From first loves:
Chaplin in the Sun
Sometimes she wore remember like a banner in her hair;
dressed up like November sitting in a porcelain chair.
Musing over faded endings before they ever had begun;
She was Mary Riley. He was Chaplin in the sun.
Together they were "silence"; He wore "what if", she wore "If ever"
And apart they were "we didn't" and alone soon spoke of "never"
And now she see's remember like a clock upon the wall;
in a starry night november; when the leaves begin to fall
And she's closer to "when I was young, there was a lovely boy"
when she was the child in the box and he the broken toy
And now she feels remember past that adolescent pain
and it all seems made of nothing lost in adolescent rain
and she weaves a bed of memories the way a spiders web is spun
of when she was Mary Riley and he was Chaplin in the sun.
To true love:
Between oceans I've found my place so blue;
yet beyond my shapeless flight to light
could all the fires stone unturn
nor death; a ruddy slave to light.
In memory we've lasted a fortnight more,
loving fast but dying not
and winters hand; three years on high,
revealed my passion still burned hot.
No knight could twist the strings of hearts,
nor bend weakly the steel of love,
and beneath the stars of Orions hearth;
did Fate release her pure white doves.
So on bended knee a pledge of want
made these tears; a pattern on my chest,
and could only once hear the words
that could only be answered with a yes.
And plans now wait, in sin and lights;
the king will see the deed is done,
and in fathomless dreams, my heart will beat
securly knowing, you're the one.
This is who I am.
I am a writer, poet, photographer, and artist. I am in love and engaged to be married, and I am happy. I'm frustrating, aloof, unstable, and strange, yet I am a good friend, unique, grounded, and easy to get along with. I care about people, and animals. I have strong opinions, but am open minded. I am easy to remember and easy to forget and most of all, I am at peace with myself in my world, no matter what peoples opinions of me are.
That is who I am. Who are you?
(All poems by me.)
