the baby shoes that were never worn.

Suggested by my friend, (and first person to participate in my #poetryproject) @CR4CK5T4R. The first poem he wrote for me was awesome! and can be found here. I highly suggest you check it out. The poem I wrote with his first suggestion, 'The revolution is over, but it was only in my head', can be found here. ..and here we go..

The rain has slowed to a drizzle

you notice through the car window.

Your heart feels empty

as he pulls out of the parking lot.

Your body aches

with pain

with sadness

with heartache.

The drive home seems to take forever

but not long enough.

The grief makes you dizzy,

you notice as he helps you inside.

Visions of staying in your warm, dark bed,

for the rest of time

are haunting your desires.

So you walk past That Door,

and attempt the fight that has you longing to go in,

while you shiver from the coldness

that comes from the room behind it.

Tears flow down your face,

as you give in to That Door

and enter the room.

The walls are pink

and the heartache is terrible.

This room used to be a happy place.

Full of excitement and visions of love.

On the handmade shelf,

are the baby shoes that were never worn.

Your precious little angel

returned to heaven before

giving you the chance to wrap her in your arms.

Dreams are all they are now,

those visions of love,

for they will never be a reality.

Your head is throbbing with misery,

you notice as he picks you up off the floor,

and shuts That Door behind you.

The orange sky showed signs of emotional turmoil.

#poetryproject time!! This is from my friend, CR4CK5T4R. I love his poetry. LOVE IT. I get excited every time he tells me to send him a line. Enjoy!

The orange sky showed signs of emotional turmoil
A crowd of people and the blood will boil
A mushroom cloud and the fate is sealed
Is there a god and a plan revealed

A race so little, beautiful and insignificant
This species destroys to protect and becomes redundant
Well those who cry for equality of the masses
Finally accomplished with the human race ashes

The last day on earth or possibly not so
Earth still standing only humans where to go
In the name of God, Queen or Country or Home Soil
The bombs are dropped in the name of Crude Oil

So Google your existence or Facebook your demise
To be with your loved ones and Tweet your goodbyes
The extinction of humanity via SMS Text
The end of us, it's our own fault, Earth shouts, "Next."

The cherry blossoms grew with pride

My twitter girly, @runaway_tweets, and I are writing a poem with the same line! This is the first time I've shared a line with someone and I'm excited to see how it'll turn out!

Here is hers.. (which, by the way, I LOVE)

Cherry Blossoms

I drove in the dark

You and your friends

Up the escalator summit

Coming out in the bright morning sun

The day the cherry blossoms grow with pride

Pride evident everywhere

Rainbows

Throngs of happy people

Triumphant

Signs bearing witness

“I’m a lesbian too”

“I love my gay son”

And when we reached “God hates fags”

You said, kiss me

Kiss me.

And here is mine..

The sun rises on a new day

Peace is felt throughout

The beauty is astounding

and the elegance takes your breath away

You have been waiting for this moment,

for their grace,

their delicate charm,

their polished artistry.

The cherry blossoms grew with pride

Unaware of all they represented

Love

Affection

The arrival of Spring

A glorious new day has arrived.

An untouched journey begins

If any of you would like to participate in my #poetryproject, (and I would love if you did!) let me know! For those of you who are new to it, if you'd like to write a poem, I'll send you a line to write with! or you can suggest a line for me to write a poem with! Or we can share a line! You can twitter me, or facebook me, or email me at poetryproject@live.ca! Join in on the fun!

Who I am

I am a mommy

I give never ending hugs and kisses

and my clothes are constantly dirty

My sanity is gone

and my love is free

I am a poet

I find inspiration in everything

and my mind is always creating

My words are my therapy

and my thoughts are free

I am a woman

I show kindness to all

and my heart has been broken

My independence is important

and my touch is free

I am one of a pair

I feel never ending fondness for my other half

and attraction to match

I am a lover and a friend

and my passion is free

I am a living soul

I breathe imagination

and show sensitivity to all

I am beautifully spectacular

and my emotion is free

A day in poetry

As I was laying in bed this morning, I thought it'd be cool to narrate the day with poetry. Haiku's and Cinquain's and what not. I really have no idea how this is going to turn out! Enjoy! xoxo

1)

Morning

Snuggly stretches

Coffee flavored sunshine

A fresh start begins

Daylight

2)

Time for breakfast

the kiddo's are hungry

and mommy's still tired

so bring on the coffee

The kids are loud

and the coffee is hot

and the baby's face

is covered in snot

Clean up the mess

Feed the kids

Cut up bananas

find cups with lids

Dishes and laundry

are calling your name

Doing all that on your day off

seems lame

Plug in a movie

for those babies of yours

Sit at the computer

and ignore all the chores

Waste a bunch of time

twittering away

In all honesty

that happens everyday

3)

Naptime for baby

Time for mommy to relax

Find extra patience

4)

Giggles and gossip

Younger version of myself

Her love doesn't judge

Big Sis and Lil Sis, best friends

Matching tattoos say it all

5)

Dear weight I have gained since quitting smoking

I deeply hate you and wish you'd disappear

Your presence on my body angers me

6)

Long day of awaiting your return

Obvious affection in our smiles

Vibrantly attracted to you

Elated to be in your arms

7)

Bedtime

Singing Angels

Jammies and Stories

Happy enough to sing

Silence

8)

the day has been done

and love has been shared

hugs given

and laughter for all

blessings are counted

as there was a time

where not all was so swell

times were harder

and laughter spare

blissful to enjoy

better days

9)

Beer

Golden Excellence

Foam is bad

Feels good going down

Brewski

10)

Moonlight is shining

Magnificent in beauty

Goodnight my sweet world

your mom

this poetic gem was suggested by @AllieGresham. She put a lot of thought into it. (xoxo)

a young woman

looks in the mirror

and doesn't understand

how she got here

In the background

is a baby crying

and as the young mom

stares at herself

trying to figure out

what her next move is

she too, starts crying

'I miss her'

she thinks out loud

'she would be here

helping me,

instead i'm alone'

she leaves the mirror

and goes to her newborn

and whispers in her ear

"my mom is not here,

but your mom is"

Poetry Bloghop!!

When I stumbled upon this poetry bloghop, I was so freakin excited! New chance for poetry!! yay! For those of you who follow my blog, you know I love me some poetry! (and for those of you don't follow my blog, shame on you)

I hope you enjoy!
(after you're done following my blog, you can follow me on twitter @LizzyDanger)

I am from laundry soap
from milk and honey
I am from the love
that sweetens all who are around it
I am from the daisies
The beautifully cheery tulips
whose long gone limbs I remember
as if they were my own.

I’m from prayer and hugs
from my mother and my grandmother
I’m from fireworks and Sunday breakfast
and from snuggles in bed.
I’m from use your manners and goodnight, I love you
and Families are Together Forever
I’m from weekend barbeque's in the park

I’m proudly from a place where hockey is a religion and from the land of Oktoberfest
Banana chocolate chip pancakes and carrot dish
From the time my sister hung off my shirt for 'fun'
and I threw her,
into the closet door, slicing her head open
to the collection of music my father took from my room
during the days before we left him

In a box, in the back of my closet
are the things I keep closely to my heart
pictures of newborns, teenage reminders, a collection of fashion inspiration
books to be read, and books that are cherished
journals from an angrier version of myself
I am from those moments
satisfying memories, and imperfect memories
have shaped my individuality
They are where I am from

Love (2nd time posted)

Today is my man's birthday!! I wrote this a few months ago but decided to repost it for the occasion!!

It's the end of the day

and we're wrapped up in each other

Everything is dark and silent

while we breath the same air

This dizzy cloud of bliss

has been longed for

All the hardships of today were worth it,

for this moment.

I'd be content to stay here forever

to ignore all other elements

of our busy hectic lives

Fascination, admiration, exhilaration,

a sense of euphoria is what you do to me

This is what I've been waiting for

what I've wanted,

what I've needed

Love

a boy and a girl.

a boy and a girl

want it to work

but don't know how

so they go their separate ways

to see what happens

life

hands them difficulties

fate

continuously unites them

increasing their confusion

of do, or don't

of stay, or run

and as time goes on

and thoughts are thought

the boy and the girl

recognize

the never ending attraction

that continuously unites them

so they make a deal

to do life

and love

together

and take one day at a time

and see what happens

and she smiled as the tears flowed

Suggested by @canyonwalker

the stars are shining

and the moon is out

the last few moments

have been used for reflection

she lays in the middle of a field

hidden by tall grass

and from the rest of civilization

wondering what the next step will be

she smiles as the tears flow

of course she'll conquer

that's what she does