Haiku #58

When will you learn that
your fears mean nothing and your
dreams mean everything

that is in fact me as a child

Haiku #57

I will have hope
that maybe we will defy
the ugly truths

Haiku #56

Her hands were knotted

and fragile like a bird's wing

yet they held my world

Haiku #55

Today is the first sunny day we've had here at Millikin for probably the past two months so this haiku was inspired by how I'm feeling today, hope your day is good too!


There is just something
about an endless blue sky
that fills me with hope

The Rain Goddess

So while I was home I performed with my dad at the monthly open mic night at the lovely Rito's Coffee (you should check it out).  My dad and I sang The World Spins Madly On by The Weepies and then I did another poem that I wrote for the event.  The poem is called the "The Rain Goddess".  To give the piece the full feeling go to this website: Rainy Mood and then read the poem, hope you enjoy!

The Rain Goddess

I am not religious,

I know not what will become of me on

Judgment Day

nor do I claim to know what comes

after.

but I worship the rain.

They say God,

is a big man

with a long white robe

and matching beard, well,

I believe the rain

is a woman

a large caramel skinned woman

with eyes the color of water

in a summer storm.

The gaps in Her teeth are filled with stars

and when She smiles

I swear, you can see the galaxy.

And She watches over us

from wherever dreams wait for night

wherever clouds come from

wherever balloons go

She watches us

as we sin

and fail

and sin

over and over and over again.

So much anger and hurt and hatred

that the Earth grows hot and  stale with it.

But She will not smite us

we need not repent.

She knows we are human

She knows that we hurt

we are children in Her eyes

and when we grow too hot

from our own mistakes and faults

She envelops us in the night

and hums to us in our sleep

gentle rumbles of forgiveness

and then Her tears begin to run.

I once heard the rain can wash away everything

if,

you let it.

And believe it.

I believe Her tears are the rain

come to save us.

I believe this like a child believes in

magic

Like a child believes in

Santa

Like a child believes

that nothing can hurt her

so long as there are arms

big enough to enfold her.

My grandmother told me

not to fear the storm

so I worshipped the rain

told me not to fear

the thunder and lighting

it was miles away
So I’d sit in her lap

and listen

and count the miles.

And I felt safe.

But their came a day

when I was too big for her lap

too big to be afraid

too big to believe nothing could hurt me

from inside another’s arms

So I learned to love the rain

and I created the Rain Goddess

and believed so hard

that maybe if I laid myself down

on the hot pavement

as the rain cools the ground

and fog forms like

steam rising from the

River Styx.

Maybe my faults too

would rise

and my sins

and my failures

would rise right through me

and I would born again

with a second chance.

I like to believe this

I like to believe this because

isn’t it nicer

to believe the rain is salvation

and not just precipitation

And I like to believe

that when I die

I will become the rain

I will come down and

forgive the hateful

fix the irreparably broken

and love the ones

who were thought to be unlovable.

The rain was never meant to hurt you!

My grandmother said to me

So remember this

my darling

my dear one

my heart

if you are ever afraid of the storm in the night

it is only me, humming to you

washing away the hate and hurt

So that you

may sleep

peacefully through the night.

Haiku #54

Forget everything

drop everything and come

kiss me on the mouth

Scratching Backs

So one of my friends from school informed me that she also writes a personal blog.  She shares hilarious stories and some not so hilarious and more personal stories along with funny quotes and thoughts.
It's called, Drunk Brunch at Tiffany's
here's the link: http://drunkbrunchtiff.tumblr.com
You should check it out, its a good time!

Haiku #53

I promise you this
we will never forget how
we were young and free

The Vomit Charge

These are the thoughts I feel I should share here, totally not poetry, but still...
So I was thinking, someday when I am not in college and not living with my parents I will most likely have roommates.  And these roommates will want to throw parties with people I don't know, which I am totally all for! 
BUT, with parties there comes alcohol and with alcohol come socially inept people who do not understand how to hold their liquor, and with that unfortunate deficiency comes vomit. 
Now no one likes to handle vomit, whether it is their own or someone else's, so I've come up with a house "vomit charge".
You will be informed upon entering our apartment or house that you are allowed to drink as much as you want (within safe reason of course) and you are even allowed to vomit because it happens to the best of us. 
BUT if the said vomit is not deposited in a toilet, garbage can or even sink is acceptable, you will be charged $20 depending on the severity of where you vomited.  You must agree to this upon entering house or no alcohol for you or reentry to the house.
And I will keep track of this by writing on you after you have passed out from vomiting "You owe us $20 vomit charge bitch, learn to hold your liquor" in sharpie.
Bottom line, I do not like vomit, I do not want to clean up your vomit.  But sometimes I will have to.  So you all I ask is for a fee.  End of story.

Haiku #52

It took me years but

I figured out there are some

things you just can't fix.

Haiku #51

I can't help but think
as I hold your face in hand
how will I let go?

The truth will not always set you free

I don't know if telling you the truth
will help
or hurt
or do anything at all
but I think its just
something I need to do

Haiku #50

I now understand
what it means to be pounded
on by hungry ghosts.

Haiku #49

her hands were the wings
and bellow us hung the stars
I simply held on

Haiku #48

Please, just let my hand
linger upon thy sweet face
before the night comes

Haiku #47

I will take the leap
and pray my wings will appear
will you still catch me?

I have yet to meet a tree I didn't want to climb

Haiku #46

Show me how it is

to fly with new wings unfurled

no fear of the fall

Haiku #45

I think about you
from dreams till day break; waiting
for what, I don't know

Haiku #44

Hold me still, even
when I beg you to let go
We need to be held

Haiku #43

Do not settle for
anything that does not give
you those butterflies

Haiku #42

You have a new smile
and a new story to learn
and a new hope grows.

My nephew...he's a keeper if their ever was one.

I Adore You

I went in search
for a cure
to the common
broken heart
hoping there would be some
quick fix
but realized that
there was nothing
but the words
from him
that would make any difference.

Haiku #41

When I lock eyes with
a pierced face and tattooed arms
I know I am sunk

Haiku #40

Your words feed my soul
I wonder what would happen
if my lips met yours

Your secrets are meant for sharing

You have your skeletons

and I have mine

each locked away

in our respective closets

buy oh

my dear

wouldn't it be kind of fun

to let them out

and see them dance

together.

Light Up

I am a roman candle
burning myself at both ends
don't care if it means a shorter life
at least I made
one hell of a ride.
I keep telling myself
when I die young
at least I'll die
without regret.

It's a balancing act

Like the feeling in your stomach

when you miss a step,

I realized I was forgetting you
and I immediately wanted to cry out
I'm sorry!
but I realized
that I didn't know if you could hear it
and I was filled with nothingness
a deafening emptiness.

I Could Be Your Moon

Do not fear your own darkness
I know it is vast
and I know how it weighs
but do not fear
it is only darkness
and it can be made beautiful
so easily
by the light of the stars

Haiku #39

But most days it is
enough to know that you are
alive and happy