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

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

copyright 2010

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

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

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

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?

words & image copyright 2009

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

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

cigarettes & cell phones
sultry summer sky
random thoughts
of filmy futures
followed the butterfly’s
path of
lazy nectar search

basketball hoops
snoring dogs
i slept in today
and the world
didn’t stop
the silence
was comfort

my mind
hummed soft
in pastel colours
and gentle souls
flitted by in
mutual affirmations

time does not
touch me today
the sun freckles
my shoulders
and birds
have their own
language
that whispers
to children
& oldsters
as it dances
past on
the breeze

copyright 2009

Tags: Life, original poetry, secrets

The doorbell rings
and I find
scattered
rose
petals
scribbled with words.

copyright 2008

Tags: original poetry, secrets