I made a short video of my poem “Answers” I hope you enjoy.
She
She is not lost
She just hasn’t found her destination
Locked in a cage
But freed by her imagination
Faint
A scent that takes me back
Images that fade to black
Things I almost remember
Candles burning red
Ideas in my head
That make me wonder
Was it a dream I had
Or a book I read
Or childhood memories of December
I miss it all so much
My grandmother’s touch
Then I forget everything and I feel… better
Smile
She wears a mask
Unashamed
Not because she’s ugly
Not because she’s afraid
Behind the mask she can safely hide
She knows they don’t care to know the colors inside
Truths can’t be untold
Here she lays with a different mask to hold
No More Apples
Surrounded by thousands
Still feels alone
This city just does not feel like home
This body is not my own
Soul wanting to burst out of a body
This is not where it belongs
Adam ate the apple
While I suffer his mistakes
A Dream I Didn’t Have
He tried to explain to me
That my soul has forgotten how it used to be
Before it was imprisoned by this jailer, this body
As the bright light shined down on me
I was blinded and no longer can see
That this… what I love so much is just a prison keeping me from my destiny
Freewill
I often forget that I have a choice
I let the radio choose what I listen to
And let the TV feed my brain
I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.
#Human
Modern Problems
There sits a child talking to a tree
About the long day and how things turned out to be
…And as I talked to her-the tree
She humbly smiled and replied to me:
-“This green was of concrete, paved so harshly to stop my growth.
Little I was, hungry for the sun at birth.”
She leaned down as she whispered to me.
Then I thought about my broken nail, my missing shoe, the lost signal, the text I couldn’t send you
Things that ruined my day
They were not concrete in my way!
So I dust off my skirt, with one shoe on
I go back inside my comfortable home
Thankful for how things turned out to be
See sometimes when you’re upset, all you need is a talking tree!
Thanking You
I’m shocked to find such treasures
On a bright screen
In a dark room
I satisfy my pleasures
Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote
With a short comment, a short note.
Thank you.
Where is Home?
Wars forced us to leave many houses behind
So home was a suit case, then a hotel, then peace of mind
I wander to meet trees that don’t know my name
I try to start a conversation, but people think I’m insane
My roots were dislocated and sometimes I feel suffocated
Then I remember,
Home was never far behind
Home is a place here in my mind
Stranger Paths 