Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

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

Sometimes it’s just
about me
Not you
or her
or him
or anyone else
just me

Just this
ten car pile-up
I call my life
Just the acid
eating away at my stomach
Just my fear
of what shit
will come tomorrow

Who said what
to whom
about what they said
to so and so
and the outfit they
wore while doing it
doesn’t hit my radar

Healthcare plans
evil politicians
The neighbor’s new
car
What I had
for dinner last night…
I got nothin’

World events
weather conditions
mating rituals of
exotic, endangered species
Not paying attention.

Because
sometimes it’s just
about me

copyright 2009

Tags: just about me, original poetry, poem

Thoughts fly ahead
of my grasp
I flail in shiftless
winds
that tumble me
down tuneless tunnels
Blink against
an angry sun
The whispers echo
a distant hurt
with neither face
nor name
The circle encloses
in the beyond
and I watch from
the edge
Chattering teeth
shivering soul
and the darkness
comes
to eat the Moon
but her spirit
glides past
and she colours
the dawn with
greens and violets
Her sweet song
coaxes the sky
to Open
and I am reBorn

copyright 2009

Tags: freedom, Life, original poetry, Poetry

I wish I had wisdom
I wish I knew
the right words
I wish you could know
what is in my heart

I wish I had answers
to the dark places
A map through the maze
a compass to guide me

I wish I had a
a new me to bring
a better me to be
A soul not in tatters
A life not in ruin

I wish I had
a voice you could hear
a song you wanted to sing
a story you wanted to read

I wish I could
turn back the path
unwalk the steps
never taken the risk
never learned the truth
never shattered the dream

copyright 2009

Tags: my heart, original poetry

I want my quiet back
and the injustice of the
unvarnished truth
Where lies cannot
flourish
and schemes do not
survive
Where love is not
betrayal
and time is not
my master

I want my quiet back
and the starkness
of what is
of now
of tomorrow
Where regret does not
live
doubt is not
welcome
and life is
an open door

copyright 2009

Tags: freedom, home, joy, my heart, original poetry

Why?
is my question
Why?
is the answer
I need
Why?
is what keeps me
in bondage
Why?
keeps me awake
and asking
Why?
is what I will
never know

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, goodbye, Love, my heart, original poetry

You only wanted me
until you had me
until I said yes
until I was yours
forever

You only loved me
from very afar
at arm’s length
in your mind
from the world of what if?

You only touched me
when I wasn’t there
when I couldn’t respond
when it no longer mattered

You only needed me
until I needed you
until I reached out
until I proved imperfect
flawed
and unlovable

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, imitation, Love, my heart, original poetry, words without pity

Oh say
Can you see
by the Dawn’s
early light…

can our hearts still see
our beautiful country
in all her glory?

copyright 2009

Tags: freedom, home, original poetry

Broken sleep
dreams deprived
of dimension
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mind aims askew
time ticks away
Focus lost
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Mistakes logged
no do-overs
doomed to the future
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

Wandering soul
seeking the safe
any open door
Looking for home
I want to go home
Where is home?

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Tags: dark, home, Life, original poetry, secrets

It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky

Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race

For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.

The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float

copyright 2009

Tags: catching rain, dark, Life, original poetry