Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

I’ve always been maverick
a wild horse seeking higher quieter ground
watching the world from private precipice
with wary eye and distrustful gut

My inner tinkerbell
ever searching egress to escape
and when she does slip through
an unattended window and acquaints herself
with freedom
the laughing and dancing goes on for days
sometimes weeks

But she is always caught
and returned to her bottle
Unable to understand
the dangers out there
the beasts who intend her
harm

Only seeing butterflies
and sunshine
she cries behind closed doors
begging for blue sky
and unfettered freedom

I cry a little too
but I am dedicated to her safety
vigilant in her protection
no white knight
looks after her heart
or shields her from murderous fools
hungry for her soul

copyright 2010

Tags: freedom, Life, looking glass, original poetry, poem, Poetry, secrets

In sleep I invite
my mistakes to enter
Replay the scene
move the furniture
fix the lighting
rewrite the dialogue
re-shoot the scene

Take after take
but it still comes out
Wrong

There are no do-overs
no do it agains
no going back
no editing or airbrushing
no time travel
to set things right

There is only
the will to do it right
the next time…

copyright 2010

Tags: freedom, Life, original poetry, Poetry

They come to me
in the night
The traitors dressed
as friends
taP at the windows
of my house of sleep

Luring me from
slumber’s arms
to make their case
prove I’m mistaken
show me the truth..

And they rob the stars
from the sky
Chase the moon
behind the clouds

Crawl into my head
natter on…
relentless and shameless
Saying I did them wrong
yet begging forgiveness
Swearing love
but meaning harm

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Tags: ghosts, Life, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

Time heals all wounds…
Does it? really?
What salve is time?
What comfort is a ticking clock?

What wisdom lies in seconds, minutes, hours?
What is the shelf life of heart ache?
The statute of limitation on pain?
The cut-off for suffering?

New days come with the sun
and from the heart
Memories fade as new memories
are formed
Life grows out of the will
to reach for tomorrow

Time cannot heal me
but I can
Time cannot comfort me
but life does
The best smiles
are spontaneous and unexpected

copyright 2010

Tags: Life, original poetry, Poetry

Looking back
at all things past
I cannot look forward
unbearable that tomorrow

Second guessing
I cannot trust
first guesses
always wrong

Who is that
wearing my clothes
speaking my voice
owning my thoughts?

Where did I go
why am I lost
where is my hope
what happened?

copyright 2010

Tags: dark, irony, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

crooked tree my life
searching benevolent sky
looking for sparkles

copyright 2010

Tags: Life, looking glass, original poetry

They gather and
scratch at the edges
and doors of my dreams
Slipping through the
cracks and crevices
blocking the light
bringing the dark
and the Doubts

And I comfort
the useless,
worthless
frightened me
Tell her to
be brave –
that it’s just a
dream
And dreams can
be chased
by the light of
day.
But she doesn’t
believe me
and keeps a
watchful eye
on the Moon.

Copyright 2009

Tags: dark, ghosts, looking glass, my heart, original poetry, Poetry

When hello is goodbye
I chase after them
to be my friends
I let go and there
is nothing there
I fall and no one
catches me

When I love you
is I hate you
betrayal is an odd
acquaintance
Doubt is the daily
drink
Confusion guides
all decisions

When the past
is your comfort
the eyes miss
the moment
the now slips by
unnoticed
and tears
never stop

copyright 2009

Tags: deceit, goodbye, imitation, Life, Love, original poetry, secrets, words without pity

I walked away.
So what?
Away from the mind games and the hate games.
The games.
Always the games.
Sorry to interupt your pity party,
but what are you feeling sorry for yourself about?

Silence goes both ways.
I finally answered the silence with my own.
Are you really surprised?
Is it such a shock that
your indifference
and rejection
finally returned to you in kind?
That I would let go
once I realized
my grasp held nothing?
Nothing, just empty space.
Can’t lose something you don’t have.
Can you?

You lost your voice a long time ago.
I don’t hear you.
I don’t see you.
I don’t want to.
Move on.
I have.

copyright 2009

Tags: betrayal, it's over, moving on, original poetry

The old days are gone
and maybe that’s good
We can all walk away
find new compass
plot new course
learn new country
conquer new life

Leave the suitcase
of Hurt
at the curb
for someone who
needs the wounds

Create new recipes
for daily woes
let the water run
find a new level
learn to float again
and discover
that Life goes on

copyright 2009

Tags: Life, original poetry