September 27th – Get a Life

Get a Life

So maybe your dream is a little out of reach
So maybe you’re waiting for love to knock
So maybe you’re thinking you’ll get it tomorrow
So maybe it takes some more courage
So maybe it seems frightfully costly
So maybe it needs some work

No one ever said you couldn’t stretch
No one ever said love would come to you
No one ever said tomorrow is better
No one ever said you could be a coward
No one ever said it was priceless
No one ever said you could float through

So maybe life is hard
No one ever said it’d be easy

September 24th – I Believe in Magic

I Believe in Magic

I believe in the sensation
Of pens gliding across paper
I believe in the power
Of the erasers on pencils
I believe that ideas
Are never completely out of reach
I believe that my inner editor
Is useful … sometimes
I believe there are always stories
Waiting to be told
I believe there are always characters
Wanting to be heard
I believe in the millions of journeys
You can take from your chair
I believe that you can become
Your characters
I believe that writing
Is magic

August 15th – The Finish Line

The Finish Line

It’s that moment
When you’re convinced
It can’t rain harder
Your feet can’t ache less
Your head can’t pounder harder
Your heart can’t fracture anymore
The bottom just gets lower
Going on is much too painful
Even though you’re so numb
No thoughts enter your mind
But ‘Keep going’
Though you’re not sure
Why you do
So you let your hood down
And let the rain drench you
Pretending your tears
Are just droplets
Just as the finish line
Comes into sight

August 13th – Wanderer

Wanderer

Wanderer
Do you ever get lonely?
Do you ever feel like giving up?
When your feet ache
Can you stop?
Or do you trudge onward
Into blackness?

Have you family?
Have you friends?
Have you any shoulder to cry on?
If you get lost
Can you call someone?
Do you ever get lost at all?

I beg you
Find my doorstep
I’d sleep on the floor
If you came
For, Wanderer,
I was once you
And I cannot sleep
Until you find your peace

August 5th – Tomorrow

And what is so special about tomorrow, you ask? I LEAVE. Yeah, well … I’m going away again! It’s the same story as last time, only I’ll be in EUROPE instead of California. I’ve been waiting a really, really long time to go on this trip and I can’t wait! I’ll have plenty of poems when I come back, but I won’t be posting on the blog for about two weeks or so. Y’all are great to put up with me, and I promise I’ll try to get to YOUR blogs when I get back!

Tomorrow

I’ve packed my suitcase
Full to bursting
I’ve got my itinerary set
I’ve been waiting for this trip
For many a year
And it finally begins
Tomorrow

But why aren’t I excited?
Why aren’t I scared?
Did my appetite for life just disappear?
Is it not as great as I thought?
Is it not something I want?
Well I guess I find out
Tomorrow

To tell you the truth
I think I’m just nervous
Because wait till it starts
I won’t want it to end
But right now it’s too far–
OHMYGOODNESS I’M LEAVING
TOMORROW

August 3rd – Prince Charming

And another…

Prince Charming

I’m looking for my Prince Charming
It seems we’ve missed each other
I’d thought I was supposed to meet him
Long before now

No, then?
You haven’t seen him?
You’re sure?
Well, thanks for your time.

Have you–
No!
I don’t want yours!
So sorry to bother you.

How about you?
Yes, you
Why won’t you answer me?
Fine, I’ll leave you alone.

Don’t worry
I won’t ask you too
I’m finally understanding
None of you know where he’s hiding
None of you can

I’m looking for my Prince Charming
And I have to find him myself

July 4th – Slow Down

Happy July 4th everyone for all who are celebrating that! I apologize for not being able to reply to every single comment I’ve received in recent days–there’s been so many and I’m very slow catching up! Today’s poem was sort of inspired by another hike I did, but it’s not about the hike itself per se.

Slow Down

I still haven’t got the courage
To ask you why
You charge up the hills
Without ever a pause
It seems to be that we should slow
And admire the view as we pass
For it won’t be the same again
And we worked so hard to get here
But you are determined
To only admire as we charge past
With maybe a second to glance

I’ll stay in the back now
And not worry about speed or time
Because while you may get there first
I’ll have a true experience
For I know that nothing’s quite as special
Once you reach the end

July 2nd – The Hike

So, yesterday, two great things happened. One: MY BLOG HIT 1,000 HITS!!! Thanks SO much guys–you are all amazing! Two: I went on a fun hike with some friends. Of course, the thing was that it was very muddy and not very fun at times but … well, I’ll just let you read the poem to see what I thought about it!

The Hike

As I’m trudging up the mountainside
I stop and take a breath
Grimacing at my white sneakers
Now caked in black mud
Which, as I look up the path,
Appears all this trail will ever be
Besides a near vertical climb
My group is pushing on without me
Still optimistic and believing
This mountain has a top

It’s hot
I’m thirsty
My water bottle’s empty
My legs are scratched
My shoes are dirty
And my only option
Is to keep trudging through the muck
So I climb and I sigh
And I sigh and I climb
Until, at last, the top is in sight
And I bound up the peak
With a burst of energy
And gasp

There’s not a cloud in the sky
And the sun is shining bright
So one can see for miles and miles
As I sit on the warm rock
And rest my feet
I no longer question
If the hike was worth it

June 29th – I Am An Adventurer

This poem started out as a sort of joke, because coming back from my trip I did cross the entire US and go through two countries. It actually got into my emotions, though, and I’m sure anyone who’s been on a long trip knows what I mean.

I Am An Adventurer

For I am an adventurer
She who crosses a continent
Battling the currents
By the harsh light of the sun
And braving the altitude
Though I am afraid of heights

For I am an adventurer
She who goes through
Four time zones
Travelling through the
Very fabric of time
And surviving

For I am an adventurer
She who traverses two countries
And knows all the languages
With no fear of killer roads
Or foreign people
Though I am alone

For I am an adventurer
She who drives through the night
Fighting drowsiness
To pull into a known driveway and
Throw open the door to shout
“Home!”

June 28th – The Last Day

June 28th was the last full day of my trip in California, so obviously I was feeling a little sad. Also, hence the name of the poem. All the same, I tried to end it on a positive note because–of course–my trip was extremely positive!

The Last Day

It’s the last day
I don’t understand
Where the time went
Or when the trip changed
From just beginning to nearly over
And we went from awkward
To comfortable

It’s the last day
Tomorrow I’ll be on an airplane
For endless hours
Each moment taking me
Away from you
And back to the monotony
Of home

It’s the last day
Now, instead of hopes and wishes,
I have memories filled
With laughter
And a camera card
Full of smiles
To share