SEARCHING for something specifically sacred

cranberry, rasberry, blackberry
Current mood: optimistic

ok so I burnt all my journals like 9 years ago ~ I went religious or
something ~ thought I had to start fresh. I'm rediculously impulsive
like that. But damnit I had books and books of shit I wrote and some
of it was okay. So for some reason lately I'm remembering old poems I
wrote... so I'm going to write them down as they come to me. They
might suck ~ I don't know ~ but I like having a record of the places
I've been. I don't have regrets like I did back then. So that's what
the scribblings in this blog will be. Random shit I remember from 15
to 23 ~ thx for reading! Cherris





it all comes back

Sadly give thee
I repeat thee
badly live we
can't compete he
said I gave him up
he said "hey what choice!!"
but from me the choice was taken
made with out a voice
only I can see eyes blind
only I this life unwind
cranberry, raspberry, blackberry
this patchwork on my skin
did I let you in
cranberry, raspberry, blackberry
a map of the places you've been
and they all call it sin

I'd do it again
I'd do it again


friend of a friend

In the deepening shadows
I saw him
standing away
leaning like a lover on a tree
smiling at me through the dark watery shadows
and I wished I could be near him
like that tree.

outside your window in my mind

On your street Standing still
In the safety of my mind
I catch you
Falling behind
Falling away
With a free hand I collect you
And try not to affect you
(Where there is no past Can there still be pain?)
In thought alone
I protect you
Then set you free again.


Sacred

Plant yourself here
In the dirt
In my arms
Empty hands
grab one
grasping
for something
specifically sacred
Plant yourself
In my thoughts
Place your hand
Here in my hand
An empty, empty
hand
Searching for something
Specifically sacred.

Flashback

I found rain
I found
water droplets
dripping wet
under
and above my skin
shaking, aching
sealed within
I found ice
frozen
freezing
attempting
to keep me
in this cave
bound a slave
I found ropes
around
held down
And the water
splashes
like a breeze
is this my surface
is there no purpose
I am afraid
for you
and
I am afraid
of the space
between
the dark damp
stone
and the blank white
walls
I found a mist
I found it
rising
it's not surprising
you fear
and I try to make
my eyes
seam clear.

Sacred

Plant yourself here
In the dirt
In my arms
Empty hands
grab one
grasping
for something
specifically sacred
Plant yourself
In my thoughts
Place your hand
Here in my hand
An empty, empty
hand
Searching for something
Specifically sacred.


All around me

Here alone
But all around me
Voices sigh
Still no one's found me

Eternal safety
My hiding place
I do not dare
To see thy face

Caress the style
But wait for me
Moonlight smile
Yet cannot see

The where forever
Still not today
Silence never
But far away.



Turning

Turning
So clever
However
Take it further
I feel frail
Are you spoken
Are you taken
Under
Further
Than you ever
Asked for me
To take you over

Hypnotize me
Give me some credit
My eyes are open
I am watching
The pendant swinging
The pretty stone
Catches me

Caught in phrases
Found in places
I have seen you
I have been you
What are you asking for
what do you take me for

Take me for you

In your hand

After hours
This room remains in sun light
You spin me around like moon light
In your hand I am a shard of day
A star A ray
In your hand the night Is bright as day.

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