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

In Words

When the world turns oh, so bitter
And tears start pouring down like rain
I hope to find i’m not a quitter
By the words that will remain.

Hundreds of years, a thousand faces push

Stories of passion, dreams, and time
From all around in different places
Beauty reveled in every line.

Alive he wrote the books we save
Now to the memories we’re bound
How still he lies within his grave
Speaking words without a single sound.

Yet, life he loved at its best
And closed the darkest door
Forgiving days of old past
Into the words of poetry he’d pour.

Love was a topic much admired
He brought a piece of it to earth
The only wish he had desired
Fragmented by the sin at birth.

I whisper words with admiration
In the filled pages of his book
Such pure and honest  inspiration
Gives my life a brand new look.

July 24, 2011
11:55pm
(Inspired by poet Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin)