Thursday, December 9, 2010

in the white room? haha

i dont know whats with all this poetry  lately. anyways, just walked my dogs and was feeling inspired....
a fond memory
in my mind it grows
i savor every time that it snows
the brightness outside
& how the ground glows
where ever does the darkness go?




Tuesday, December 7, 2010

I Cant Believe Its Not Butter[fly]


a butterfly
with wings that inspire me
you color my world
unique and serene
you flutter through my mind
dancing with my thoughts
you are one of a kind

my colored pencil attempt

Monday, December 6, 2010

my extraterrestrial thoughts


like an alien

i walk a new planet
i seek new relationships
i breath new air

i dream different dreams
i see through different eyes
i explore different grounds







and if i ever feel lost
i will always have the stars above

Sunday, November 28, 2010

where goes the sun

where goes the sun
on such a winters day
where goes the sun
when i still want to play
where goes the sun
so warm and bold
where goes the sun
leaving me dark and cold

here comes the moon
the stars
the night
speckles in the sky
what a delight
off to bed, i dream with the sun
leaving the night to have all the fun

Thursday, November 25, 2010

peaches&cream

life.
is like a peach tree

some branches are heavy
bursting with peaches
they hang low
low enough to grab a peach
with little effort
we taste perfection

when the peaches are eaten
we crave more

and so there are the other peaches
high up
we gaze at them with squinted eyes
in the sun, they gleam
so plump and juicy
they seem unattainable
we leap and we grab with no luck

but with more effort
more time
more thought
we somehow reach them
we shake the top branch
and shower in the gems falling from above
holding each one with meaning
then devouring in joy
we taste the sweetness of success

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

youthful skies


perched upon a sandy gravel roadside
who swivels a truck atop a castle of sand
with shoulders welcoming the sun
the day young as the soul

-BR

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

my new boyfriend

"The finest qualities of our nature, like the bloom on fruits, can be preserved only by the most delicate handling. Yet we do not treat ourselves nor one another thus tenderly." -Henry David Thoreau <3

AMEN