Little Lies

Author's Note: It's funny where inspiration can come frome. Even funnier what you'll be inspired to write. This came from a very snowy morning. At 3AM I awoke to about 3 inches of powder on the ground. By noon we had almost a foot.

I'm not sure where this poem comes from. Most of what I write is about me or how I'm feeling. This one isn't. It just came out.

The last two lines were added when I was rewriting it. I thought it made the poem feel more complete, but now I'm not sure that I like them being there at all. Something about the tone of them seems off. I've included them, nonetheless, italicized.

If you read this, let me know what you think about the last two lines (or the poem in general). Feedback is nice.

*****

The earth, wrapped up, in a blanket of white
That silently fell from the heavens last night
With blues and greys, quiet and cold
The world filled with little white lies that she told

Blue like the eyes that looked into his own
Grey like the morning when he knew she was gone
Quiet like their home after she went away
Cold like his heart, which she left that way

Lies that she spoke that he didn't quite see
Lies spoken of a love, never meant to be
Now he falls silent into winter's womb
He'll lay there 'til covered in an icy, white tomb

On Valentine's Day

Author's Note: If you read the last post, well, hopefully this will help make you feel less awful. Or stop shaking your head at me.

It was written for someone who popped into my head as a pretty great gal. I do not have a Valentine this year, which I think might actually be a first for me, but that's alright.

I hope you enjoy it.

*****

I would have sent you daffodils
but hope this will do instead
for my favorite flower pales, it seems
to the beauty you possess
A box of chocolates or Hallmark card
could have made their way to you
Yet the chocolates couldn't be as sweet
Nor would the card be true
For cards they speak of love and such
or would say, "Oh please, be mine!"
But I'm not in love, nor could I claim
Ownership of one so fine
Your quiet strength and gentle laugh
the subtle way you smile
Make birds go quiet and nature pause
to admire you for awhile
So who am I? Well, I'm just me
who thought of you today
I don't need to be your Valentine,
only wanted to have my say.

68

Author's Note: The following was written just after the previous poem "Deer in the Headlights". We were eating really yummy pie and listening to a rap artist who calls himself "Tyga". His lyrics are great (smell the sarcasm). Anyway, I decided to try my hand at writing a really, REALLY innappropriate rap. I think I succeeded.

The following is quite vulgar. Keep in mind that it was written as a sort of joke, so if you don't have a sense of humor, please skip this one. It IS demeaning to women. Though...if Ludacris wanted to flesh it out (ha - flesh it out) that would be super cool. Then again, he could do much better.

*****

You do me
I'll owe you one
Though I need to get going
as soon as you're done
I'm sobering up
You don't look so good
Staring at your face
I'm losing my wood
Hurry up, bitch, and whiten your teeth
It's gettin' pretty late and I'm lookin' to leave
Here's a number; not mine. I don't want you to call
Besides, how you gonna talk if you're suckin' on balls
Don't start lookin' upset, don't you try to hate
It's just the way that I roll, bitch, we call it "68"

Deer in the Headlights

Author's Note: So...I hit a couple deer the other night while I was going to a friend's house for pie. I'd never done that before (hit a deer, not eat pie) and I hope to never do so again. It definitely spiked my pulse and blood pressure, plus, I just felt kind of shitty about it. Anyway, to process it I wrote a poem. Enjoy!

*****

Time slows down,
my music stops.
They seem frozen there in time.
My truck was never meant to stop
or turn upon a dime.
The tires screech,
my knick-knacks fly.
I veer hard to the right.
Trying to avoid a herd
of deer racing in fright.
I'm sideways now.
I'm off the road.
I feel my tires slide.
I see the terror in her eyes,
she slams into the side.
Another in the front,
in her eyes I see dread.
Then hear the "THUMP" as my light
makes contact with her head.
With time slowed down
I saw them both,
I'm unsure what to do.
All I wanted was some fucking pie!
I didn't want to slam into...
deer.

Angels Die

The water running red with blood
a broken body in the mud
Remnants of tattered wings were there
an angel, fallen from the air
When the hubris of man reaches dizzying height
It ends an angel's quiet flight
When man hates life and wears a frown
it brings the angels crashing down
When human dreams exceed the sky
the angels die.

Letting Down a Friend

I couldn't say what I wanted to say
Instead I let you walk away
The irritation was in your voice
I guess I must have made the wrong choice

But how I say it matters to me
because you matter, don't you see
I'm trying to extract foot from mouth
but fear our friendship may have gone South

It started with a phonecall from Ouray
When I didn't say what I wanted to say

Crusade

This one has been stewing for a few hours now. It think I'm happy with it, and it's dedicated to anyone that's had to stiffen their upper lip.

*****

I have another shadow that no one wants to see.
It hides inside the darkness, just waiting there for me
to lower my guard and take down my wall,
that it may trip me up, make me stumble. Fall.
Speaking to me inside dream and nightmare
asking dark questions  and laying me bare,
this shadow is tenacious and attacks all my sense.
The burden it casts upon me is immense.
An angel took my hand, a lovely bringer of the light
But her wings, they were not strong enough, and she could not take flight.
"I'm sorry," she said, fleeing, and left me alone
to battle the shadow, once more, on my own.
"No matter," I said, as I willed myself strong.
"I could use the mental workout. It's been my fight all along."
The war has always been there, with its clamor and din.
It's been raging for ages, and it's one I will win.