A Little Poetry

Are We Happy

Are we really happy here, with this lonely game we play
Looking for words to say
Searching but not finding -- understanding anyway
We're lost in this masquerade

Both afraid to say we're just too far away
From being close together from the start
We try to talk it over, but the words got in the way
We're lost inside this lonely game we play

Thoughts of leaving disappear every time I see your eyes
No matter how hard I try
To understand the reasons that we carry on this way
We're lost in a masquerade . . .

I wrote this while I was in my terrible twenties.

Why?

Why do I travel this lonely road?
Why do I carry this heavy load?
Why do I cry when someone dies?
Why do I feel sad when my child flies?
Why do I enjoy the gentle rain on my face?
Why do I go at this godly pace?
Why do I keep looking and searching?
Why do I go on when I should be resting?
Why do I feel so empty and alone?
Why do I have the feeling that it's time to go home?

Maranda ~

Life is what you make it friend !

Choose joy and see, so it is.

~ Allie

Allie,

Thanks.
Just sharing some old poetry.
Many years on feeling just fine with my lot in life.
I have no complaints whatsoever.

My Sisters, My Friends ~

Our shared and separate memories,
Our lives entwined and apart,
Our love for one another,
Secure in mind and heart.
Long remembered joys,
Never forgotten dreams,
Hurts and hopes, smiles and tears,
We took them to extremes.
Inviolate and sacred
Our bond will ever be
The line of life that runs
From the both of you to me.

For My Brother

Our ages are quite different, but
We're siblings nonetheless,
And on your wedding day I feel
A strong, bright tenderness.
There is a hollow in my heart
That you will always fill.
No matter who or where you are,
Your place remains there still.
And now, though you begin anew,
A husband with a wife,
Know my pride and hope and love
Are yours throughout your life.

:) Alright, I understand!!

!!!

~ Allie