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Wednesday, May 14, 2008

  • BEAUTY'S BOREDOM

    Hardly time to breathe let alone xanga lately but I felt the need to post something so I hope you enjoy it....

    Beauty’s Boredom

     

     

    Beauty is bored with silver stilettos

    ….that trip her up

     

    implications gleam

         in those tips

              revealing change

                  on horizons unseen

     

    drowning dreams

         cast doubt

              in seas unbridled

                   with intimate suggestions

     

    shocking curves reward

         those consumed

              by her boredom

                   when the stilettos come off





Friday, May 09, 2008

  • Glutton

    WhooHoooo it's Friday! Whew, that was a long work week...hopefully the weekend won't be to short.
    It was kinda cool, I went to Static Movement's website today and they have their May issue up. My poem 'Glutton' is on there. You can check it out here:  http://staticmovement.com/  Just click on May and under poems look for Glutton. I've never really been into submitting my poems to anyone until recently so it's kinda cool for me to see them in different places now. Anyway hope you get a chance to check it out. It's about a vampire... Enjoy!
    I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend and a wonderful Mothers Day....

Monday, May 05, 2008

  • Into The Wild

    I watched ‘Into the Wild’ last night. Of course it made me cry but it was a really good movie. Even though he may have been extreme in his actions, I can really relate to what he was trying to do. I feel so bombarded by life sometimes. There is not even time for Xanga! A simple life seems more than welcome to me right now. To just abandon the corporate BS I’m stuck in, to just pick up and leave this daily grind behind, to teach my kids the importance of breathing clean air and appreciating nature instead of appreciating having the latest cell phone or ‘oh my god Mom, I can’t wear that because I just wore it the other day and someone might remember!’

    I need little reminders to keep my goals in focus. My goals are not material and I really hope I can pass that onto my daughters. I don’t always to a good job on this. I was raised poor so I think that I overcompensate with them. I want to give them what I did not have but it can backfire by them not having appreciation for the ‘small’ things that really can make you happy in life. How do we teach our children to have a firm grasp on what is really important in life? Hmmmm I guess that movie left me in a ponderous mood!

Monday, April 28, 2008

  • Pink Slippers and Vodka

    I'm sending off the book cover today! WhoooHoooo. My cousin in law designed the cover. Sketching is a hobby of his. It is a sketch of a girl in the water looking up at a raven. In the water are words floating around her. I think he did a good job. He stayed up several nights sketching his little heart out. I am so proud of him! I'm a little nervous about sending it off today though. I hope the publisher likes it.... anyway I shall not fear. Everything else has worked out great so far.

    Here is a poem for this delicious Monday:

    Pink Slippers and Vodka

     

    I flutter about

         in my pink slippers

    sipping

         on your latest concoction

     

    vodka kisses

         carve shapes into this

    gossamer heart

         still beating like a paper drum

     

    your heated dream falls

         in time

    as mystery plays

         it's own little tune

     

    you ask me to be your butterfly

        freshly emerged

    from your cocoon

         dripping

       d

          r

        o

           p

        s

    of freedom

     

    I just hover before you

         naked

    with flesh fingers crawling

         from this dagger of dependency

     

    you remain hypnotized

         by my unspoken words

    waiting for me to disappear

         with my slippers and drink unspilled

     

    reality mingles with such a sweet sting

         and you remain in love

    with this hurricane of danger

         as I flutter away



Friday, April 25, 2008

  • Skeletons! Yikes....

    I had some skeletons come stalking me from my closet last weekend.... instead of letting it get me down I try and write myself well if that makes any sense.....so here is the outcome:

     

    Mayhems Bones

     

     

    now and then the

    skeletons

    come out to play

    they rise from

    unmade beds

    and creep around my head

    bringing Mayhem with them

     

    the iceberg tips

    and my illusion of togetherness

    evaporates

    as they run amok

    with much stomping and screaming

     

    in a forgotten breath

    asylum bones

    franticly twist and

    distort trust

    whispering of hushed memories

     

    I become an empty saint

    full of sin

    falling dramatically

    to the bottom of

    …everything

     

    nothing is as it seems

    so I travel

    beyond planets

    beyond the moon

    striking heaven

    with a clenched fist

     

    angry at the aching

    that cuts

    like a serrated blade

    …cold, heartless

     

    I chase cadaverous bones

    around the room

    until I find myself

    crumpled

    on the floor

    next to yesterday’s laundry

     

    mayhem sooths me

    with her tears and murmurs

    that softly fall against my skin

     

    rising, I wipe away

    haunting recollections

    that left me cold

     

    now clacking bones

    have calmed

    I safely tuck them

    back in bed

    with a misplaced

    lullaby

     

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  • I have 3 beautiful daughters and an incredible husband. We live in California. I absolutely LOVE to write poetry. I just write whatever is rolling around in my head (there is always something rolling in there!). If it turns into a poem later then I have a sense of healing. I am currently attempting to publish a book. I am VERY excited about this. I also have 5 years clean and sober so I like poems about the struggles of recovery. My greatest challenge? Raising teenager daughters! Yikes! I work for a telecommunications company and write whenever I get the chance! I don't have a lot of time for Xanga, but when I get the chance I love to read other peoples poetry or short stories.

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  • WickedBetty
    DUDE! We have the same profile. It's kind cool, but messed me up, I thought I was still on my profile!! I'm really tired today, that's my excuse. Have a happy thursday!
  • vexations
    Waves, have a good day. Thanks for the comment on my Foxy lady poem.