Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
On my own again
Stranded on an island
Of my thoughts-
The waters that surround me
Are currents of my memories,
Swirling whirlpools of chaos
Keeping me isolated.
I can’t escape
The dangerous waves of
Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-
But I’ll construct
My escape from this godforsaken island
With a study raft of good intentions
And move forward on unsteady waters
To a new world yet unexplored.
Isn’t it amazing
How the simplicity
Has the ability to
Purify the transgressions of the world
And set our minds at ease
To start anew?
The act of falling-
A devastating blow-
Occurs before we build
Ourselves back up.
Please consider making a donation to TIPPRblog to support more great content. Any donation is greatly appreciated!
In the end, there’s just
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
Thrust into the adult world
With growing responsibilities.
And so began a torrid love affair
Running away to L.A. under the shadow of the clouds
A day that I will never forget
I’ll be a runaway in L.A., my mind is set
I’m leaving today, a cloudy spring day.
I’m leaving today
Before I change my mind,
Before you realize I’m gone
And I see what I’ll be missing.
I’m leaving all of it behind.
Hollywood is dead, the stars are diminishing
The audience sits waiting, criticising, slowly killing them.
They need something new on the silver screen
And I’ll be the bright and shining star.
Hand me the script, I’ll captivate the crowd
Standing alone in the spotlight
Solitude- the way of life
For the runaway.