Thank You Sparky Flames!

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The crowd stopped roaring, all silent and still
Our season has ended, I thought it’s not real
Hard to believe, sad but true
All of these moments I’m presenting to you.
With sweaty t-shirts and achy bones
We marched forward to take our thrones
We fought hard and fast we skated
Last game on our hands, score overrated
Carving the ice with every foot race
Not giving up, keeping up with the pace
In the last moments, eyes on the clock
Just 50 seconds to never look back
Alyssa flew past all the enemy lines
Juking and swerving like she do it for #Vines
Beauty was witnessed, a goal was scored
Miracles happen as the crowd roared,
These are the times we can never replace
It’s like winning gold in the Olympic race!
In dog-pile embrace with excitement we fell
The rest of story is yet to tell.
With glossy eyes, the clock ran to a stop
We looked at ourselves, but could not go back
Last game of our lives seemed so crazy as spoken
We laughed at the irony of my stick being broken,
But it was a blessing to play with you ladies
Wise little beauties, fun and such crazies
You guys have taught me so much through these years
Drugs are bad, frozen ice is water, i’m Russia Fierce.
As a senior I would just like to say
Live simply and more words to pass on your way;
I hope you find beauty in all that you do
I hope you see things that are bigger than you
I hope that you travel to many new places
Always looking up and meeting new faces
I hope you remember the moments we shared
The times we were laughing and times we were scared
I hope that you never let fear hold you back
If you know who you are then get on track
Youth is short so make it the best
Because honey, the truth is, these moments don’t last
So I give up my pen, please write your own story
From Russia with love, just Go For Glory!

Feb. 23, 2015
1:21 am

Where Adventure Hides

In the moments of absolute happiness
In the curious smiles of children
In the broken paths of the woods
In the steps of our feet
In the questions to our answers
In the abandoned crevices of old buildingstumblr_mldask92JP1rjv16co1_500
In the rusty cathedral bell towers
In the endless fields of scattered flowers
In the dark corners of our basements
In the print filled pages of our libraries
In the smell of pine needles and cookies during Christmas
In the freedom of music and dance
In the laughter of those who have known pain
In the scent of white birch forests touched by morning dew
In the first twenty seconds of courage
In the forgotten silence of the wind
In the graffiti painted walls by the train stations
In the sounds of flipping pages through the isles of a bookstore
In the multi-cultural inhabitants of the loud cities
In the poverty-stricken cottages of a lonely world
In the eyes of forsaken children without mothers
In the noises of the occupied playgrounds
In the piles of multicolored leaves in October
In behind the fences that we climbed
In the puddles of last evenings rain
In the golden glow of the moons face
In the bitter cold air after a laden snowfall
In the rush of sledding down a huge hill
In the fragrance of fresh watermelon on a summer’s day
In the words and paintings of long dead artists
In the photographs of dusty, old scrapbooks
On the streets where we grew up.

Do you remember…
Do you remember…
That?

February 10, 2013
6:08pm
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Free Spirited

We climbed on playgrounds Childhood
Different worlds
Childhood stories
Clashing swords
We ran for meters
Discovering new places
Of abandoned crevices
The quiet little places
We swam 
Into the quiet sea
Wrapped by its touch
We felt so free
Drifted our thoughts 
Into most glorious stories
The good old tales
Of this land’s glories
Sometimes a tear or two
Was shed
Sometimes we dreamt
Awake in bed
Of all that’s been
Of what’s to come
Holding onto moments
While trying to be someone
A day of inspiration
And maybe pain too
So that we may learn
What we as children knew.

Jan 21, 2014
2:57 am

Someone I Loved the Most

You are no longer here
Left with an empty hand,
It’s your voice I long to hear
I’ve lost more than just a friend

Timing never caught us worse;
For five years you let me stay
You headed for a different course
Now our paths are far away

Snowy days of our Decembers
Spent in places even colder:
The ones I thought you may remember,
Before we grew a moment older

And may it all be gone
I do not doubt the cost
You were once someone,
Someone I loved the most.

April 25, 2011
1:46pm

The Author to Her Book

Please whisper,
Whisper in my ear
Because it’s your words
That I long to hear
Please tell me,
Tell me we all have a voice
Because we were lost
But then found by choice
Please take me,
Take me far away from here
Wrap me in your arms
And let me disappear
Please write me,
Write me what was said
So that when memory escapesimagination
You won’t leave my head
Please fill me,
Drive me to be mad
Engulf me in adventures,
And passions that I never had
Please keep me,
Keep me close to you
So when I have no words to say
Remind me that you do
Please be there,
When I am old and gray
To speak about the story
I never had a chance to say.

November 21, 2013
4 pm

On the Subject of Freeing Oneself

What is life without adventure?
What is life without passion?
Must we always be so silent,
Following our parents fashion? 
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Must we not think for ourselves?
And give up all inspiration
Must we accept things as they are?
And be conformed through obligation?

Can we hear and just accept?
Not knowing fully what was spoken
And spend years tied in regret
Before our thoughts are finally broken

Can we not draw from men before us,
The ones who lived, learned, and taught?
We were created for a purpose
Great minds, but maybe we forgot

Wilde said, “Be yourself;
Everyone else is taken,”
But people often hold you back
Disrupt the story you were making,

This dread poured out on paper
With frustration in your hand
Waiting for a chance to begin livin’
Not being pulled at every (wild) end,

A time enveloped with inspiration
Breathe and let your mind just soar,
Write and dream of freedom coming
Adventure will arrive once more!

October 16, 2012
12:35 am

Chances.

Frightened we fell and started fights
Yarned to escape the city lightssearching
Lived with one desire to hide
But our dreams couldn’t catch a ride

We rode onwards, just pretending
That this life was never-ending
It’s no surprise but caught in shock
The moments lived cannot be given back

One chance awaits just to be taken
Another moment lost; mistaken
It’s gone, can’t touch it anymore
Yet we curse courage for walking out the door

We mourn and listen; broken smiles
As courage stands behind the isles.
But if that chance maybe regained
We promise not to cause the pain

We never let it be forgotten
Take it next time before it’s rotten
But what if this is the only time?
Too late to speak another line,
To touch a heart with the words we never said
And tomorrow may not come,
like the chance that never did.

July 22, 2012
5:57 pm