Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

don't run when happiness finds you
don't duck and hide
revel in the moment
enjoy the space
you deserve to be here

be.


down for you x ta ku,

the latest song that I can't stop playing

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

who are you
with the light's off
behind closed doors
when no one knows that the identity is yours
when out of town
unidentified
which parts do you show
what parts do you hide
 
 
 
.... and why?
 
 
 
 
 
shari renee

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The Deep End

Let life break your heart
until your heart becomes
unbreakable.
Try. Fail. Risk.
Jump off the deep end.
 
There are no conditions to love.
And no end to it's depths.
 
-Jeff Foster
 
 
( SIDE NOTE: I've discovered a new obsession with Ancient Egyptian culture. Currently taking in everything I can find on the subject. )

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Writing Prompt: How Do You Express Yourself?

I express myself
through the joy that spills out of me in a sing song voice
rather than words simply spoken
the slight dance in my seat when the food is too good to enjoy sitting still
through the sway of my hips as I walk up to him
smile on my lips
butterflies as I plant a kiss on his grin
through the shy glance that I give when everything's not alright
the sternness in my voice when a subject arises for which
I'd fight
the clothes on my back
every shade, cut and color
the style of my hair
influenced by none other
the weight on my shoulders when times are too tough to bare
through the inflection in my voice as excitement squeals out of me
as I sulk on the couch
and hide tears that I don't want the world to see
through the embrace that I give after too much time spent apart
the tighter I squeeze,
the dearer to my heart
I express myself
when I press pen to paper
capturing moments in time
with every line
after a long day
ordering vodka, no chaser
at the top of my lungs as I belt out my favorite tune
as I strut through the place like there is no one else in the room
I express myself through the color of my nails
through the battles that I choose
the markings on my body
that I will never lose
my expressions are dramatic
and at times rather subtle
my expressions are mine, no room for rebuttal

-shari renee

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Take Me Away

take me away
to where palm trees
provide shade,
where sun rays radiate
a Midas' touch on my skin
reflection on my outer
of my glow from within,
wanderlust stricken
with no other cure
I feel like I'm stuck in this cocoon
of a room
drowning in familiarity
I need to break free soon.
feeling my last gasp of
 tedious monotony
ho hum hurrahs,
commonplace consistencies
will never be enough
to cure
this bore
that has taken over me,
I need to feel liberated
experience things I've never seen.
to strive to survive
outside of the box of desolate despondency,
these average expectations I will never see
because they will never be
me.
 
 
shari renee
 


Monday, March 3, 2014

Ectotherm

the light at the other end of the tunnel is blinding
so much easier to go back the way I came
walking toward the unknown
vision impaired
but it feels so natural,
so right
how can I look away
from such a beautiful light
how can I stray
luring me in with her warmth
a chill on my back
I glance over my shoulder
so many layers to be shed
should I forge ahead

and still,
ectotherm.

3/2/14
shari renee

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

"Thoughts on an Airplane Napkin"

So fucking noisy
The chatty 20-something's surrounding on this plane
Chatter on and on about their happy go lucky lives
Phil can't wait to surprise his girlfriend in Atlanta
And Kat just got promoted at her job...
The plane bounces along 
Engine roars outside my window
Sun beams in my eyes
But no sound louder than the thoughts clouding my mind

I hate feeling anxious. 

Only certain people have this affect on me
Or should I say person
The plane makes its bouncy descent down the runway 
We're up next
And next for me is reuniting with you
The same you who still has the ability to make me feel
after all this time,
... against my will.
Because my will isn't free with you
It's been nine months since I've touched your skin
And as I sit here writing this 
I can't help but wonder will it feel the same?
What will I say, 
What will you say?
Our conversations have been few and far between as of late
I'm to blame.
It seemed easier to run from you then to be sucked back into your web 
But here I am.
On this plane.
Waiting.
Walking a thin line,
knowing there's a chance I can get tangled up again 
Waiting.
to travel clear across the country
In search of a break from the reality that's overwhelmed me 
Because that's all it'll be
Distraction...
Or will it?
A taste of a fantasy 
long shot down 
a coma
But it's still breathing..

Lift off.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

I ignored that text a few weeks ago,
it was the right thing to do to protect my soul.
It's crazy, the way you touched me you'll never know,
still hear your words in my head that encourage me to grow.
I was so closed off, and all you wanted to do was open me,
put me on to new things, show me things in me that I couldn't see.
I see things a lot clearer now, but I still can't let you in,

things are so different now
between us
well, the us that used to be
or almost was
never fully manifested because I looked you over

now it's over

ps. you were the only one my mother really approved of

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

words on a page


the relationship we never had
mutual friends
cool with mom and dad
reminiscing on the past

... because
you
have
a
past

full of memories that last and last.
while your and my tale was never really written
a rough draft
a sequel, with no real beginning
never made it to print
thrown in the "no" pile
all the while
still craving her smile
the one that could never do any wrong
despite all the sins you spoke of

you always were the type to prefer thrillers over romantic comedies
like the romantic comedy,
or thought of you and me

but there was that one time you laughed.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013


too much pressure
too much pressure

I don't want to be in love

too strong a feeling
would bring (on) too much healing

and I like the way I was...

much rather be alone
that way no one can ever leave me

although you've showed me time and time again..

I prefer that no one ever need me.





composed Mar 2013
Shari Renee

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