Sky Fire

I looked up at the sky
waiting for the moment
when the sky would fall
and fire would rain down.
I stood in the same spot
feeling the breeze sweep by
and I waited patiently as
my heart pounded excitedly.
I waited to be a part of history
for a special moment of life
to become a spot of memory
and watch beauty appear.
I stared with a silly smile
as I grabbed your arm
and I pointed to the sky
to the stars above.
I laughed out loud
jumped for joy
and laid down on the grass
staring intently at falling fire.
I fell in love with the sky
that night in the country
just out of reach of the yard light
while watching the beauty of the universe.

Update

I haven't posted anything for quite sometime now, but I haven't forgotten! I have somethings I could post but I'm tweaking them and I am working on a short story-type thing. It is kind of like a journal but not really. I am writing about love and the types of love seen everyday in the world. Hopefully I can finish it soon. Let me know if you like it or not when I put it up! Happy Spring!

Meh R's Dos

Be my heart’s keeper, my rain maker, my umbrella holder, my sunshine commander, my goodnight kisser, my I-need-to-lean-on-you shoulder, my lover, my breath taker, my tear wiper, caregiver, my one-and-only dream maker, nightmare catcher, my butterfly creator, my side tickler, laughter buyer, my true inspirer.



I clearly had rhyme schemes on my mind all day yesterday. haha.

Meh R's

Just a funny poem that I made up sitting here...

I’m a coffee drinker
Cigarette smoker
I swear like a sailor
Risk taker
I’m a partier
I’m a dancer
Laugh maker
Smile creator
I’m a non-believer
Orgasm faker
HAHAHAHAHA
Had to throw that one in there
Joke maker
Big scene taker
Legalize it supporter
Sad movie sucker
Not a Spanish speaker
I’m a picture taker
Not so much a baker
I heart tators
Auto-correct hater
Spell-check lover
Not a studier
Or a Shakespeare taker
I’m an English major
Not a follower
Own path builder
Clarinet player
Shower singer
Lover not a hater
Fountain wisher
A communicator
Ok mediator
LGBT Rights supporter
Dislike the mumbler
All-day sleeper
Playground swinger
The world my inspirer
Pretty good kisser
Hug giver
I’m a cuddler
Journal keeper
Poetic seeker
That’s enough of me in here.

What is a great writer?

There are many responses to this question. If I ask my professors, they will list off the classics: Shakespeare, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, etc. Yes, these men are great. I love reading their stuff, except Shakespeare. I think he is a genius, but honestly, just say what you mean! (haha) But I'm not asking "who is a great writer" I am asking "what is a great writer." To this, I don't know what they would say. My friends say that a great writer is someone who can write with feeling, can take something bland and make it beautiful. I agree, this would constitute a pretty good writer. However, i think that a great writer can write something without feelings too. I write about things that I do not experience, most likely will not experience. But I try to put myself in that person's shoes, in that moment, and I write what I would think I would feel. Usually, when I write, I cannot write when I am emotional. I have to wait awhile. To me, a great writer is someone that can make you think that they are feeling everything that they write on paper, when in reality, they may not have felt or experienced this at all. I believe a great writer can write about anything. They can look at a pencil and write 50 lines about its "beauty." They can hear a conversation and take just a few lines and turn it into a story. To me, these are great writers. My friends don't necessarily agree. I guess the question still stands: What is a great writer?

My Friend is in Iraq

Currently, I have one friend in Iraq, another in Nigeria, one in Germany, and another getting ready to leave for training in Georgia. I got two letters from my friend Chris in Iraq, a response to my last letter and a Valentine's Day card. Staring at these two items on my desk, I thought about those out there that have had to lose someone close due to war. My ex is getting ready for training in Georgia and I am so nervous that he will be sent out right away. I'm not happy about him joining. I'm not very happy with the war in general.

I.
A note.
No.
A telegram.
My fear.
A single shed tear.
Love lost.
Memory left.
War.
My heart.
Broken.
You.
No.
A flag.
Triangle.
Stars and Stripes.
Guns shooting.
For memory.
For honor.
Pain.
Too deep.
Torn.
Numb.
Soldier.
Brother.
Father.
Husband.
Mine.
Good bye.

II.
What did he do?
What did he do?
He moves on.
He moves on.
What he did do
moves on.

Shot through the heart.
Shot through the heart.
Telegram at the door.
Telegram at the door.
The telegram shot through the door
At the heart.

Soldiers and funerals full of tears.
Soldiers and funerals full of tears.
Fallen flags are folded.
Fallen flags are folded.
Folded flags are fallen tears
And funerals full of soldiers.

Mother and Father weeps.
Mother and Father weeps.
The Medals for honor held in hand.
The Medals for honor held in hand.
In hand and honor weeps
Medals for the Mother and Father.

What Father did do, Mother weeps for
In hand and honor are
Of the fallen soldiers
Shot through the heart
The telegram full of tears
At the door he moves on
Funerals, medals, and folded flags.

III.
Fill an envelope with your words
And just a few grains of sand or dirt.
Let me know that you’re ok
That you can feel my love far away.
I wait for your letter to arrive
Days and days go by.
Someone at the door
Is it me they implore?
The floor falls away
Becoming free fall.
Men in suit
Letter in hand.
Sorry Ma’am
Walk away.
Children come running
See the yellow paper.
Tears fall down little faces
Within their hearts empty spaces.
Lay in bed
Sleep and dream.
Birthdays and anniversaries
First times and baby kisses.
Shake with every shot
Men and guns in suits.
Watch as two little hands
Drop the dirt.
Not understanding
That Daddy won’t come back again.

Worldy Order

Sister Sun and Mother Moon
Brother Earth and Father Time
All four sat in their respective positions
Watching as intruders destroyed
What they had created.
Sister Sun shined down on Brother Earth
Telling him of what she saw
And as Brother Earth shed his tears
Upon the dark, black dirt
Attempting to clean what had been made dirty
He became angry and wiped away the buildings
The cars, the power lines, the houses, even some intruders.
And Sister Sun shined brighter
Burning those that took advantage of her light
And those that took advantage of her brother.
Mother Moon came out and sadly draped her son in dark
As Sister Sun went to sleep
Mother Moon put the creatures to rest
Calming Brother Earth.
And Father Time and Mother Moon
Conversed of the past when all was right
Between Brother Earth and Sister Sun.
Mother Moon tipped her face to Brother Earth
As Father Time sadly, reluctantly moved on
Waking those that made Family Life miserable.
And Brother Earth was mad again
As he was mad everyday
And Sister Sun shined on
Brighter and brighter
As Mother Moon rested
And Father Time kept moving.