maybe i might

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in singing songs of sixth sense
im watching for the sky
to to see the star
beyond the moon
into the sun
i want to run much further
past yours
and mine and time have passed
this fate was yours
and cast from cards before
i said i knew
but didnt know that
i should say so
there's no blame though.

nature is the fix
for all that ails
and lessons spell out sentences
in paragraphs
or stanzas.

period

do you get it?

im addicted to the way i feel when i think of you

its like happy
or like happy like i never knew
before you
bright bliss blankets warm
but light like sheets in breezes
or ticklish sneezes
and a giggle
dipped in chocolate
covered cherry
ice cream
pi(e)
thats you
and i
am always listening
while speaking louder
because thats when you feel best
you know the rest.

come. what? may...
this never happened
yet its always taking place
i like this pace
feels i could fly this way
forever

last night a dj saved my life

random girl with teardrop
wakes from sleep so deep
shes on fire and shes melting
while you listen to her
sleep and willow whisps of rhapsody
fresh for breaking day
with every word much more is heard
she hopes you stay to play

safecracker

everything in its right place and all around me falls exactly as it should be when i wonder how it could be and then wonder at the wonder of it all. where once so small made mountains now i clearly see the sea im plainly on the shore as purely sure as i can be. magical musical mystery solves the spills that fill these notes and the rain comes down like turtle soup while boys and breakfast scramble. beats for junkies just like me while skin breathes luscious, mood exhales, colliding energy.

key becomes the keeper while everything in its right place and all around me falls exactly as it should be.

night biscuits

and so i
philosophize
while counting colours
on rainbows
and chasing tales
of faraway lands
and close encounters
of the countless kind
this third time charmed
with a different soundtrack
i cant playback
but ive got gems
and dust that sparkles
crossing never never land
i hold your hand
and fly

Moment Of Truth

i usually do not know what i am going to write until after the words have already spilled out. sometimes the words come so fast that it isnt until after ive put my hands in my lap, sit back and read that i realize what i've said. at this point fear usually takes over and i worry how my words will be interpreted by those that take the time to read them. i then struggle with my desire to publish my uncensored thoughts vs. the knowledge that i am opening myself to the possibility of upsetting people i care about or allowing others to crawl inside my head, my heart and my soul. the fear that they will be misguided by my words and assume things about me and my life, or worse, that they will actually understand what im saying and decide im just some crazy chick that thinks too much and values emotion over reason. i would like to say i dont care; it doesnt matter what people think of me; but the truth is it does. now that i have admitted (mostly to myself) that i care. i can begin to manage that fear. and so i will write and hope that those of you who visit will learn more about who i truly am; and that you will leave your comments and ask me questions and assume nothing and want to know more. and if you dont, thats ok - just please dont pretend you do. i took a break from writing because of past readers assumptions, misunderstanding and lack of respect. they made me feel like the words i wrote were wrong. i let their ignorance and lack of appreciation for my voice - my art - first seclude, and then silence me, for far too long. i finally realized that i was caring too much about what the people who shouldnt matter think of me - and i was leaving the people who wanted to know more in the dark. polly is alive and blogging. oh, one more thing... if you are grammar nazi or spelling police - please dont bother. ive heard it all before. i have severe punctuation fetish, except for apostrophes which kill my mood. i dont use caps. not because im too lazy to hit the shift key, but because i dont like the way they look. they distract me. i know it makes your teeth itch; but thats me. get over it. you do shit that makes me want to break stuff too ;)