There is Light

To hear what I hear,
To seen what I see.
To understand through sorrow and pain
The joy and pleasure
That life contains.
That even though the rain is thick,
The thunder loud with waters deep,
At the end of storms angry scream
Is calm and beauty,
Awashed with colors pristine.
Is life easy?
Can every minute be planned?
Though some may try,
Succeed for a time,
Life is a fickle mistress
With a mind of its own.
Tripping best laid plans
As it moves ponderously on,
Seemingly oblivious to havoc
Left behind.
Do not despair,
Do not give in,
For there is light
In darkness complete,
And you can rise above
If faith in life
You keep.

© 2014 Heidi Barnes

Pondering Seasons

I walk this path
Through orange and red
Down leaf strewn road
To winter’s bed.
With sleepy eyes
I gaze to the sky
Wondering what will come
When life springs high.
Will love return
Burn long and true,
Or will the sun’s rays
Burn too bright
Turning life into ashes
Bitter brew?
So I walk
One step, one time
Unto mysteries untold
Words swirling in my head
Waiting to be said.
I do not pause
On my journey’s trail
To ponder these words,
My future entails.
For Destiny’s mystery
Cannot be solved
With simple words
In rhyme or prose.

© 2014 Heidi Barnes

No Strings Attached

I see you beside me
one I once called friend.
Our differences too large
the chasm between us wide and deep.
The world survival depends on heroes
to keep peace divine,
but when hero’s are divided
peace will falter,
stumble and fall.
With stealth and cunning
our foes rise up,
take advantage of weakness
use distrust to cleave alliances,
and the world crumbs
while spirits are crushed.
The ultimate chaos rises in the flames,
with smugness bore from triumphant
utters,
“I am free,
and I have no strings
on me.”

Inspired by the Avengers: Age of Ultron trailer

Pages of Time

Flipping through
the pages of time.
Reading written words
of my thoughts of mind.
A pattern emerges
through words and letters
of times long gone
yellowed pages
ages settled.
I wonder what dreams
these words will conjure.
Emotions buried deep
long forgotten
till read.
Yet the saying goes
we learn from our past,
what lessons we heed
is our choice
our path.
Sleep will come
whether I will it or not,
to dream a little dream
my mind has forgot.

© 2014 Heidi Barnes

Someone….Anyone

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Forlorn Hope Nexus Desktop

Feeling lost and alone
in a sea of people
all with purpose,
all with someone
to call there own.

I look to the sun
searching for that one
to give me meaning,
to see me for who I am.
To reach out and touch
my soul so broken,
so forlorn.

Please, someone
…anyone,
say something
before I give up
on ever finding
that one that will believe
I am worthy of love.
That one I will trust
with my heart,
my soul.
The one that will call me
their own.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

I Dream a Dream

I dream a dream
of witches and poppies,
where knights in shining armor
fight legions of armies.
Where sunlight is filtered
through smoke and fire,
from dragon breath
and warlocks ire.

I see a field
of daisies and posies
where pixies play
with one horned ponies.
Where wishes come true
and peace is unbroken
while tree filtered sunlight
cast shadows to hide the unspoken.

I ask myself,
which is true?
Do I follow the light
or is darkness my due?
I stand on a precipice
of right or wrong.
I put my foot forward,
close my eyes, step down.
My destiny Fates have chosen,
my waiting done.

~ 2014 Heidi Barnes

The Dreams We Dream…..

   I was looking through my many composition/journal books where I keep my ramblings, story ideas, chapters that I hand wrote before typing into the computer and the odd dreams or two. I came across this reoccurring dream and thought I would share. I’m not sure why I have this dream. It comes in spurts, more times when I was younger, and I have no idea why I have this dream. Just that it is very vivid and I am usually exhausted in the morning. This is not edited, much. I wrote it down as I remembered it, and as in most of my dreams, it may be disjointed, strange. So please, bear with me.
Anyway, here it is……

   Four people all hiding who they really were, what there powers are. Two main characters are good guys hiding in the town by false identities. One bad guy, not hiding but threatens to expose the males if the girl with them does not choose him.
   It is in a town that is familiar to me, with stores, a main street and houses in the surrounding area, yet is a lot busier than normal. The male does not know about the deal she has made, but he does know there is a threat. That his enemy is ready to destroy his and his friend’s world if they do not give him what he wants. But there is no choice. The good male will not give up the girl to someone as evil as his enemy.
    The girl has no choice if she wants those she cares about to remain unharmed. She accepts the terms of the agreement. She goes with the enemy and does not tell her friends or the man she truly loves.
    There is danger all around. Buildings are exploding and she is out saving innocents even though she is supposed to stay safe, hidden from the enemy. But she is eventually caught with a group of others and brought to the leader.
    The scene changes to a compound that is surrounded by a high concrete wall. The main building is made of concrete and large. A mix of warehouse and keep. There are men and women running around carrying weapons, yelling orders or for help as the sound of explosions can be heard all around. There is smoke and fire, yet within the walls it is contained, but above the wall she can see the glow of fire against the ever present smoke. Someone recognizes her and pulls her from the group to take to his leader.
    Her enemy lavishes her with gifts but she is still a prisoner and objects, no matter how pretty or how expensive, do not replace love. He won’t let her out of his sight, but she finally manages to allude him for a short period of time. Just for a few minutes of peace. No one can understand why she wants to escape him. Why she is unhappy when he gives her everything. She tires to explain but they do not understand.

   This is where the dream ends. It never really seems to end. Just an endless loop that continues to circle around and around. Maybe someday I will understand….or not. 🙂 Have a wonderful day.

Sometimes

I try to understand,
To forgive myself for what I have cause,
To not blame you.
I try to hold onto the love that binds me to you,
But sometimes it is too much.
Sometimes the self-loathing hinders me,
Blinds me to the truth.
Sometimes  I am not sure I can remember,
That you are my life,
My soul,
My love.
Sometimes I wonder if it is enough,
That you can ever forgive me,
That you still love me as I love you.
Sometimes I wonder if you can still,
Be mine.
Jamie to Emma (Destiny)
~ © 2013 Heidi Barnes

I See You

I keep having a phrase play over and over in my head. “I see you.” It has many meanings to different people. I can literally mean I see you, as in I see you standing in front of me. Or, as in the movie Avatar “I see you” loosely translated means “I love you” or “I see you for who you are”. I have already used this phrase in a poem, a micropoetry, but it will not leave me. It keeps haunting me. As if it has more to say, but how to say it without repeating myself?

I see you
through the misty rain.
I see you
as you are when you are plain…

Well, that is what is off the top of my head and seems familiar. Like I’ve written it before. (Also not really good. :P) So, why does this phrase haunt me? Maybe it is trying to tell me that I am not done, that there is more to this simple phrase. So I ask you, when you think “I see you” what comes to mind?

I see you through mist and time.
I see you as if you were mine. 
Although you walk with another’s hand,
I know in time you will understand
that even though he claims you as his
the truth will come to light,
his lies exposed,
his well of sins.
Then you will look upon my face
see me for my true self,
see the love and devotion within.
I see you,
will you see me?
For eternity awaits
for a love without end.

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes

I Am Quiet

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In the Shadows

I am quiet,

I am torn.

My words may be deep

but to the shadows I keep.

Words are spoken

their meaning a small token.

To keep silent,

remain pliant,

I must step away

less my mind be swayed.

Watching,

waiting,

to see stories unfold

before I decide my words untold.

The time will be right

when emotions follow with might.

I am quiet,

I am torn.

Shadows are deep

my soul I will keep.

 

~ © 2014 Heidi Barnes