Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

cRooKed treE

sarah flanigan — Sat, 30 Jan 2010 18:09:13 +0000

crooked tree my life
searching benevolent sky
looking for sparkles

Christmas

sarah flanigan — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:53:14 +0000

Silver green
scent of pine
sparkling treasures
huddle near blazing hearth

Winter sleeps
‘neath ebon sky
stars embrace
the artic chill

Children dream
parents sleep
sleighbells sound
reindeers snort

Christmas settles
like soft fall snow
giving angels birth
and wishes truth

My Ghosts

sarah flanigan — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 15:01:40 +0000

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.

Hello is Goodbye

sarah flanigan — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:49:15 +0000

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

Perfection

sarah flanigan — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:01:38 +0000

Perfection does not live
here
But I do
Mistakes are not
strangers
but constant companions
Words trip and fluster
at furious speed
Flaws
too many to name
Stammers and stutters
make their own tunes
Regrets wait in the wings
and anxiously.
The past simmers in a pot
on the stove
its aroma taunts and
begs me
to taste

Moving On

sarah flanigan — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 02:44:08 +0000

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.

The Old Days

sarah flanigan — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 17:04:27 +0000

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

I Won’t

sarah flanigan — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 02:45:31 +0000

I can never forget
and I won’t
If the bells stop chiming
I won’t forget
If the names stop being read
I won’t forget
If the headlights stop shining
I won’t forget
If flags are set ablaze while
people dance in the streets
I won’t forget
If everyone forgets
I won’t forget
I promise.

dedicated to all the victims of September 11th – to those whom we lost and those who were left to carry the loss.

The Party’s Over

sarah flanigan — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 07:41:06 +0000

I’ve always loved this song. Enjoy.

Number 877

sarah flanigan — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 23:09:15 +0000

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