Saturday, September 29, 2007

Purple

My breath is quick and unsure
Scared of what is to come out
Terrified of what may come in
So I take one more deeply drawn breath

I puff my cheeks out and hold it counting to 45
Prickly white dots begin to surface to my skin
Spinning dizziness begins
The purple clarity is here once again
I enjoy this moment
Quickly before I must exhale and rush on
Trying to make up for the moment that was lost

Friday, September 28, 2007

poem a day

I am doing a new thing which is putting out one of my poems each day hoping to get feed back on how to make each poem better. this is day one.


Dandelion Queen

Remember when dandelions were your favorite flower?
The orangish petals reminded you of the hot summer sun.
Gracefully, you would dance around them.
Wearing dandelion diamonds on every inch of your body,
You skipped around with an effortless royal beauty
When you found a long steamed dandelion,
Swaying hypnotically in the sweet wind,
A quite calm would sweetly kiss your spirit.

A scattered smile crossed your face
Right before you snatched the dandelion. Spotted next swinging eminently in your hand
As if it were your own magic wand,
Bewitching all that saw your image of grace.
All of the innocence that was left within.

To me, that flower will never be,
Just a weed.

Boy With a Coin

I am going to go see Iron and Wine at the Town Hall in NYC on Sunday. I am very very excited. I can't wait, i love this mans music. He is just coming out with two new singles and i am so pumped because they are awesome and i have a feeling that this next album will be wonderful! it is going to be so nice going into the city then knowing that i will be going home the next week will be wonderful. I can't wait to sleep in my bed and be lazy and walk around my hood during the fall its so pretty and crisp.

. . . And if you want to be free, be Free. Things I do, and think about.