Find What's Within

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Cinder

This love we're working on
It's like our last breath
We're trapped in it
With no escapes

No one can save us now
We've cried wolf too many times
We're headed on a downward spiral
Surrounded by the ash of our extinguished flame

I was the sketch where the lines aren't right
You were the fantasy come true
Then your light went away
And my darkness shone through

You pull through the gloom
I revel in the grey
I target the weak spots
You get hurt because you forgot your armor

So we cry about the pain
'Til all we are is ash stained eyes
You think we'd let go some how
You think we would've figured out how

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Frost

The first frost has officially hit. It really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas, and yes the song is stuck in my head. With Thanksgiving just a few days away I am truly grateful for so many things. I am thankful that the school year is almost done and that i am graduating, though it is stressful. I am thankful that after the next few days things will calm down again and the drama will settle for a few weeks. And, as per the usual, I am thankful for my friends  because you keep me sane, my family though you drive me insane, my husband for just keeping me, and my muse because without you I swear i would have quit writing ages ago. 
Have a happy Thanksgiving everyone! I hope that we all eat enough turkey to sleep blissfully though the rest of the weekend.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Winter Incoming

Every year the geese return to campus and
it lets me know that winter is on the way. This was taken last week and today the cold has hit in full force. I walked out today and it was 28 degrees. So this is my welcome to winter and the geese I am happy the cold is here now maybe the allergies will die down and I can stop sneezing. Poetry of fall to come later! Man I love winter. 

Monday, October 28, 2013

Detective

            I walk up to the giant wooden doors. Brass knocker, looking like gargoyles, hang just above my head. I look to my left and see a button for the doorbell and press it. An older gentleman dressed in a suit opens the door.
                        “May I help you?” he drones.
                        “My name is Ember Gilmoore. I am here to see Mr. Caesarea,” I reply.
                        “Come in.”
            I walk past the man and marvel at the house before me. The marble stairs rose before me. The wood banister curled with the twist of the stairs. When my eyes reached the top they fall upon deep black matte loafers. As my eyes drift up I scan across slate grey slacks, shiny onyx belt, and a burnt orange shirt unbuttoned at the top.
                        “Miss Gilmoore how can I help you?” he asks descending the stairs.
                        “I am here about Milo Vasquez.”
                        “What about him?”
                        “He’s dead.”
                        “I am aware Miss Gilmoore. What is your point?”
                        “Did you do it?” I ask.
He smirks slyly at me then turns and heads into what appears to be a den.

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Neverland

So I have been on this Disney kick lately and a lot of my poetry has been reflecting it. This one came about listening to Avril Lavinge's Never Grow Up. It made me think of Neverland and Peter Pan.



Remember us?
The actual us,
Before the hormones took over.
When it was music and video games.
When life was nothing but fun.
We were lost in young.

I never though we'd lose that.
I never thought we'd grow up.
You were Peter Pan and I was Tinker Belle.
You believed in me and I in you.
You clapped hard and kept me and the faeries alive.

We were on a constant ride.
Second star to the right.
To Neverland with endless adventure.
But you left one night,
And when you came back... Wendy.

You stopped believing,
The clapping died down.
The dream was over.
I traded my faerie wings for real life,
And by the time you came back, the faeries had died.

Here's a link to the song that inspired the work:

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Who you are

I was listening to Jessie J's "Who You Are" and it mad me think back to the time in my life when my eating disorder ruled my life. It kinda hit home. We all have scars, bumps, bruises, and pasts that don't make life the easiest journey. At then end of the day though its all about who you are.


     I look in the mirror
What do I see?
I see flaws, imperfections
Staring at me.
So today I'll suck on ice cubes
And run off everything I eat.
Starving makes me pretty, right?
Or so they say at least.
But now I lack the energy,
To breathe or even think.
I don't have the strength
To create the voice that I need.
The one that cries for help,
The one that knows I'm not ok.
But the help comes from unexpected places,
And the strength eventually returns.
I'm back on my own two feet now.
And am safe in my own skin.
The battle is a daily struggle.
But this is a war I'll win.





Monday, September 23, 2013

Hint




So what is it about you ask? Why don't you leave a comment and take a stab at it. I'll let you know what it's all about. Just make an educated guess, no worries i won't make too much fun of you for your answers. If ti helps its a hint to the poem i post a week or so ago.