Out of the heart and into the fire
That’s where you and I will retire
For we can never aspire
To be what we desired
I’m preaching to the choir
I loved you prior
To you becoming a liar.
~HonestLynne
Monthly Archives: September 2013
Hidden Language of the Soul
People watched in awe
As they flew through
The air, smiles on their
Faces, defying Newton’s
Law till they came down
On the tips of their toes,
As if angels dancing upon
Clouds above, illuminating
With serenity, Moving as
Though the joy will cease
To exist, soul-stirring rhythms
Manipulating their bodies into
A perfect sync, until the music
Ended and they harmonized back
Into the human world, only
Needing the reminder of the
Music running through their
Veins, to know how they are
Truly connected.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
The Secret I Can’t Spill (Early Roughdraft)
*Favorite thing I have written in a very long time.
I pretend memories don’t exist
Stuffed in the corners of my mind
Because I think it easier to be blind
But they never let be, always insist
It took me 15 years to hear a story
If I didn’t know anything about you
None of the hurt would cut through
You deserved more, deserved glory
For I remember all that is possible
The moments right before I was told
Your watch on mom’s arm, old & gold
Kneeling by the casket, the impossible
You’re the secret I hold dear, for fear
If I say too much, I won’t be able to recall
That I’m the girl that jumped at the call
From the swing, to greet you with cheer
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Coming to Terms
Heard a song today on the radio
It sang
“What’s the greatest chapter in your book?
Are there pages where it hurts to look?”
I gave the thought a ponder or two
Diaries stuffed in the bottom of drawers
Keeping all those secrets moments
Making me cringe at just the thought
Now take all those cringing moments
They might stack up to the ceiling
But I have to give them thanks
If it wasn’t for all those scribbled journals
I wouldn’t be writing this.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Let’s Try This
Eleven on the dot
Words start flowing
Not a minute earlier
The lightbulb turns on
Time to come out and play
Thoughts start streaming
Try to gain some perspective
Have them go where
No woman has gone before
As if I have some control
But that is a laughable dream
When the words flow, they flow
They have the true control
So when they keep pointing me
In the same direction, I must apologize
I tried but it’s another one about you.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
And Yet…. A Mystery
You are the page in my diary
That I don’t want to stop writing
The story that I want to keep re-reading
The fairytale that I wake up to in the morning
And yet…
I stand cursing your name to the heavens
You’re the definition of frustration
Impossible to not drive a person crazy
Visually picture your head with darts
Any yet….
You are still a mystery.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
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