I'm Sorry

I'm sorry doesn't seem like enough
I apologize sounds too insincere
But I need to tell you
That I really am sorry you're here

I know the party's almost over
I know every one's going home
But really
No one wants you here

*(#$^&@(@&*^()!*^&@)(*^!!!

OK I guess that smack was deserved
But I had to tell you sometime
Better late then never......
Right??

Stolen

I don't know how to feel

You're always on my mind.

They say its wrong to steal

And yet you crossed that line.

You stole my heart

without permission.

We never really got our start.

Do you even know what you've done

Now that you're here

You have no idea of the web you've spun

My heart stutters in fear

I don't know how to love you

I don't know if I can

Now my whole world is askew

It's not your fault

You never really knew

How everything comes to a halt

When you make your debut

Metaphor Poems

Love is a fossil
Its as old as time
It never goes away
but can crumble...

Its not uncommon to find
You may have to dig a little
Other times its in plain sight
You just might not notice

Its always been there
Dirty with dust,
You may lose it once in awhile
But it can always be found


Life is a heart
Beating Steadily
Doing its part
Waiting readily

For you to chose
Which way to go
If you win or lose
Or just go with the flow,

There will be complications
You'll make it
it just takes some patience,
Just don't quit.

I Fly

Out of the trees of your arms
I fly
Up from your eyes shadowed with fear
I fly
I’m a beautiful bird, spreading its wings,
Jumping and leaping taking what the wind brings.
Leaving behind nights of turmoil and pain
I fly
Into a sun that’s wondrously warm
I fly
Bringing with me the love that you gave,
I shall take it with me to the grave.
I fly
I fly
I fly

Diamante

Puppy
Funny, Happy
Running, Nipping, Jumping
That puppy grows up
Barking, defending, loving
Lucky, pretty
Dog

Curiuos (Sunday Scribble #238)

She looked in the mirror brushing her brown hair.Looking into her Jade green eyes and wondered if they were her mothers or her fathers. She tries very hard to remember them but the only thing she can recall is a warm feeling and a rough cologne. While she sits with her book and waits for Ernie to come she thinks of the two years that have passed. She was never treated badly but she was never loved either. She was always just a tool to get to... what is his name? They never say it around her anymore because it hurts her so. She remembers him the most. Days of playing in the yard, coloring joking. She sees his brown eyes, his wonderful smile. Does he even look for her anymore? Ernie and his men never say anything about him anymore. In fact it's been over a month since she heard them whispering about him in the other room. They say a lot of things they think she won't understand. She remembers one incident very clearly...

She leans against the wall with her ear to the spot where she can hear the best. "She says she can't remember anything." That was Ernie the only one who treated her like the age she was. She remembers, She's just hoping that you'll let her out of this house so she can get away." That was Josh he hasn't looked at her since the first week she was here. When he's not in the other room the others say he has a soft spot for her and by not seeing her he can remain impassive. " She may have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It can cause loss of memory's in some cases." That was the Doctor, she didn't know what his real name was. She only saw him when she got sick. She then retreated to her bed to think about what this might mean. Would she ever get her memory back, would she have to see a doctor to help? The question that bugged her the most was if she would ever get the chance, or if she was stuck here forever.

Letter (Sunday Scrible #225)

My Grandparents own a beach house in Washington State. Its right on the beach and is surrounded by forest. In one of the forests next to the house my grandfather, a wonderful very imaginative man, "discovered" an enchanted forest. It was chalk full of fairies, gold, mysterious animals, and a tree with a face on it. I was five when he first showed me the enchanted forest. I've grown up and now realize that he did it all himself . I still love to walk through it though. I'm also very proud to say that I was the inspiration for it. Now it amazes my little brother and sister. A few years after the Enchanted Forest was created my Grandfather bought a little mail box to put outside a playhouse they had made. When I first got to the house that summer I saw my name painted on it. The little flag was up and Papa said that meant there was mail in it. I went to see who it was from. There was a postcard (my Grandfather sells books so he gets a lot of postcards with advertisement of books on the front) from one of the animals in the forest. His name is Ricky Rat (Like Mickey Mouse) and he guards the pot of gold. I can't remember exactly what the letter said but I'm pretty sure he was welcoming me. Every morning I'd wake up and run to see if I got a new letter. There was always one there. Sometimes I'd even get two in a day. I loved it! Sometimes it would be from other animals in the forest but mostly it was Ricky. That went on for years until one year, when my little sister was old enough to understand, started getting them. I didn't and still don't mind. I occasionally get a letter from Ricky but the animals in the forest mostly focus on my sister now. I get sad because she's already starting to realize that Papa's doing it. I encourage her that it really is the animals. Last year there was a new animal in the forest. His name is Wilbur and he's a pig. Ricky Rat does not like him very much and now the letters are from either Wilbur or Ricky.