Spirit flying near me
My muse
What are you asking of me
Courage
Believability
Authenticity
A face I cannot see
Has created
Stunning poetry
Spirit
I sense you
Pushing to leave
Even flee
Tell me
Give me
The words
I need
To make you
Stay
I can beg
Don’t leave me
Effortlessly
Promising
I’ll be good
My need
Nothing
Pitiful
Really
Craving to be near
Tag Archives: Writing
Discovery
Forgotten
Found
Broken
Healed
Broken, again
Seeking truths
Humanity
Poets quite the same
Feeling forces
Usually alone
Wondering the earth
Searching
Placing words into lines
Then one day
He feels her heart
Knows her soul
Sadly, without needing her eyes
He just knows
Humbly
Words flow
Peaceful Dreams
Peaceful dreams
Hear my call for you
Powerful sequences
Devour my senses
Take care in what you do
Rob me of my defenses
You know I need you
Wake me at conclusion
I love you
Inside Out
Pen to paper, it calls me home
Just look, we’ve all grown
A past we share
Every hope and despair
Family curator
Deemed worthy
Fighting alone
Penning our story
Walking through our hollows
Weakness not allowed
This pain, my siblings
I cannot imagine sharing
Best we leave it
Yet, clarity is needed
Yuck
Frustration
Infuses
These feisty veins
You
Whatever
Your identity
Prowling
Lurking
Trying to scare
You don’t know
I’ve conquered
More
Even less
Nasty
Unknown
Faceless
Darkness
Has no place
On this blog
Determination
Resides
Gaurding
My soul
My writing
My world
Don’t think
You can attack
I fight back
Enjoy
Feel
Create
Through me
However
Absolutely
Respect me
A Conversation
Hey
Hey
***
How are you?
Great. How are you?
Great.
Okay
***
You there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
***
How was your day?
Good. Yours?
Good
***
You there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
***
Wanna talk?
Yeah.
Good
***
You there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
***
Anything special you want to talk about?
No, you choose.
Okay
***
You still there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
***
It’s so quiet.
Yeah, it’s nice being here with you.
Okay
***
You still there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
***
I hate your phone.
Why?
You’re holding it.
You make me laugh.
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You still there?
Yeah, I’m here.
Okay
Curable
I saw you standing there
Knocking
Let me in
Address Eden
Come sit beside me
Blackened heart of yesterday’s evils
Much to learn from hearts that beat
Red in color pulsing deep
Rest in comfort
In all that is green
Let me tell you
About a boy
Heaven’s Majesty
My eyes see
Black is curable
Love is all you need
Passenger Train
Passenger train take me with you
The steep mountains won’t hinder
Raised with a will to prevail
Witnessing the hills you’ll race
Up then down
Clear with abundance
Ease
Eyes wide open
Longing for uncharted territory
Isn’t that all part of the thrill
Passenger train I hear the noise
Louder and louder it arrives
Your sounds fill my mind
Your power
Stirs my soul
Leaving me
Reminded
Grasping at solid foundations
Powerful work
Exhausting
Distance needed to travel
Shan’t be my concern
Fearing a loss pushes my imperfections
The beginning and end start with breath
Passenger train keep seeking
Allow me one more ride
Waiting
I’m aware of you
A heart I hear beating
Loud and true
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
Working its way through
I’ve waited for the words to appear
Emotions floating
I reach up to tame them
Placing all in their rightful places
I hear your drum
I sense your need
Da dum
Da dum
Da dum
I have urges too
To be the best
All for you
A Muse
Clarity
My day is ending
My night finally in view
Nothing else left to prove
Come to me, my muse
Show me clarity
Am I a fool, broken and misused
Tell me I’m comfortable
In this freckled skin
Assure me
I’m okay being where I’ve been
Powerful goals which push to be fulfilled
Desires to write with a loving eye; mind
My eyes warn me of shades of green
Am I sure I know what I’m doing
Faith
A battle inside of me that I wanted to share. I think a lot of us can identify with what I’ve written. It’s okay to argue with God, the one who loves us the most. I love that He pushes me to strive for more and to believe in myself. I’m thankful He’s always with me.
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Just show me what You want
Is it my truest of feeling upfront
I feel you shoving me into a corner
Suppose I fear judgement, ridicule and opposing statements
Who will protect me from my own aberration
I feel You don’t care
You push me to write where I’m not arranged
Yes, of course, I notice what You’re shepherding
You think I’m ready, I’m naysaying
The thoughts in my mind I can’t identify
Truly brought on by the Divine
I sense Your agenda
I agree, what I feel captivates and rings true
What You don’t tolerate is this girl’s admittance to being frightened, too
Lost in thoughts of what this journey will allow
God, please come with me
A Pandora’s box of emotions will be used
I know, You know, I’m bruised
Twas it yesterday when those actions caused ruin?
A battle which seemed fated changed me forever
Because of you, now I must heal the deepest of wounds!
In order to show that Your faith in us rings true
How dare You strengthen me in Your own time!
I understand You think I’m primed
I’m forced to play catch up
Your Holy presence proves Divine
To question You, not my intention
I feel weakened by Your intervention
Through this I know it is for the best
A life’s quest
Sometimes… I Am A Drama Queen
Good Morning! I’m hoping the coffee and cookies help to sort out all the frustrations I have brewing inside of me. I have poems to share, but my state of mind has fed them to the wolves. I’m afraid posting anything of value to me would seem less than authentic and just perpetuate the fraudulent emotions I’m working through. My hope is that y’all are having a much better Monday morning. My goal is to share a few poems with you, unfortunately being a poet doesn’t sound like who I am today. Yes, Ms. Audrey has days where she feels unworthy. Boo! I can’t stand myself right now. I can’t even look myself in the eyes. I have allowed myself to keep from writing my truest of feelings.
Choose to disagree
I must still believe
Writing suits me
For years I’ve allowed those voices to decide my decree
Often agreeing that stalling was best for the time being
Focus over here, Audrey, so much requires your devotion
Only writing helps to heal me
Much to say with little support
Authenticity found in silence
Create
Poetry I crave and read daily
Minds I want to rip open and see
How can it be, words written perfectly
Faceless poetry it spins me
Forever lost in thoughts of might have been
all uniquely
Words which inspire a nation
An analyzer, who questions a lifetime
My Dear, you theorize
Create thinking or even dreaming
Show me Divine perfection
absorbed daily
Music played to reach my soul
Find me beyond the stars
I ache while each note played
I hear you in every melody
Make it yo-yo; I don’t care
play for me
Pictures taken with a keen eye
I imagine them taking me somewhere
Close the distance between you and me
Make me laugh, face my fears, even cry
Show me life on the other side
do it slowly
Paintings create emotion regularly
Colors help me think and release
Black and white take me to places of dark
The sexiest of the arts, painters feel humanity
Search the eyes of the one in charge
paint me pretty
Fear: My Old Friend
On occasion I have this negative voice that enters my mind. He reminds me that I have the ability to dwell in fear. I just needed to let him know that I’m not afraid, even if I feel completely exposed.
Fear: I saw you today, Courage. What you did, well, it was cute.
Courage: I got up there on that step. I wrote it. I read it!
Fear: It was amateur, at best.
Courage: I felt alive. Wasn’t I brilliant!?
Fear: I don’t know about that, Courage. I think I still found the perfect dark spot within you.
Courage: No you didn’t, Fear. I wasn’t weak. You witnessed strength.
Fear: Nope, I know what I saw. You did it, but then you ran and hid. I saw your eyes.
Courage: Shut up!
Fear: I’m just being honest. I thought you should know, it’ll be okay. Stick to what you know, friend.
Courage: I didn’t ask for your help. I thought you’d left, anyway.
Fear: Why would I leave? You’re just getting comfortable.
Courage: I think you’re scared of me, actually.
Fear: I am not, please, yeah right.
Courage: I think so. Just look at this, it seems, I can almost see right through you.
Fear: What? Where?
Courage: See – like this…my hand slides right through your image. I barely feel you.
Fear: Wait. Oh, that?
Courage: So you do see it happening? Good.
Fear: Psst! Your mistake, Courage. I’m still here. I allow myself different packaging.
Courage: How? Please explain…
Fear: See, I would, but I needn’t bother. You still find me everywhere. Silly girl…
I chose to write it out, in spite of him, in an effort to keep the upper hand…
Daniel 10: 19-21. (Joshua 1: 6-7, 2 Corinthians 12:9)
A Conversation With A Girl – The End
Kyle flicked the bill of his baseball cap. “I have a feeling, correct me if I’m wrong, but there isn’t much about you that gets old,” he said, as he pointed a finger in her direction.
Andy’s mouth gapped open. Kyle’s eyes darted around her lips. Her eyes flared with surprise. His fingers flinched with a need to touch her bottom lip.
“What…?” She was speechless for about a second. Then the sound that came out next made everything right with the world.
Kyle’s eyes never left her face, that laugh, the best part was that she was giving it away for free.
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A Conversation With A Girl
“Well, it could have gone differently, I believe, but seeing how well it’s turned out, I’d say she dodged a bullet.”
Idiot. What did he know anyway, ‘how well it’s turned out’, give me a break!
His tires barked as he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal. Requesting the song, he shouted out to his car and flipped the volume way up. He wanted that song now! The music quickly started and everything his father had said began to drown out. Finally, now it didn’t matter where his car took him. His pulse began to lessen.
Turning left or right wasn’t his concern, frankly he couldn’t give a damn, as long as he put distance between them. Continue reading
Who Said The Word Snow? I’m Coming To Find You…
I’m quite upset this morning, don’t you see?
We were supposed to wake up screaming something like, “IT’S SNOWING!”
They let us know 19 hours too early, that school would be canceled today without thinking.
Whoopie! I’ll spend my day writing and baking. It’s just the weather to write of love-making.
I’ll keep the kettle hot for coffee, cocoa and tea, all the while children watch something on T.V.
No, I’m not up North and I haven’t moved back to the middle of this country.
You see, we’re still down here in cowboy country, but the snow apparently isn’t coming.
Texas had a winter warning, snow and ice it seemed, and me without my equipment for sledding.
I guess we’ll read and eat those muffins over there cooling.
Yes, eat them all day long, it seems.
We won’t get out of our jammies, I don’t care what you think.
Who closes school for a snow day 19 hours too early?
That would be Texas, we don’t have the road clearing means…
But please, wait until you see something happening.
Today, life was canceled for snow and ice.
I have two confused children who await explaining!
I Feel You
On days when my mind races;
This heart of mine you keep it beating.
Forever lost in powerful dreaming;
Oh please, agree to release me.
Grant the creativity I feel deep inside;
Muse, bravely lead me through our eternity.
A Story From The Truck Diaries
You have to know that the three sisters, Oldest, Baby and Middle, love Big Brother’s truck. It doesn’t matter which truck he has at the time, whether he’s found one that’s bright red or brown. We adore the significance behind them. They are the epitome of Big Brother and many, if not most, of our memories include him with one.
Can we back track a second? I feel like I should explain something.
Is it important? You’ve updated us on a few things along this path that haven’t been relevant, if we’re being honest.
I actually do find this important, because it explains why…just listen. Continue reading
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 