning, Love, memories, Mistakes, pain, Personal Journey, PTSD, Rebellion, Reflection, Regret, Scars, Soul, Tattoos, Teenagers, Thoughts on August 24, 2009 | 5 Comments »
When you’re a teenager, you think you know everything. You also think you are indestructible. I look at kids that age, and I see children. But once in a while, I see one who also reminds me of me. A certain squint in one eye, a stance, a way of breathing. Not willing to wait, [...]
Realizations and Reminders #2
Posted in Musings, Prose, tagged Accidents, Bad Hair, Coffee, Coffee Withdrawl, Dirty Dishes, Dutch Bros., Frustration, Heat Wave, humor, Inconvenience, Laughter, Making Due, Murphy's Law, Power Outage, Procrastination, Rants, Realizations, Reflection, Reminders, Thoughts, Two Things I Learned Today, Waiting, Water on August 19, 2009 | 11 Comments »
Two things I learned today: #1 The one time you skip a shower and end the day knowing you really need one, because you were just too tired, a car will strike a power pole in your area the next morning and knock out power for 500 people, including your house. Your well pump will [...]
Frye Boots Calling
Posted in Musings, Prose, tagged American Made, Boots, Campus Boot, Collecting, Coveting, Desire, Found Objects, Frye Boots, Frye's, Longing, Love, Lust, reusing, Shoes, Trends, Vintage Boots on August 17, 2009 | 32 Comments »
She saw them first. She always sees them first. I stared at the rows of over-used shoes, dismal looking in their states of seen-better-days; walked-over heels and cracked leather, if lucky enough to be leather at all. Most bent and arched with the inner imprints of someone else’s feet, the weight of their bodies and their [...]
Be True
Posted in In Their Words, tagged Art, Authenticity, Compromise, Conforming, Conviction, Creating, dreams, Failure, fear, Hope, Individuality, Longing, Passion, Peace, Personal Journey, Quotes, Reflection, Respect, Risk, Self Confidence, Self defeat, Self Respect, Self Worth, Success, Taking Chances, Thoughts, Trust, truth, Yearning on August 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Don’t compromise yourself. You are all you’ve got.–Janis Joplin Don’t listen to those who say, “It’s not done that way.” Maybe it’s not, but maybe you will. Don’t listen to those who say, “You’re taking too big a chance.” Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor, and it would surely be rubbed out by [...]
In Your Hands
Posted in Lyrics, Poetry, tagged Acceptance, betrayal, Broken Promises, confidant, confidante, Conscience, Endings, Epilogue, Grief, heartache, heartbreak, Irreplaceable, Journal, Letting Go, Loss, Love, perception, Personal Journey, poems, Poetry, Privacy, Secrets, So Long, Sorrow, Soul, Strings, Trust, Words, Writing on August 13, 2009 | 6 Comments »
[So Long; Epilogue] You’re studying Matching words and dates Looking for a way To make it all make sense You’re combing Catching links and cues Chasing after trails That lead me back to you That’s my book In your hands That’s the story You can’t understand That’s my book On your shelf [...]