i can't seem to finish it

..i can't hang a star beside the moon

nor can i tell a flower the hour to bloom..

..the tide will never cease because of me

it will always be what it was meant to be..

i adore poetry

but it erks me when i can't seem to finish a piece

i always feel like i could have written more

or maybe i should have emphasized this word more

but maybe poetry is meant to be unfinished

left for the mind to unravel for itself

just as art is

no one sees the same story you see with your pair of eyes

no one feels the same emotions that you feel inside

that is what makes the human mind a beautiful thing



here with you

 

would it just be another day?

tell me, would the sun shine a different shade?

just another day i couldn't find my way?

just another line i would sing all over again?

so many times i wonder where i would be

if you were not here with me

would i be on a bus?

would you be on a train just along the same way?

surely, my heart would sense yours near

oh, it has been crying all along for yours

and how i wonder if we ever trod the same steps

and did you miss my presence brush past your shoulders

oh, where would i be today

if you were not here with me

i can't imagine i would be standing on top the tallest building looking down

i couldn't stand the rush of the city nor the crowd on a busy street

and i wouldn't stand in grass where i can barely see my feet

oh, i couldn't imagine being anywhere but here;

here with you



i see the stars and i am humble

it's in the way the stars light up the sky

as to why i am so mesmerized by the nigh

it's in the way the wind sweeps through the moonlight in such sweet symphony

i see the stars and i am humble on my knees

my eyes become confused of which two stars to match

oh, this is the closest piece of heaven i have and i want it to last;

last until i become like a star in the nigh

and when i do, you won't have to look too high

surely, you will see me for i will shine far greater than even the northern star

and when you think of me, i won't really be that far

there, i will dangle beneath the cotton clouds on Gods swirly canvas

He will paint me in the night, everynight for you to see

and when you look, you won't have to look too high

i will shine for you in the night sky
and my love will radiate through my light



they say the best is yet to come

lets travel this direction together

we will walk atop every stone on this road less traveled

lets sit and watch our dangling moon slowly pass with time

we will sit in awe while others dismiss such scenary of the nigh

lets stand under an umbrella in this terrible weather

we will laugh when the rain soaks our shoes of leather

grow old with me, they say the best is yet to come

we will love til we are gray, but with hearts who yearn to be forever young

our moon river will never run dry

it flows much wider than a mile it could not even try

so here comes the days then the months and the years

we will cherish every moment, love wholesome, shed tears

i will have done what i have always dreamt as long as you are near

and i will never stop whispering

"i love you so, i love you dear"



you are my moon

tonight i will rest my curtain away to the side

  i want to see a glimpse of the you lying beside me

im like a child, with you; there is no need to hide

my eyes rest easily below my brows, because with you i see the light

i need you while i put away my eyes

you see, you light up my sky

im like a child here in the night

say you will be my nightlight tonight; you never fail to share your light

i imagine you watch me as i sleep

& the night sky holds you like a mother would her baby

im like a child, with you; there is no need to weep

my eyes rest easily below my brows, because you are lying beside me

we will meet the cat who plays the fiddle

and sing hey diddle diddle

& we will catch the dish with the spoon

because you are my moon

this heart

  

i can love you until the end of time

i can love you until the end of rhyme

i can love you until the end of every road

i can love you as long as every stitch that has ever been sewn

oh, but i can love you longer

i can love you more than my arms can hold

i can love you more than any vendor has sold

i can love you as strong as a flame on a candle

i can love you as much as a bridge can handle

oh, but i can love you stronger

i can love you as sweet as sugar cane

i can love you as sweet as a first kiss in the rain

i can love you until your heart valves pucker

oh, but i can love you sweeter

i can love you more than a heart is destined to love

hide the moon and the stars while i build this day stronger

oh say the day isn't over just yet

what a shame i have neglected so much time to remember 

tie the sun to a cloud just a little while longer

hide the moon and the stars while i build this day stronger

i will chase the sun, i will bring it back

i will stand in front of the moon to block its path

i will do this day all over to its best

i will do it well

and then will i rest



i love you so, i love you dear

 my heart is too big for my chest, i can't deny

it beats for you sweet by- and -bys

it sits cradled with ease behind my barrier of bones

there is no fight to it's fit nor tone to it's song

again and again listen with your ears

its beating louder now can't you hear?

..it only does this when you are near..

i love you so, i love you dear

my free spirit and i

there, watch once more as the sun shares its radiant heat

but here i am, my feet are planted in this bucket of concrete

watch, as everyone learns what is real

but here i am, im suprisingly content with standing still

watch them grow into their new lives

watch them step into their age with pride

but here i am, im here in my own time

with my careful eye leaving nothing behind

here i am breathing in each moment

taking in each memory because i own it

they tell me to fly, fly away

i say, why not live each day by day?

 im willing when life desires
but until then i will soar until its time to fly higher

i refuse to let life pass me by

instead, we will stand here awaiting life patiently, my free spirit and i



is your heart heavy?

let me hold those heavy balloons for you
while you bat your tangled eyelashes at the moon
before you question which road to take
don't forget to leave your worries at the gate

knock the gloom from your shoes on the way in the door
let your care down let it fall toward the floor

lay your heavy heart on this pillow

rest your broken back against that window

my kaleidoscope daze

i always regain a sense of humbleness when i gaze up at the night sky

it seems to always remind me how great He is

and how small i am

even the moon is aware of its uncomparable size

im mesmerized

somewhat in a kaleidoscope daze

as i wonder through my eyes that even a telescope could not define

it is a breathtaking moment that can only be felt with true intent

its like that of a prayer that makes its way past the roof toward the heavens

making careful assurance that each star feels every stitch of gratitude

how many stars could there possibly be?
and this is only a small portion of which i can see

what a fool i am to overlook such beauty

while as i lay asleep dreaming, countless stars look over me

 we feel sadness when we lose who we are

yet we see beauty in each fallen star

& i believe if you have joy you will also have sorrow

that which makes you weak only makes you stronger

and i believe if you have joy you will also have sorrow

we often say that joy is greater than sorrow

but what is sorrow without joy?

they are inseparable

each born to synch with one another

the thorn that pricks you was created just the same as the magnificent rose it belongs to

and is not the same bee that stung you the source of such heavenly honey?

the tears you cry in pain, surely they are born from the same source being to comfort

so there it is plain as day

there is good in bad

and there is bad in good

may we thank the thorn who punctures our unwary skin

because that same thorn made our skin thicker

bless the bee who stings our pride

but also shares with us good health

be thankful for the tears that smite our joy

yet lay our hurt to rest

davanee

i have a poets heart and a writers pen in my hand, its second nature to me

i have always loved the name davanee

its a name i wish to name my little girl oneday

that is, if i have a little girl

this poem came rushing past my lips like that of fireballs

so of course i had to write it down

& its not finished yet but

..i hope you like..

davanee

who will you be?

does your heart grow vast as the endless sea?

will you make the world believe?

oh davanee, who will you be?

does your light shine bright as the countless stars?

do you make heaven seem not as far?

will you show the world who you are?

oh davanee, who will you be?

davanee

who will you be?

will you cure those blind of love to see?

and those who hunger for reason will you feed?

oh davanee, who will you be?

i hope you write

i hope you often look back on your life

i hope you became his wife

i hope you danced in the kitchen

i hope as he prayed you listened

i hope you are still just in love now

as you were back then

i hope he still carrys you through each day

i hope you still hold hands

i hope your love held on

i hope you made it last

i hope you cherished every moment

i hope you spent each day like it was your last

i hope when you look back on the years you often laugh

i hope you wrote each chapter down

i hope you write still even now

this old door

this old door stands tall yet humble

though its truth is weathered beneath layers of wonder
paints of browns, greens, blues and soon to be white

its change has marked its age just as a tree marks its life

proclaiming to the world that it has met its height

this old door has made a haven

though its knobs are loose and scratched  from wear through the years

don't you see each time it was turned it brought forth someone nearer?

sounding its welcome from the easy creak of a hinge

how many times must it have been turned and not once acknowledged ?

but it is only a door, yet only a door that should not be forgotten

this old door has had its days

 though it has worn its burdens
it still remains

because i love you

i'll take this amethyst pen, i'll write of you.

though sweet nothings are nothing without you too.

i'll scribble your name a thousand times.

i'll write you a love song that doesn't rhyme.

i'll hold your hand and call you manly.

i'll be your good day when its bad, i'll buy you candy.

i'll make you a sandwhich when your feeling blue.

and when your feeling tired, i'll even tie your shoe.

i'll laugh at your jokes when they aren't funny.

i'll smile when your grumpy and call you a dummie.

i'll dance silly with you in the kitchen if you like.

i'll grab your face and kiss you when we get in a fight.

i'll learn how to sew when you rip your pants.

i'll tell you that you can when you say "i can't".

i'll super glue my heart to yours, if you will too.

i'll do all of these its true, because i love you.

my silly little tid bit

the beatles are THE BEATLES. and if you have a love for their beautiful sound like me, then you have a love for john lennon as well. as you know, i love reading autobiographies, well i found a little book written by paul mccartney and yoko ono devoted to john lennon. and in this little book are quirky, funny collections of stories, poems and drawings by lennon. i found this particular story quite amusing.

john and yoko in paris

the fat growth on eric hearble

one fat morning eric hearble wake up with an abnorman fat growth a bombly on his head. 'oh crumb,' said eric hearble, who was a very, very suprised. anyway he carried on as norman for why should he worried? all of suddy he heard a small little voice calling him by name, 'eric... eric hearble' it seemed to say though i couldn't say for sure.

that night the very same voice spoke saying 'eric, i am a growth on your very head, help me, eric'.

soon eric became very attached to his fat growth friend.

'call me scab,' the voice said and he was.

'call me eric,' eric said naturly as he could. from then on you never saw eric without the big fat scab growth on his head. and that's why eric hearble lost his job teaching spastics to dance.

'were not having a cripple teaching our lads,' said headmaster.

stay this way.

lay me down
on your heart.

let me fall asleep
just like this.

hold me close.
kiss my hand.

just like that
be my man.

let me sleep here
just for a minute.

so I can remember

i wanna dream it.

take me back
to that night.

on that park bench
everytime.

i close my eyes
that’s where we are.

its my favorite memory
from a page in my heart.

say you will
stay this way.

just like this.
forever, everyday.

cross your heart.
and I will too.

stay this way
here with you...






i actually wrote this saturday night after garrett left my house .. we had been laying on the couch that night and i love just laying my head on his chest and drifting off to sleep while he scratches my back. so i wrote this poem about how i feel when im laying there with him.. he has no idea how much he is wrapped around my heart and how much i love those small moments… i know im a hopeless romantic..






this is an old journal entry from my computer that thankfully i didn't lose because its so special to me- wednesday, march 23, 2011