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

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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

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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

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

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

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Tags: irony, Life, my heart, original poetry, poem, Poetry

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

Closed in. Trapped. Craving space.
Craving quiet. Lonely.
So tired.

Unwanted. Cold. I shiver in the sun.

A cliche. Past its prime. out of sync with the rest.

Lost in a sea of tumult.
Turbulence.
Beyond the bend of agreement.
Gnawing at the edges of rational thinking.

Empty

What lies inside?
Not safe to go there.

I am the debris
of an exploded star.
Gravity pulls but doesn’t capture
the spray of particles
that hover and dance away in approach.

Nerves jitter and jag
Flop me - a lifeless puppet
soul drifting toward no space, no time, no thing.

Alone. Always alone.
Distant. Disconnected.
Passing time with cigarettes and
desperation (dispair-ation?).

Friends wear foreign faces.
Home is a closed door.
I am invisible.

copyright 2009

Tags: dark, original poetry, Poetry, secrets

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Tags: original poetry, Poetry