I have been neglectful
my old friend,
I forgot the feeling
of paper and pen.
This leaves me regretful
but this is not the end.
I will leave you squealing
with my new found yen.
~Lynne
Tag Archives: journaling
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
Bliss
Early morning,
everyone is sleeping
and there’s just you.
No one to bother you, interrupt your thoughts,
Or remind you of the present.
When you can just think or not think.
When you can dream or fantasize.
Time to think of your life, friends, or family.
Escape into a book, a movie, or just the silence.
My time. Bliss.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Uncategorized
I Crave The Me That You See
Me.
I crave the me that you see.
I have lost sight of my own eyes.
Disbelief has made my reflection compromised.
As if my head has been disconnected.
My heart, my brain, infected.
I feel like an absentee.
I crave the me that you see.
So much potential you say
Do I believe you or fade away?
How much of me am thee?
Like tasting fruit from a poisonous tree.
I try to give the third degree
I crave the me that you see
Me is turning into you.
A lost soul with no point of view,
A vision of what you craved
This is the path that you paved.
But I will be an escapee
A mirror I will come across
My poetry is like my sign of the cross.
A reflection that my mind can recognize
I will not need the sight of my eyes.
To crave the me that I read.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
Lost: Creative Spark
When you have found yourself withdrawn
The writer will hold on
For what was here and gone
Might just have a spawn
That could creep up at dawn.
~HonestLynne
Filed under Poetry
An Everyday Girl's Outlet 