I sit,
staring at the words written on my paper,
needing to read them
yet unable to put those words together.
My mind is in turmoil,
jumping from one subject
To another,
unable to settling on one thing.
I must concentrate,
I must finish what I started
or all will be lost.
~
Pushing aside stray thoughts
I concentrate on the page before me
and nothing happens.
Sighing I try again.
A few words, phrases, become clear
and then they are gone again.
I must finish what I started!
Yet others interject
ruining concentration
wanting to be heard.
~
Giving up I find pen and paper.
I put those words that will not give me peace
on the paper,
hoping that in purging my mind I can once again return to the task at hand.
Will I succeed?
Will I become master once again,
or will the floodgates be open
and like water once started,
can never be harnessed again.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
Category: Poetry
Psychedelic Dreams
Swirling vortex
pulling me,
sucking me,
into disjointed dreams.
The world closes in
surrounded me in
psychedelic color
coalescing into pictures of
distance past,
far away future.
Bringing fantasy to life
until light breaks into dawn,
bringing reality crashing in,
turning dreams into webs
in the recesses of my mind,
waiting until next I fall
into psychedelic dreams.
What Movie?
Over the hills
and through the wood
no grandmothers house to see.
We speed through the trees
with relative ease,
As red lightening streaks
through the breeze.
A few choice words,
just to tease,
before fiery mess
blackens a tree.
We will be victorious
even though furballs annoy us,
giving walkers headaches
and buckling knees.
2014 Heidi Barnes
Words
Words.
Written together into thought,
spoken into air,
whether softly so only those closest can hear,
or loudly so the heavens themselves can hear.
They are the window into our hearts,
our souls,
showing how much we love
or how much we hurt.
Hear my words,
let them in,
weaving their own meaning
into your life.
For what meaning they have for me
may not be the same for you,
and that is all right.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
Giving Me All
As light descends into dark
I hear your voice
and my heart shatters.
Whispered touch
picks up the pieces
putting them together,
giving me hope
giving me life.
Darkness prevails
demons hide
waiting for greed
thirsting for blood,
but when the days are cold
and dreams waste away
your kiss brings life
into my shattered soul,
and demons fall away
crawling back into darkness
to wait for weakness
that will never come
as long as you shine
giving me life,
giving me love,
giving me all.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
A Dark Place
I come from a dark place
deep in my soul
where visions of demons
haunt me,
their cries of desperation,
for freedom to wreak havoc
on the unsuspecting
drowning out good intentions.
To fight is agony
to win a hollow victory.
How do I keep going?
Why should I keep fighting?
Tell me, please,
because I am losing
this war within.
Please help me
before I drown in
desperations sin.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
I’m not sure where these dreams I am having are coming from, but geez!
One
The soft pitter-patter
On a window sill
Dark rain soaked hair
Vibrant blue eyes peak thru
A smile’s mischievous hue
Hearts bond
Bodies unite
Love awakes
Times strengthens
Together we are one
~ © Heidi Barnes
No More Lies
You tell me no lies,
yet all I hear are lies.
You tell me no secrets,
yet secrets you keep.
Trust me you say,
yet how can I trust
where trust no longer exists.
Never give up on those you love!
A message beaten into me
from ages old,
yet when love finally dies
what is left
is bitter,
cold,
clouding any judgment,
yielding pain to my soul.
As I walk away
I feel your eyes
beseeching me stay,
to please let you try.
But there is no more
left inside,
my heart in pieces
no more goodbyes.
The door closes,
the air is fresh, clean.
While some of me yearns
for what once was,
I step into the sun
warmth seeping in.
The road ahead long,
seemingly endless,
I begin.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
My Beliefs Are My Own
Tripping, traipsing
happily, blissfully unawares
of perceived dangers
lurking out there.
But what is dangerous
to him or her
may not be dangerous
to me, I’m sure.
Why should I change
to what you preach?
Does some demon await
for a tasty treat?
To eat me whole
if I don’t
cleanse my soul?
Here are words of wisdom
to hear and believe,
my mind is my own,
and I choose to keep
my thoughts and ideals,
my spiritual beliefs.
If you do not agree
that is your choice.
I will not harass,
pester or beat
until you relent,
fall on your knees,
repent.
So I will continue on my way,
for life is too short
and it’s time to play.
~ © Heidi Barnes
Again, Why?
Cold
Wet
Driving rain
beating down on me.
Yet here I sit.
Why am I here?
Why didn’t I go where
it is warm and dry?
Looking up the rain stings,
little needles in my eyes.
It does not deter me.
I want warmth!
Spreading my wings
I launch into the air,
seeking that which I desire.
I know it is here.
Just a little further I will…
* * *
When I wake I am disoriented.
Wasn’t I just flying?
Looking around I see….
What?
How did I get here
with the dirt and leaves?
Carefully I wobble to my feet.
As the world clears
so does understanding.
A tree looms before me.
High above
feathers still cling,
strangely in the shape of
me.
Shaking what feathers are left
into place,
I realize the rain has stopped,
I am warm and dry.
Mission accomplished,
yet in retrospect
the sting of the rain
may not have been so bad
compared to the sudden stop
and drop
of a tree.
~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes
The picture is a prompt on Kellie Elmore’s Website from January 10, 2013 for her FWF (Free Write Fridays). I had missed this one and saw the picture on the bottom of last weeks prompt. It spoke to me so I decided to give it a try. I have been late before, but never this late!! LOL Go take a look at the other entries. There are some very talented writers and poets taking part in this fun exercise.
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