Saphfire Poems

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must keep this going

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 02:44:42 GMT

have to keep this active or I will lose it all... need a computer.... aaaaahhhhhh!!!!

What goes to Hell

Tue, 20 Sep 2005 21:45:41 GMT

What goes to Hell stays in Hell
Or so the story's told
Then why do I keep pulling him out
My heart is growing cold

I wretch with every thought
Every compromise a thrash

Yet still I remain here
With a tattered warrior's sash

Wrapped around my neck
Praying to fall and die
This cold hearted bitch
Should break free and fly

But instead my mind is shattered

My emotions take a dive
As I ponder once again
Hell's compromise

I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him!!!!!!

My demons

Tue, 20 Sep 2005 21:43:01 GMT

I sold my soul to the Devil,
only to find I had no soul to sell.
Then some friends sent good vibes
And my soul was retrieved

But the lesson is faulty
For I haven't learned a thing
I will still ignite the fires
and choose my demons well

Tag board isn't working

Mon, 18 Jul 2005 11:41:47 GMT

Hey, just annoyed by the tag board... so I will respond to <ME> via an entry. Yes.. I'm sorry for not responding in a timely fashion. It's summer break for the kids and I wouldn't feel right being on the computer all day. Besides, the computer is in my brother in laws room cuz my soon to be exhusband never brought it upstairs when he moved his room... and well... the dynamics are a bit squirrely.

I had to make an entry to respond because for some reason the tag board kept wiggin out and kicking me off.

Happy day to the tag board folks!

Forsaken

Thu, 09 Jun 2005 14:32:47 GMT

Forsaken

Trampled by the days gone by
Holden by the truth despised
Gilded by the shame I cry
Forsaking all but time

Tossed about and plainly seen
Tattered, torn - my broken seams
Patched and mended I look to be
But only on the surface deep

Those who see beyond my face
Can see before this time and place
They'll tell a tale of rage and hate
Where innocence is not so safe

Where Laughter hurts
And Love is cruel
Where Sorrow's a friend
And Trust's a fool

So close your eyes
I'm fine. I'm fine.
Look past me
I'll hide. I'll hide.

Choose another as your friend
For I've forsaken all but Time

Only Tomarrow Knows

Wed, 08 Jun 2005 17:38:00 GMT

ONLY TOMARROW KNOWS

Jonquil's sullen faces stay
Amidst the cracked and faded clay
Pleading Sky to drown and quench
Bid the sun to hide away

Eagle seeks the trees to dim
To cool the quills, parlay the sin
Spirit coasts on sunlit sky
Ascended breath brings life to him

Dolphins dance betwix the light
Of rays refracting depths of sight
Within the womb of Earth's own soul
The ocean's warmed by ancient rite

Hues of purple, pink and gold
Enblazoned sun sets gently low
And what will come from days to be?
Only Tomarrow knows...

Results

Mon, 06 Jun 2005 22:03:16 GMT

Well, I haven't written much lately... but the poem Autumn's Dance won and Editor's Choice award from Poetry.com. It will be published in a book and they asked for my permission to allow them to record my poem with clasical music behind it on a 3 CD set. Kinda cool... even if it is just bull shit from a publishing company who's making alot of money off of folks to buy the books they are published in.... I see the forest through the trees.. but it makes for a good obituary...LOL ( I still want to send in something that I know for a fact stinks to see if it will still win something.... I'm famous for my personal experiments.. I like to bring the bull to the surface so I can point and say I was right... Yes, it's a character flaw.. but it's alright... I enjoy it...LOL )

Look for new entries soon... I feel the juices flowin' .....

Caged

Tue, 03 May 2005 14:42:12 GMT

Caged

My unfallen tears
Turn to bile in my belly.

My silent cries
Heave in discontent.

My caged emotions
Sicken me.

Sweet liberation
To be free of them!

Within

Mon, 18 Apr 2005 15:25:11 GMT

Within

Am I to look inside and see
Someone else looking out of me?
Will I curse and banish this little child
Or set her free to be untamed and wild?

And the adult therein
With her sensual side...
She has an appetite for lust
That's never satisfied

Will I inhibit her seductions
And allow her to implode
Or seek out the loves
That she desires to know?

And the one who nurtures
Teaches and reads
Will this parent within me
Take a break and find peace?

Where do I look to find myself?
Where do I go to find solice?
When will I be allowed to be free?
Will I even respond if you call us?

The mirror shatters.
A million reflections of me
Lay dormant and alone
Yet I stand as one... longing to be free

From all of it....

This poem is not about multiple personality disorder or any such thing.. though it could be interpreted that way. It's just the very real search for authenticity of self amidst the cloaks and titles we often have to wear from day to day. The wanting to be free of the pretense and the "have to's". We've all been there. Searching.. wishing.. daydreaming that things were different.

When you stand alone, in the silence and look in the mirror... can you say that you TRUELY know who you are? Does that reflection really represent who you are on the inside? Do you see anger or happiness? Do you see a mischievious little child.. or a sensuous adult? Do you see your authentic self? Would you even recognize her?