Dream #1

Someone had made a complaint about me at work. A girl had thought I had been rude to her handicapped sister when really I had only given her an answer that she didn't like. So my boss was mad at me and I had to confront the girl. Things never did get resolved because next thing I know I have to go be in a play that takes place in a pool. Only problem is that the rest of the cast are currently in the middle of another play, so I get to just hang out in the dressing room. It was the play Annie & ironically I couldn't remember a single line. Then all of a sudden I'm swimming down a river as a fugitive. There's one girl in front of me and Levi's holding up the rear. As we're swimming, we see a crocodile ahead and decide we can float lifelessly by it without it attacking us. But....one of us moves wrong and it starts chasing us. So we run down this river, jump out and run a little ways into another body of water. We swim across, jump out and turn a corner to jump into a canal. Whew! We lost him only now we're swimming through some big company's private property and one security guard is chasing us. I climb up on a ledge & he follows me, allowing the girl to get away. Levi, however, stays nearby. The guard and I play pickle. He knows if he climbs all the way onto the ledge I'll jump back into the canal. If I jumped then he would have to climb back down which will take longer and I'll get away. I finally jump and he pursues. We get climb out of the canal and start running through a field but it's becoming apparent that we can't out run him. So what's our next option? To play dead or injured. An ambulance is called and as they are about to pick me up the alarm goes off.

Curls

I once knew a little girl,
her hair had a little curl,
a bit more than a little we'll say.
It curled from Sunday all the way to Saturday.

Her mom would help her brush it out
and that would make her scream and shout!
"Kaija, Kaija keep it down in there!"
her dad would shout from his lounging chair.

So little Kaija would zip her lips,
stomp her feet, and shake her hips,
cause her curls would really hurt her head
so much so, she'd wish she were dead.

But after about ten minutes or so
her mom would finally let her hair go,
and Kaija's head wouldn't feel so sore
cause she just couldn't feel it anymore.

Nervous

i don't know why i am afraid to go
i'm not sure why i'm afraid to be alone
why is it, this gathering i dread
to get together & mourn the dead?
why are emotions so uncomfortable?
why do they make us anxious, unstable?
is this what it is to be real
to fear, to dread, & just to feel?
motions so overwhelming
trials so exasperating
you'll never feel prepared
i'll always feel scared
to face these things head on
this life we dwell upon.

Hot and Stuffy

I wrote this one night when I felt the need to be creative....

It's hot and stuffy like a dog house. The cluttered shelves and bursting closet overwhelm any sense of peace. While calming Fine Frenzy plays there is not rest here. Bright red accents contend with the super blue walls, competing for brightest attention and making my eyes jump. The heat is unnecessary discomfort. If I could just pull myself away to crack open the window. Maybe switch off a few lights. There, that's 89% better. Cooler, fresher air breaks up the stuffiness. My eyes relax with the dimness and a lone cricket sings along with A Fine Frenzy. The closet and shelves still scream and crowd but are muffled by thoughts of sleep and other days to work on them. A sweet breeze brushes my cheek. I can chill now. I've accomplished my creative goal today regardless of the distracting environment. So goodnight clothes-covered floor. Sweet dreams busy desk. Be still dear, chaotic room, you can't keep me up now.

Grendma

This post is a little more personal. My grendma is dying and I had to say goodbye to her before I moved. It was the hardest goodbye I've faced in this life. I love my grendma and will miss her tremendously!

It's a different smell now. From steamed peas and carrots, board games, dress up clothes and paper dolls to illness, bandages, bodies in beds for days. It's a different smell but I almost love it more. It's a sympathetic more. Her faces is paler and her eyes more sunken. She's just a skeleton with skin on. When she sleeps her mouth drops open and if she didn't make an occassional snore, I would think she was dead. While this body of her's is slightly unfamiliar her soul within is unwaivering and I love her more. She's holding on but tries to hide it by saying thins like, "don't ever wish to be old." She's tougher than she let's on and she's always been that way. I think she's afraid of missing this life of her's; afraid she'll miss out on another great grandchild's birth or a huge family event. But she won't really miss out on those things. She'll always be there and I will always love her more. So go on Grendma, just let go. You won't be left behind. We'll never forget you and we'll always, always love you.

The Fight

There was a little girl
and there was a little boy.
Each was holding
their own favorite toy.

The little girl looked
at the the little boy.
Then she looked
at his own little toy.

Then something new happened.
Her eyes began to glow
as this new found jealousy
inside her did grow.

One look from him and
Towards him she ran
she grabbed at the toy
and the yelling began.

"MINE, MINE, MINE."
"NO IT'S NOT, NO IT'S NOT'
Then mom jumped in,
"THAT'S ENOUGH! STOP!"

Now all three were yelling
and tears started to fall
so dad came tearing
all the way down the hall.

"I've had enough of this fighting,"
Big daddy said,
"Now, put on your jammies
and get into bed."

He added,"Big momma,
that goes for you too."
"But honey," she said,
"it's just barely two."

And sure enough,
the sun went on shining,
as all three fighters
were sent to bed whining.