2006-09-28

Unrequited love ripples the soul as a boat across water
Wishing does not make love
any less
I am chasing it who is like the horizon
It reflected and glittered like a sun beam against water
While the dawn broke silently
While my eyes were closed and my dreams open
Love was just a metaphor
For closed eyes and wandering minds
A bittersweet ailment I can’t breathe without
A misery when I turn away
It not enough to feel your hands on my back
Be fully alive and ready to die
A heart slips into your hands
And down in the abyss
I followed it trying to keep an eye
A moving target of my life
Two souls bound in perfect emotion
The secrets lost inside the whirlwind
I am not lost it is you that hides
I am the mild mannered moon
Casting generous light on the black dove
Catering to swallows
I want to feel the flowers blooming
When the wind is warm and the sun is high
Peace enough to hear a butterfly sigh
But your music plays in the tune of my existence
And right now is so loud I cannot take it in

This is the poem I chose to put on poetry thursday this week. It was written a while ago. The topic was synesthesia. I think most poems are synesthetic(? is that a word). Most writing is synesthetic. Especially for a reader. It's so easy to be reminded of something. Like today, It smells like autumn outside. Which almost smells like winter but seems more..electric? I love autumn. It reminds me of something and nothing all simultaneously. So really I am saying it gives me this really awesome feeling and makes me want to think things and do things but I never know what exactly it is. I was born when autumn is just climaxing. Which reminds me I am going trick or treating again this year. I can't stop. It's a need far bigger than anything else. I figure if I go out in a mask this year no one will even notice. I've met 13 year old kids bigger than I am. I think I just might round up a group of children to take with me.
Speaking of children, my friend has two. She was online last week and said she was bored. I told her if she was bored her children were probably ready to kill themselves. I suggested art. Kids love it. Especially if its messy. Not too mention, It really does help all of you in the long run.
I've never understood some parents for that reason. It's like they have children and after the novelty wears off they only give children somewhere to live and something to eat. What's the point in having children if you aren't going to play with them? I would want my children to play with me.
Parents brought there children to childreach at the sum of who knows what a week to have someone else play with their children. Alot of these parents were of single income homes but married or common law. Which left mom at home and also putting out money to have someone else play with her kids. Why? I know there are good outcomes to putting your children in a decent daycare before they begin school. Its aiding in the transition and makes for a more social and accepting child but out of laziness is just bogus. Especially if they come home to the materializing of all this sitting on the couch.
Then in years of adolescence we think we lose sight of our children when really we never actually seen who they were in the first place.
This is bullshit.
I'm not a mom.
What do I know?
I wish I knew.
What does it take to 'know' someone?
The people I thought I knew I never really knew at all.

Katrina at 10:01 PM

2006-09-28

Unrequited love ripples the soul as a boat across water
Wishing does not make love
any less
I am chasing it who is like the horizon
It reflected and glittered like a sun beam against water
While the dawn broke silently
While my eyes were closed and my dreams open
Love was just a metaphor
For closed eyes and wandering minds
A bittersweet ailment I can’t breathe without
A misery when I turn away
It not enough to feel your hands on my back
Be fully alive and ready to die
A heart slips into your hands
And down in the abyss
I followed it trying to keep an eye
A moving target of my life
Two souls bound in perfect emotion
The secrets lost inside the whirlwind
I am not lost it is you that hides
I am the mild mannered moon
Casting generous light on the black dove
Catering to swallows
I want to feel the flowers blooming
When the wind is warm and the sun is high
Peace enough to hear a butterfly sigh
But your music plays in the tune of my existence
And right now is so loud I cannot take it in

This is the poem I chose to put on poetry thursday this week. It was written a while ago. The topic was synesthesia. I think most poems are synesthetic(? is that a word). Most writing is synesthetic. Especially for a reader. It's so easy to be reminded of something. Like today, It smells like autumn outside. Which almost smells like winter but seems more..electric? I love autumn. It reminds me of something and nothing all simultaneously. So really I am saying it gives me this really awesome feeling and makes me want to think things and do things but I never know what exactly it is. I was born when autumn is just climaxing. Which reminds me I am going trick or treating again this year. I can't stop. It's a need far bigger than anything else. I figure if I go out in a mask this year no one will even notice. I've met 13 year old kids bigger than I am. I think I just might round up a group of children to take with me.
Speaking of children, my friend has two. She was online last week and said she was bored. I told her if she was bored her children were probably ready to kill themselves. I suggested art. Kids love it. Especially if its messy. Not too mention, It really does help all of you in the long run.
I've never understood some parents for that reason. It's like they have children and after the novelty wears off they only give children somewhere to live and something to eat. What's the point in having children if you aren't going to play with them? I would want my children to play with me.
Parents brought there children to childreach at the sum of who knows what a week to have someone else play with their children. Alot of these parents were of single income homes but married or common law. Which left mom at home and also putting out money to have someone else play with her kids. Why? I know there are good outcomes to putting your children in a decent daycare before they begin school. Its aiding in the transition and makes for a more social and accepting child but out of laziness is just bogus. Especially if they come home to the materializing of all this sitting on the couch.
Then in years of adolescence we think we lose sight of our children when really we never actually seen who they were in the first place.
This is bullshit.
I'm not a mom.
What do I know?
I wish I knew.
What does it take to 'know' someone?
The people I thought I knew I never really knew at all.

Katrina at 10:01 PM