Taking Weight |
*Before you read this, note it is not about an eating disorder, but about being depressed. However, I can understand if someone reads and relates to it in terms of anorexia or bulemia.*Taking We...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Fri, 16 May 2008 02:02:00 PST |
Something inspired by music in the wee hours of the morning |
The Puppet Lost Her StringsI hoped for you.I prayed for you.I waited every day for youTo come to me and take me in your arms.I yearned for you.I cried for you.I even died inside for youSo I could be r...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Sat, 22 Mar 2008 02:33:00 PST |
Reaching Heaven |
Plant me in a box and I will grow to reach the lid.There you may keep me alive with water and rays of sunshine,But I will not be able to continue to grow. Remove the lid, and plant me in a habitat ...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Sun, 23 Sep 2007 09:23:00 PST |
Mend |
Wake up, the day is calling you.Walk away from your wasteland.The world may leave you crawling, but there is beauty in the falling.If you break you can rearrange and mend.
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Tue, 14 Aug 2007 01:42:00 PST |
The Well of Sorrow |
Fall into the wellof your own personal hell.Drown in all the things you fear.Sink beneath all of your tears.You can try to climb the wallsbut, my dear, you'll always fall.The stones are too slippery w...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 11:31:00 PST |
Old Poems |
I have read words on pages that praise me.These words describe my beauty and the admirationthat men have given me.Men have bowed before me like a queenand placed poetry at my feet.I have not been a qu...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 10:26:00 PST |
Unlikely Adultry ( A short story I just wrote) |
Richard and Ida had been happily married for 3 years. They were an attractive couple. Richard was 5'7", had short dark hair, brown eyes, and a slight tan. Ida was about 5'5", had...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 03:45:00 PST |
All the pretty, and not so pretty, colors |
A plethora of personalitiesJumble up without organization To make the kaleidoscope that I am.You hold the kaleidoscope And position it in front of your right eyeTo look at all of the colors change.And...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 05:10:00 PST |
Honey |
Come here, lover with those sweet brown eyes,So I can pour some honey on my woundsJust like the Egyptians used to do.
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Mon, 03 Jul 2006 10:50:00 PST |
Bedtime Mirages |
I stare at the blackness of my eyelids each early morningHoping that sleep will come soon; it doesn't though.I lie in bed wrapped up in cotton sheets and thoughts.Realization strikes me that regularit...
Posted by Sierra Caprie's poetry on Mon, 12 Jun 2006 11:01:00 PST |
