Friday, September 18, 2009

Sept. 18, 2009

Screeching
Grinding
On the rails
Heading toward the edge
Trying to
Stop.
Before I fall off
Before we fall off
And plummet to the bottom
Of an endless abyss
Of sorrow; darkness
Spiraling out of control

It's a bad feeling.
Keep me safe.
Keep you safe.
Keep us...
Happy.
Let's...
Stay away from the edge,
Shall we?

Day 17, 2009

Making a House
by: Amelia Rose
For Hon. 150

Building
Raising
A House; a home.
I am
Making
Creating.
In it will be windows;
Light
To study by.
In it will be a dishwasher
So I won't have to toil over dishes
For hours.
A soft bed, with fluffy pillows
And my Tuppy to cuddle with
In it will be
A closet; for my prayers.
From it you will see
Gardens, horses;
Children playing on the lawn
Around it you will feel love
And at the very front of it
Will be a doorknob
Waiting for someone
To enter.

Sept. 16, 2009

For Ty
[i think]

Watching, waiting wondering
Trying to sort my life
While you...
are off in the Netherlands of all places.
Don't give up
Eight months is a long time.
Just because your more than halfway
Doesn't mean you're done
You can do it
Feel the spirit
And of course,
Have some fun (:
Sept. 15

Muddy
Puddy;
Ruddy
Cruddy
Nuddy
Fuddy-Duddy
Buddy
.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Sept. 14, 2009

Rain!
Alights on my hair
As I dance alongside droplets
That glide down from the sky
Sun!
Streams on the other side of the clouds
As I play in the puddles
And rejoice in the glory of precipitation
That is so rare here.
THUNDER!
Finally roars in the distance
The rain hastens its pace
And bullets toward unsuspecting pedestrians
Racing each other
Until they become tired
And disappear just as quickly as they came
9/13/09

Cake
mmm...
Frosting
mmm...
Ice cream
mmm...
[new] Friends
Yay!!



...we made some yesterday and it was delicious!

Sunday, September 13, 2009

9/12/09

Insecurities, weaknesses, failings
Eat at me like
Lava scorching a beautiful jungle.
In the moment
Where self-esteem is at its lowest
Another arrow
Hits me in the gut.

Insecurities, weaknesses, failings;
We all have them.
But
We must not dwell on them
We must see the goodness that is there
We must not compare our weakness
To another’s strength
Because
Comparison is truly the thief of joy.

Although…sometimes
It is good to just cry ourselves to sleep
Every once in awhile…

Sept. 11

whats in a poem?
words
whats in a name?
letters
whats in a house?
furniture
whats in my shoes?
wet socks
whats in my mind?
lots
whats in a fridge?
food...

...later suckers!!




afterthoughts....consideri
ng the date i should probably write something epic in memorium of 9-11 but i'm too dag-gum hungry right now..gnight. lol [&tired]

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sept. 10

f(@1men)


One
+
Two
=
Three
x
Four-gotten
=
12
-
1
=
11

<3

—›
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Sept. 10, 2009

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

9-9-9 [365dPP]

Since You Won’t…I Will.
By: Amelia Rose

Missing you
Is hard to do
I wish you’d know the feeling
Sleepless nights
And spider bites
Keep my mind a’reeling

Memories come quickly now
Desires fight for me to bow
To them and give in once a more
But I hope I can show them the door

Loving me
Is always free
My love is there for taking
But since you don’t
(or since you won’t)
Time is just forsaking

[secrets]

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Sept. 8, 2009

The Fall of the House of...Best Friends.
By: Amelia Heer
Sadness
Dilapidation
Worldliness
Watching them
Ruin themselves,
Hurts.
Nothing I can do.
Nothing you can do.
Just...watch.
...and pray.
They can't stop our prayers.

Sept. 7th, 2009

Wo-Man.

Questions;
Thoughts
Feelings
All arise in my mind
What are you to me?
Why are you here?
How can we learn
From each other?

Memories;
Joys
Woes
All circle 'round my head
What about them?
What about you?
How can I know
Their meanings?

But I must laugh.
And stop;
And sleep.
Because
While my mind races
And slams down a resounding "no"
And my heart flutters
With a countering, "why not?"
Repeating the pattern over and over
I realize
That to the matter I am wrestling with so much
You don't give
A second thought.

So, goodnight.
And sweet dreams.
I'll see you when I see you.

Amelia Rose

Monday, September 7, 2009

Sept. 6 [365dPP]

An experiment with contemporary Haiku.

Llama.
by amelia rose

Soft as new-spun wool
I travel across the lands
And spit, 'cause I can.




**inspired by a VERY soft and wonderful wall decor at Sarah's (my roommate's) G-ma's house.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Sept. 5 [365dPP]

The Moments That Are Ours
By: Amelia Rose

Can you feel it?
The hush before the storm
The storm of new adventure
Knocking on our door?

It’s like I’m
Riding on a moonbeam,
Racin’ to the sea
Watchin’ stoplights flicker,
Just you and me

Ohh

Why
Is it that I love
The gleam in your eye
As if from above
It makes me feel so right
[chorus:]
Like the glory of an angel
The glimmer of the stars
The blazing rays of sunlight;
The moments that are ours
Is life like the movies?
Do dreams really come true?
Can the light of heaven
Connect me to you?

Do you think…it’s true?

[music break]

Ohh

How
Is it that I feel
That the time is now
For us to make it real?
[chorus:]
Like the glory of an angel
The glimmer of the stars
The blazing rays of sunlight;
The moments that are ours
Is life like the movies?
Do dreams really come true?
Can the light of heaven
Connect me to you?

Ohh, is it real?
Is is right?
Do you feel it tonight?

And are you
Riding on a moonbeam,
Racin’ to the sea
Watchin’ stoplights flicker,
Staying close with me?

Do you
Hope to live forever?
Can you learn to be my friend
Dance with me in silence
Love me till the end?

Ohh

Why
Is it that I love
The gleam in your eye
As if from above
It makes me feel so right
[chorus:]
Like the glory of an angel
The glimmer of the stars
The blazing rays of sunlight;
The moments that are ours
Is life like the movies?
Do dreams really come true?
Can the light of heaven
Connect me to you?

Oh the glory of an angel
The glimmer of the stars
Can’t replace the wonder
Of the moments that are ours
The moments that are…ours.

Oh I love…
You know I love…

Friday, September 4, 2009

The Horn-e Hall. (lol)

Horn on the wall
Of the Heritage Hall
Not a turtle in a ball
But a skull of a bull who lost a fierce brawl.
Rather small;
Makes me feel tall.
No longer shall I stall,
Nor live in gall.
Let's just go to the mall.
And let that be all
For this semester fall. (:

Sept. 3 [365-DPP]

The Age of My Soul
By: Amelia Rose

Sometimes, I feel it.
In brief, fleeting glimpses
I feel it;
The age of my soul;
The weight of eternity.
It's not remembering, persay.
Just a feeling, a sensation
Truth.

When my mom tells me stories
Of how I was as a child;
Fearless, bold, innocent, pure;
Wise;
I feel it.

In the transience of an instant
A sense of connection with the premortal
Grazes my spirit;
A witness of the truth and glory of Eternity.

I may have only 18 years on this planet
But my soul is much older
My soul is, and was, and will be
Forever.
365-Day Poetry Project!

So I have decided that I am going to write a poem or "take a photograph" of myself every day for a year. I will post them on here and on my blog at arose1223.blogspot.com (since BYU's blocked myspace don't bother checking there :/ ).
Actually I got the idea from the beautiful Miss Elyse Dolan. Indeed I shall not fail to give credit where credit is due. However, I am adapting her idea to fit my love of poetry rather than photography. (But it's essentially the same thing, if you ask me.)

Well here's the first one and I will list it as Wednesday, Sept. 2, 2009.

Enjoy!

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A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman

I am. I am the violet ribbon of a rainbow streaking across the sky. I am a wild rose, fully blossomed with the firstfruits of spring. I am a radiant butterfly fluttering about a beautiful garden. I am a sunrise to a glorious day. One day I will be the sunset. Each day I am a new poem. I am my favorite book; every leaf holds something beautiful and treasured. I am a worn-out, dirty, falling-apart Raggedy Anne doll, there whenever a friend is needed. I am a link of a chain. I am a brick in a wall; you can put sticky tack on me and I will hold things up (until the sticky tack gives at least). I am the trick candle on the birthday cake; no matter how many times I’m blown out, eventually I flicker back to life. I am the CTR ring on your finger whispering, reminding to choose the right. I am a blanket, cuddle with me and I’ll keep you warm. I am deodorant. Without me your life would stink. I am Goldfish; “the wholesome snack that smiles back until you bite my head off!” I am your favorite pair of shoes; a little old, a little worn, a little scuffed, but still your favorite. I am a photo collage of everyone I’ve ever known. I am a movie. I am a clock ticking away. I am a sail on a ship, fluttering in the breeze. I am a music note resounding in the chamber of a great concert hall. I am the water that flows through a cactus. I am…a Tree! My leaves feast upon the light and glory of my Savior. I am a match hoping to kindle a brilliant, blazing fire somewhere in the forest of mankind. I am a star shining in the night. I am infinity. I am eternity. I am.

Are you?