| Poetry by Stacey Denman |
| Weapon I once fell in love with you - and then I did it again My only weapon I have against this hurt is this pen I write words of love, anger and hurt Things I can say - spontaneously spurt Like you lied to me - you broke my heart And how I hate you - and hate when we are apart I have no revenge to take - no expectations Only this time to write my personal observations Nothing I have done has changed your mind You are always going to leave me behind Yet has sad as this is to me to know - I refuse to have it not let me grow I have come to see and I have learned Not everyone's love can be earned. By Stacey Denman |
| Boat in the Bay I might as well cry over the milk before the spill, Its’ going to happen again I know it will. What one can do to you I’ve come to discover, Been burned so hard – feels like I will never recover. Constant doubts on if I am halfway decent, Long ago teenage fears – seeming all too recent. Love so close yet reasons will make it far away, Pretty to watch sail – but still far in the bay. So forgive me for wanting to stop time for a while, Wanting a picture - just of your smile, Wanting to never leave your warm embrace. I am afraid – therefore I rest my case. By Stacey Denman |
| Hello Ms. Zebra Hello Ms. Zebra, you fell out of a song – That I heard when I wasn’t all that young. Life’s a joke but not a rhyme, Nothing you figure out in time – Except for that being wrong -- means right sometimes My best guess is – if it is at that - To many of our fears wear our favorite hats, To many disguises in what we wear - Thinking our armor won’t tear, Then we want children, so we can leave a legacy, So it really does boil down to just you and me, We play blind even though we can really see – Swinging from the family tree As we fall from the broken limb – another committed sin Hello Ms Zebra – funny I found you here Did you piss off someone dear? I do it all the time – life is what I make of mine, So I’ll gather all the leaves and ask you one time – Will you let me bury my face in your mane? And for on second go insane? I need arms around me – though others may wonder – I’m just another freak to ponder – HELLO Ms. Zebra, you fell out of a song – About the time I learned I wasn’t all that WRONG. By Stacey Denman |
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| Clue Got a clue just the other day There wasn't any other way Got to let it all go and relax Quit over analyzing this and that Came to me in a dream, Weird as it was I'm not always the reason, Nor always the cause. Matter of fact, in it all, I play a very small part I have one problem And that’s my heart Torn to shreds so Many times I lost count But then it heals so quickly, I forget to doubt By Stacey Denman |
| The Seam These things I think and wonder – I wish you could see. I think of all these things and the winds touches me. I wish you were in my head and knew what all goes on- Maybe you would find things you knew all along. I can get over you – over this dream – I can undo the seam. The fabric is fake sometimes – can’t you tell? Yet you thought you knew me so well. No one has brought out so many emotions you see – You’ve brought out the very best and worst in me – Sometimes within hours of each other at that – I didn’t know I could be so hurtful and compassionate. Don’t shop if you’re hungry – even if you just might be – You don’t need to look for anything in your time of need. Yet with you it somehow seems everyday is brand new – Just when I think I have you figured out I lack a clue/ I can get over you – I wish your heart would give. Please know for sure that without you I would still live. But this adventure is one I wish to take – Maybe a better person of me will it make. By Stacey Denman |
| The Best Kaleidoscope Ever It twists; it turns And holds the light- And everything changes As you move the sight. Just like life it Varies on angles- A bunch of pretty Knots and tangles- It reminds me Of you in a way- The patterns differ From day to day. In my hand I have the Best kaleidoscope ever- Like you, I want To keep it forever. By Stacey Denman |
