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my thoughts are mine as such my words are mine they form inside my head they brew a storm of pure emotion mixed with thought a dash...

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

fog on the water
waves crashing down
rocks smoothed by ocean
mist all around.
nothing more perfect
on the edge of land
a beautiful story
a beautiful plan.

-D.B.
10/2012

Sunday, December 2, 2012

hurricane


a turbulence inside of me
instead of perfect peace
all these thoughts
they won't agree
and once again,
i'm lost

-D.B.
10/29/2012

When handed white paper i (series poem 1)

never understood
abstract
it wasn't my thing
I was very technical
I saw straight lines and I followed them.
I never saw the point in
creating something
from the heart.
Keep what is in the heart
Inside of the heart.
Do not let it out.
Now
I let it all
out
with colors
flying
through the air
purple
on my paper
swirling into
spirals
like my life
with a backdrop of
orange
to show the
fires
i have set
friendships
i have
burned.
when handed white paper i (series poem 2)

-me
5/1-10/2012

Friday, October 12, 2012

Wanted: Hope.

it all comes crashing down on you,
future
past
and present.
like waves of water drowning you,
they slam
they crush
they pound.
there's no escaping so it seems,
you're trapped
you're broke
it's hopeless.
time, it goes so rapidly,
one blink
one breath
it's gone.

-D.B.
10/12/12

*Remember: God will never leave you alone during this hopelessness and He will make sure that you are raised up out of it when you truly cannot take it anymore.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Leaves (Part 1)

You held them in your hands,
those leaves,
my trust, my love, my honesty.
"They're fragile things," I said.
"Those leaves,
they tend to tear too easily."
You said to me,
"Those leaves,
they'll be forever in my heart."
And so I let you hold
those leaves,
remember this, our start?
But then you took
those leaves,
And yes, in your heart they went,
but you forgot about
those leaves
And all that they had meant.
I found the first,
my trust,
and you had ripped it all apart,
and then you watched
my trust
in you gradually depart....

-D.B.
4/20-21/2010, 9/26/2012

Leaves (Part 2)

Then when nudged by
my love
you thought it best ignored.
And thus, neglected felt
my love
and that great leaf was torn.
And now you see
my honesty,
but what to do with this?
How to take
my honesty
and crush it in your fist?
You try and try but
my honesty,
resilient in its youth,
can't be but
my honesty
though I left it all to you.
But, my dear, when all
those leaves
of trust and love are gone,
the one that's left,
my honesty,
will not last for too long.
The edges of
my honesty
with time will start to tear,
and then all of
my honesty
will die when I can't care.

-D.B.
4/20-21/2010, 9/26/2012

to you. (Part 2/2)

...I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than you have done for me, mother.
I am grateful.
You gave me away out of love, so
I like to think.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is hard; I do not think about you.
We are not stereotypes.
I have cried about it once and I
have not worried since.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which was bound to happen eventually.
I am not upset.
For a poet with my past, this is just
an occupational hazard.
I will never write to you.
But I have tried to write about you.
Which I hope you understand.
This is not a letter.
This is meant to be about you, it is not
to you.

-D.B.
4/26-27/2012

Monday, September 24, 2012

to you. (Part 1/2)

I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than can be said for mom.
She raised me.
God bless her soul and send her
straight to heaven.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is less than can be said for dad.
He is my hero.
I have always been daddy's
tomboy princess.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is far less than can be said for big brother.
He is my soldier.
No matter what life throws at us, I have
always loved him.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is more than can be said for father.
I do not know him.
The poor man crosses my mind
less than you.
I will never write to you.
But I am trying to write about you.
Which is more than can be said for siblings.
They might exist.
By my own choosing, I
will never know....

-D.B.

Sunday, September 23, 2012

grey clouds
smudged on a canvas of blue
soft as the sand.
a lazy artist
swirling the murk to life,
formless but living.
shafts of grey
slide to a mirror surface,
feet stepping on each other.
the ocean,
undulating to unheard rhythms,
a blend of swirls and ripples.
grey clouds
set free in waves and foam,
dancing to the shore.

D.B. 5/11-12/2012

Friday, September 21, 2012

when handed white paper i (part 2)

when handed white paper i (part 1)
add some
blue
navy and sky
rain and tears
flooding
the bottom border
wanting to drown me
but they won't
because next comes
yellow
sunny and mellow
sprinkles
on the whiteness
like sand
turn to
spikes
above the
blue
and in between is
green
to connect them
and to be itself
because
green
is more than just
blue and yellow
it is
green
and it points
north
south
diagonal
around
arrows creating
movement
around my
creation
green
the color of
me
not my favorite, just
me
i can be
yellow
happy as a buttercup
diligent as the bee
i can be
blue
sad as my tears
serene as gentle waves
but i am
green
as well
as much
yellow
as i am
blue
but
green
in my own right
because i am my
own
not simply a mixture
i am
nature
i am natural
beauty
i am nature's beautiful
hope

-D.B.
5/1-10/2012

Sunday, September 16, 2012

dear can't you see

dear can't you see where I have brought you to,
the place of beauty's soul?
beyond the shoreline, in the mists,
where lightning rips, where thunder rolls.
dear do you fear for I have shown to you
a dark and empty hole?
it waits for you, you are the key,
you'll bring My light, the light it stole.
dear will you listen to My silence?
it embodies all you know.
when all is calm and storm has left
and you're still here
but not alone.

-D.B.
10/2011

Sunday, September 9, 2012

[silence]

i would do better
alone in this world
with no one to speak to me
just leave me alone!
i just want some peace
can't you see in my eyes?
i despise human speech,
it just takes too much time.
i don't care if you sit there
and just shut your mouth,
you can be in my presence
but you need to learn how!
it shouldn't be hard
to be silent for hours
but from my experience
no on else has this power.
i just want to go
somewhere secluded
where no one else knows
and everything's muted,
no voice but my own
and a peace never ruined.

-D.B.
4/25/2012

Friday, September 7, 2012

11/15-16/2010 & 1/2011

With that beginning note
starts the memory of the heart,
seventeen notes later
the strangest pangs will start.
The song brings back a memory
of something that you've lost,
a time that you won't have again
and so you take a pause.
And as you listen to this song,
those pangs will pierce your soul,
they'll soon become addicting
and your heart will pay the toll.
But amazing how those blood-red notes
assault your heart like darts,
they course right through your pulsing veins
and infect your beating heart
with feelings known from times gone past,
they're liquid now, they're flowing fast,
the notes pour in, your heart is drowned
in pools of blood-red liquid sound.

-D.B.

Monday, September 3, 2012

There is no silver lining on my cloud in the blue
it was not made for shimmers but for humbler hues
like the soft shade of purple just for me I think
that is lined by the love of my innocent pink
-D.B.
1/29/2009

the sun shoots beams of radiant hues
orange pink and gold overshadow the blue
they shine so bright and glow so intense
blinding, overpowering, they never relent.
but that is not we, that is not us
we are the blue, the soft colored dust
the lining on our cloud is not overbearing
it's perfectly, lovingly, wonderfully....
-D.B.
9/3/2012

The first poem is the first real poem, in my opinion, that I ever wrote back in 2009.
The second one is one I started to think of in August 2012 and while making the original, which has been lost in the deep depths of my wandering thoughts, I realized how much it sounded like the one I wrote in 2009. The second version of the 2012 poem is the one that is here and here's the deal with the end of this one:
There is a reason why I'm posting this poem before it's done. I have a word that I want to use as the final word of the poem but it is very presumptive. God willing, I will one day be able to put the final word in this poem....someday.
-D.B.
9/3/2012



Wednesday, August 29, 2012

How to scream without making a sound

I've never been loud
but I know how to scream
without making a sound
or making a scene.
You start with a thought
and then stir in repression
and when that starts to work,
add some passive aggression.
Now bring up the past,
every bit that you can,
add a teaspoon of that
and then do it again.
A dash of begrudging
adds flavor to silence
but don't add too much
because that leads to violence.
Chop up the faces
you make when ignored
it enhances repression
if the faces look bored.
Mash it together,
beat it down till it's tough
then you bake it until
all the edges are rough.
With your hot headed mixture
you can now make a pie:
use the mixture for filling,
for the crust use a smile.

-D.B.
5/24-28/2012

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

My heart is in God
My God is my home
So my home is wherever
I happen to go.

-D.B.
8/2012

Friday, August 24, 2012

heart like fireworks

fireworks bang to the beat of my heart:
they sizzle, they fizzle, they break all apart,
they rocket up, burning out on their flight,
they die and then suddenly, spark and ignite,
they explode in a shower of the brightest of hues
then jump out in sunbursts, a dizzying view.
and then just like that they fade into the night,
no more than a smoke cloud, but still within sight,
still burning away like they did at the start,
that burning desire alive in their heart.

-D.B.
8/23-24/2012

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Series (Part 3 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds--"


I’m flying up above the clouds—
Yes it is, for the final time,
A dream of mine
And something I
Think I’d really like to try—
I see the sea, blue, clear to—
Hell would pour me half the trouble
Society and conscience pours!
They dare to gather in a huddle
And say they’ve heard it all before—
I greet the mountains with—
A whisper in my head you see,
Or two, they’re fighting constantly!
One gives me very pretty rhymes,
The other bashes them each time—
And when I wake, I think, “Adventure—
It’s quite alright, I understand,
I’m speaking to explain.
I’ve never been too good at that;
I’ll write so its more plain.

-D.B.
2/14/2010


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

You try so hard to plan your life
then find it's no use planning;
you'll cry yourself a river for
the madness you've been handed.
But everything's a jagged line,
don't try to make it straight,
enjoy the madness of your life,
trust chance, don't hesitate.
Stand passive in this hurricane
and this is what you'll get:
a life of gray and nothingness,
of boredom and regret.

D.B.
6/29/10

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Dear Friend,

Our friendship has run its course, bittersweet but no remorse. If you need me, I'm here till the end.
With love, as always,
A now old friend

-D.B.
7/27/2012

Saturday, August 18, 2012

is it love?
infatuation?
wishful thoughts?
imagination?
is it love?
should i know?
i should wait.
let it flow

-D.B.
7/18/2012

Friday, August 17, 2012

Evening Prayer

Oh that I could create something to express my love of You
But Lord I couldn't do so unless you willed me to.
There're words can describe this or do the justice due
To this state of being that comes from Your holy truth.
I willingly give into it and submit to One so pure,
More beautiful than anything, the One whom I adore.
You offer me the light and I just cannot ignore
The love that is within You, so great is Your allure.

-DB
7/2/2012

Monday, August 13, 2012

Series (Part 2 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"


I’m flying up above the clouds—
But there’s no cloud, there’s only blue.
But why can’t I imagine them?
I swear I do, they’re my dreams too!
I know some ancient poet thought
Of flying up there too,
And hasn’t every human thought
That they could fly there too?
But I really am original
And given just one chance,
I would’ve thought of flying high
Much sooner in advance.
And had I never read a book
Of birds who dreamed to fly
Or seen my friends jump off their beds
With plastic bags (they tried),
And if I’d never watched a plane
Weave loudly through the clouds
Or seen the cartooned superman
Fly swift without a sound,
I swear I would’ve thought of it,
And all that I would need
Would be myself, some faith,
A cloud,
And my thoughts to roam on
Free.

-DB
2/14/2010

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Series (Part 1 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"


I’m flying up above the clouds—
No everybody does that.
I’m flying high over the sea—
But many others do that too.
I’m swimming in a gulf—of Mexico!
With dolphins and with sting rays slick,
And all around me water clear—!
But wait my friend dreamed that last week.
So what is it that I have dreamed
That none else have as well?
Oh dreams are such a common thing!
But life, oh life does swell
With all the different hopes and tears,
I think, and thoughts
I can’t control.
It’s unexpected and sometimes
It really takes a toll
On heart, on mind,
On body, soul; on—
Well, what else is there?
A treasure trove of lovely things,
And things that make me scared,
And things so sad and others happy
That I think they are quite mad!
So really isn’t life a dream
But just with less extremes?
No it’s the same, for I can fly,
And not just in my dreams.

-DB
2/14/2010

Morning Prayer

I long to be a child of Hope,
a light to those in darkness.
I long to be a child of Faith,
to trust though I've been blinded.
I long to be a child of Love,
to show all Your endless mercy.
I long to be a child of Yours,
if through Him I've been made worthy.

~DB
July 2012