Hello, my friends!
I’ve been collecting some poems in a draft for a while now, and today I thought it’s about time to share them. 😉 I quite enjoy writing poems, and I’m so glad that you guys have enjoyed reading them so far! Hopefully that trend shall continue. 😛
Ahem, shall we begin?
moon hammock
the moon through
bare black branches
becomes a lacy hammock,
spun with delicate glowing threads,
and suspended from stars.
cradled inside,
the man in the moon
watches the people below
hurrying and worrying
about their day,
and smiles softly.
for he knows how big a problem is
in a universe
millions and millions of miles wide.
he looks at the stars and knows –
not big at all.
home
we’re back again,
back to our memory foam house
that remembers how we sat
and laid our heads
and walked the floors
and made the beds.
it welcomes us back again,
back into the old nooks and
comfortable crannies.
we slip back into
the familiar grooves,
take our old places
in hearts and homes,
and smile the smile of
back again.
we were trying to carve out
new places for ourselves,
new dips in new pillows,
new ruts in new roads,
new places in new hearts,
but carving is hard work,
you know.
so for now we snap
back into place
like a seven-piece puzzle,
and breathe a sigh of relief.
we’re home again.
wildflower
they called her
brown-eyed Susan.
she was a wildflower,
her beauty fresh and pure
as sun rays and raindrops, with
wind-blown hair
and dewdrop eyes,
poppy petal lips
and a bright daisy smile.
she lit up her meadow
and spread her heart wide.
but wildflowers stay
only for a season
and then they
…
f a d e a w a y.
first world problems
this page won’t load,
the internet is slow,
and my tv only covers half the wall.
they’re out of organic,
i ate too much,
and i had to make that crust from scratch.
my purse must weigh ten pounds in coins,
they only take cash,
but no one has change for a $100 bill.
i have nothing to do but sleep,
but there’s not enough time in the day,
and i need to get away from all this stress.
maybe i’ll go to africa.
roses
once i wandered through
an old abandoned house
whose bones had broken long ago.
and in the cellar,
hanging in the dark,
i found roses.
they were tied to the ancient rafters
with brittle, yellowed thread,
fragrant with the soft, crumbling scent
of nostalgia.
i touched a faded petal and wondered
how something so old and fragile
could still be beautiful.
and i wished
to grow older
with all the grace of
dying roses.
the voiceless
we are the voiceless;
hear our silent cry.
our eyes have never opened,
our ears have never heard,
our lips have never spoken,
but if we could, we would say…
why do the ones who gave us life,
bring us death?
what have we done
that we should die?
_
people say,
the color of your skin
doesn’t matter –
it is who you are inside.
but does your size matter?
if your heart is too small,
perhaps it does not matter
what it holds,
if it will never get a chance
to tell.
_
we are the voiceless;
hear our silent cry:
we are innocent.
you cannot prove us guilty,
but we still die –
helpless.
hopeless.
voiceless.
**********
*sniff* Why is it so satisfying to write sad poems? :’) What do you think – do you like writing sad or happy poems/stories best? Which do you like reading best? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these and I’d love to know which poem was your favorite!
Also, before you go, could I ask a favor of you? I have sooo many post ideas and not enough time (and data XD) to post them, so would you help me choose which ones to post first?
Thank you so much for your feedback, dear readers. ♥ Have a simply lovely day. 🙂
***Allison***
The light was gorgeous. ♥
The boys went crazy with the fourwheeler – spinning around doing burn outs and driving through puddles and over tiny trees and stuff. -_- Boys, boys… *shakes head* XD Ah well, it is pretty fun to drive.
The fun thing about moving to a new farm is that we now have hundreds of acres to explore for the first time, and I LOVE it. The sun was out and it was such a lovely day for winter and we got to wander down paths we’d never been too… ahh, it was great. 🙂 *happy sigh* Walks like these are some of my favorite things!
I have no idea what kind of tree produces these strange flower thingies. 
A sturdy fallen tree over a creek is basically irresistible to young boys (and girls). 
Heh heh, see here? Maggie doesn’t mind wading. Her expression… XD 
Oh, funny story. I often randomly spot hawks when we drive somewhere or go on walks. I don’t know why I see them so much more than the rest of my family, but I do, and it’s gotten to be a sort of joke. I’m always like, “HAWK” when I see one, and Megan groans. XD She gets annoyed because I say, “It’s really strange how I always see hawks,” almost every time I see one. Well that’s what she says, but I don’t say it every time… *shakes head* XD
Isn’t it cute? This is the second house on the farm, and the one we will use as a guest house (and possibly an Airbnb later!). We’re fixing it up first so we can stay there while we fix up the main house, which will need more big-picture repair, like the roof and ceilings.
The walls were marked up pretty badly and in definite need of a fresh coat of paint. Heh heh.
It looks so much better now! We painted it “Intense White” from Benjamin Moore, but the name is rather misleading because it’s more like a nice, light gray. My grandmother (in the picture below) is super good at painting and she comes up and helps us often. 🙂 I rather like this picture. ♥
Oh, and speaking of painting, we painted this popcorn ceiling (you can kind of see it in that picture) in an upstairs bedroom, and the next day, it was coming down. The popcorn texture was just peeling off the ceiling, so we had to scrape it all off and sand it down. AND THEN IT HAPPENED AGAIN in the living room. It was awful, especially the fact that plaster dust gets seriously everywhere. The house was coated in it after we were done, and we had to clean hard and long to get rid of it. Woohoo.
Moral of the story: NEVER PUT UP POPCORN CEILINGS.
We got creative and decided to decorate a jar and tin can with painter’s tape. XD
Isn’t this next picture so cute? I just find it amusing that my seven-year-old sister would do this in her free time. :’)
Strangely enough, there are ladybugs all over the house, especially in the corners of the walls. But hey, I’m not complaining – I’d much rather have ladybugs than flies or spiders or stinkbugs. *shrugs*
One evening when we were getting a bedroom ready to be painted, we found these strange round stickers on the wall. We all wondered what they were there for, because they were scattered all over the room and kind of blended in with the paint – they didn’t really seem to serve a purpose. But then one of the kids (I think it was me 😛 ) thought to turn off the lights and it was beautiful! The stickers were glow-in-the-dark, and it felt like standing in space because there were so many “stars” on the walls.
Since we (the kids) thought they were so neat, we peeled off all the stickers and put them on a basement wall in the main house. 🙂
Well, that’s about it for this part. I have several more pictures and adventures for later, so stay tuned! 😉
Oh well, there’s always next year!
Allison Marie 