when you stare at the sky
have you ever felt alone
first its looks like navy
then a fading gray
finally the color cold
have you ever looked down at the earth
just wanting to absorb its warmth
and all you realize is that
all you are
is bits and pieces
of rocks, twigs, and dirt
have you ever wished for a life across the water
because you just didn’t know that each stroke
would just take you farther and farther
away from the love that is your home
when all you were trying to do
was find the place
where you didn’t feel so
alone.
yesterday I was feeling very sad for a lot of reasons. and I ate 5 krispy kreme donuts and that didn’t even help. yes in a row. but last night I had a dream (I dreamed a dreeeeeam…..) that I was mountain biking in the grand canyon (I don’t know if thats even possible….) but anyway so I got to the top of this ridge and looked down and felt so small, and scared, but it was very beautiful. Then these words came into my mind (in my dream) and they might be just the stupidest words ever… but in my dream I felt like I was maya angelou or something :)
and thats why I have this blog so that I’m not the only one who has to endure the products of my imagination. ha ha ha… sticking it to the man.
another post script…
sometimes I write/feel things because of how i feel about other people’s situations… not because I feel this way (but at the same time don’t we all feel these feelings anyway at different times)
I just want to clarify because I don’t want someone showing up on my doorstep with syringe full of Prozac ready to inject in my butt cheek.
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Very thought provoking. I like the picture and your butt cheek too.
By Hubby on 02.24.10 11:22 am | Permalink
Punkin. Don’t feel lonely now that we’ve found each other:-)
At any point in that dream does someone then begin throwing doughnuts at the cyclist’s butt and they all stick and make it look like a giant doughnut butt?
Write a poem about kindred spirits journeying across a void of confusion and noise to a place where they can hear only the clarity of they’re sychronized minds screaming for understanding and finding at last a familiar tune and the other half of their unsung lyrics.
Was that poem worthy??? Come on now, you gotta give me props for that.
By Michelle on 02.24.10 2:31 pm | Permalink
Thanks Michelle and Chad.
sometimes I need to STOP drink 4 glasses of red wine before I write a post.
:)
or maybe it was that Nicholas Sparks movie the night before that got me so melencholy.
By Shellie on 02.24.10 3:18 pm | Permalink
do you think if i copy this post on my blog i could really get someone to stop by with a syringe of prozac???
By rychelle on 02.24.10 3:42 pm | Permalink
lol @ rychelle
Shellie do you think some people believe you drink red wine? If so, do those people also believe that if they forward an email from Bill Gates they’ll get $25 for every time someone forwards it?
By Some Lurker on 02.24.10 4:13 pm | Permalink
Small. That is when I feel small.
By Rachel Sue on 02.24.10 7:53 pm | Permalink
Guess I’ll put my syringe away. Beautiful poetry.
By Brodi Ashton on 02.25.10 9:49 am | Permalink
I love you Shellie, you’re so awesome! And I love that you put it out there, we all feel like that, or we feel different things just sometimes we’re not willing to actually write about it in case someone doesn’t get it. I sooo get it!! :)
By Mel on 02.25.10 11:03 am | Permalink
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