Frances Farmer

Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

What are you afraid of?

In Poetry on June 28, 2013 at 8:36 am

fear is an illusion.

pardon my confusion,

but

this pollution in my mind

that chokes my words,

strikes a chord,

throws my heart into the express lane,

and

all that pulses through my body is pain…

why does fear feel so real?

 

Advertisements

Keep Your Judgements Away From Me

In Poetry on June 18, 2013 at 10:44 am

Inspired by the quote:

Read the rest of this entry »

Without You

In Poetry on February 8, 2013 at 2:55 pm

*Inspired by Skylar Grey’s Dance Without You

Read the rest of this entry »

Status Quo

In Poetry on January 27, 2013 at 4:04 pm

My pulse beats against the crowd

Here in a maddening shroud

My life resists societal labels

Belief in the delusional fables

Past the specifics, even broader, all encompassing

Escaping the chains, growing stronger, feel the hearts beating

We are all humans in the same rat race

And so we will break free at our own pace

Adieu

In Poetry on January 11, 2013 at 6:09 pm
Broken Heart Chalk 2

Broken Heart Chalk 2 (Photo credit: ArtByRetta)

 

I tried and tried

 

Always ended up teary-eyed

 

My heart, it ached

 

While my world quaked

 

My happiness, my joy

 

All this over a boy?

 

2 years of my life

 

Those years wartorn with strife

 

Lost in emotion

 

He doesn’t deserve my devotion

 

I tried and tried

 

I finally said goodbye

 

Bliss

In Poetry on December 27, 2012 at 2:24 pm

My bliss

Sealed with a kiss

Yet in the midst

My past slowly whisked

Away went my list

My list, I no longer missed

My life kissed with renewed bliss

Transform

In Poetry on December 17, 2012 at 8:00 am

Alone

In a life that is not my own

Emotions

Coming in waves like the ocean

Relapse

The world as I know it collapsed

Trapped

Forced to adapt

Lost

Left embossed

Transform

A new person is born

Alive

In Poetry on December 11, 2012 at 10:00 am

To see the trees stand tall above me Image

To feel the wind flow through my hair

To hear nature speak ever so softly as if I was the only one meant to listen

To taste the dry wind on my tongue

To smell the air

For a moment to be aliveImage

To be here and only here

My mind wiped blank and filled with these senses

These words attempting to capture the stillness around me

To simply be.

(I went outside today; the sky was gray as if it was about to rain and the trees were swaying. It was a beautiful sight. It made me feel calm for once in the midst of school and finals. I was inspired to write and try to describe the moment. I’m not sure my words do it justice so I took some crummy camera phone pictures too. I like writing like this. I don’t do it often, so I’m not sure if it’s good or not but I figure I might as well put it out there).

Change in Perspective

In Poetry on December 2, 2012 at 4:58 pm
A sweet chestnut forest in the swiss alps(Ticino)

A sweet chestnut forest in the swiss alps(Ticino) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Impulsive

Implosions within perceived realities

Imposing new ideas in the mind

Inspiration

Pulse gains a different beat

Possibilities expand

 
(random idea that came to me in the middle of the night. weird how that happens. i feel like new ideas are like branches on a tree that stretch up toward the sky, while old ideas fall off like leaves in autumn. that’s probably corny, but oh well. )
 

Confused.

In Poetry on November 25, 2012 at 1:24 pm

I feel like a shell of a person. A seemingly functioning human being, yet on the inside there is nothing. I am empty. My head swells with expectations from others, but where are my own values? Somewhere along the way, I lost them while taking the path most traveled. My heart beats for something more than monotony. My dreams stray away from the norm. I am stuck in a routinary existence and it seems as if I have lost all hope of escaping. I think of what I truly want, what I desire and all that results is an overwhelming feeling of confusion.

Where is my mind

Where is my mind (Photo credit: CowGummy)

(As I sit here writing I feel so nervous that people will actually read this and see how I feel, how I really feel. It’s terrifying).

%d bloggers like this: