Lucky And Me

I actually have something to say

The Runaway May 12, 2011

Filed under: Doses of caffeine,Poetry — luckyandme @ 11:13 pm

She stole the world by stealth,

but ran away from herself.

Trying to find a way home,

she truly is alone.

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My lesson on: Reflections, Musings, Interpretations December 20, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — luckyandme @ 2:54 am

I always found it mindboggling…

how reflections never show what you really look like, but show the reverse image…

so I always wondered…

who am I and what exactly do I look like?

Even when I muse about it…

did you know, musings, are reflections?

Is anything in this world ever real?

But do we look reality in the eye, or just brush its skin?

My friend,

it depends on your interpretation.

So believe what you want to believe.

Believe it’s real,

because it’s the closest thing you have to it being…real?

 

My lesson on: Dreaming, Visions, and Reveries December 6, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — luckyandme @ 2:57 am

What I’ve learned,

after what I’ve been through,

is that dreaming,

is a fantasy, a paradise, a nightmare, or an empty void,

is that visions,

do not show your future, but hold painful flashbacks of the past,

is that reveries,

are empty dreams and musings without meaning.

But,

there is always a will, to make a way,

and

dreams,

create the pavement for your road,

visions,

help you keep going and to not look back,

and that to make

reveries

real,

you must keep chasing those pavements, and never look back.

So what I’m saying is, MAKE YOUR DREAMS REAL, DON’T SIT AROUND HOPING IT WILL COME TRUE

Happy Holidays,

Lucky

 

Hub of a Pot November 11, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — luckyandme @ 5:55 pm

I feel like

the hub of a pot.

Hollow inside

Elegant outside.

I see the world only through a small opening.

Colors, in black and white.

Are they worthy enough to be a color?

My life,

in black-and-white

 

Rain…

Filed under: Poetry — luckyandme @ 5:53 pm

I breathe out

A sigh of relief

Today, the first sparkles of rain

plops down

On my head

On my arm

On the sidewalk.

I smile.

The Sun is still out.

It’s nice to see,

Zeus yielding to Apollo

———– ———— ————

Rain…

Burns my skin

Purifies my soul

spills with my tears

Takes me out dancing

gets my mouth to open up and sing

Pulls my head back laughing.

*                       *                        *

Rain….

are the splatters of paint on the blank canvas of the world

is my elegant consort

is a timer

It’s time to go inside

Is it?

Rain….

is my dance

my song

my friend.

————— ——————– ————-

At last, Zeus clears the way

for Apollo.

I smile.

 

Haikus: The Five Senses November 10, 2010

Filed under: Poetry — luckyandme @ 2:12 am

Sound

Water bubbles up

Beaks around us chirp soundly

Trees sway to their song.

Do not fret because

Without this music, we would

drown, in loneliness.

 

Textures

Cold water burns my

skin. As mud seeps through my toes,

I feel, full of peace.

 

Smells:

The whiff of winter

Cinnamon and Lavendar

Christmas approaches

 

Tastes

The sourness stings

like a bee. Yet it dances

on my tongue. Lemon.

 

Sight

Moon howls at the sky

Stars glitter, sprinkling me

Sky is black; sleeping.

 

 

When the Rain falls down August 1, 2010

Filed under: Poetry,Uncategorized — luckyandme @ 7:42 pm

When the rain falls down,

I will be the one

Laughing

Singing

Dancing

They will point and stare

And wonder, “Who is that girl?”

When the sky falls down,

I will be the one.

Standing

Holding it up

They will point and stare

And wonder, “Who is that girl?”

When the pigs fly,

I will be the one

Flying with them

They will point and stare

You will point and stare

And say, “I know that girl”

 

 
16til26*

*Izzy Angus, 18