Cursed & Charmed

Sometimes I forget to breath,
For all my Sorrows,
I'm sometimes charmed,
Perfect in my own way.

Some people forget to live,
The passing moments in between,
Holding tight to an idea,
Boiled down to a bitter ounce.

True joy, happiness,
Sometimes painful,
Sometimes charmed,
Rarely what we think.

Whispers, A New Year's Poem

Photo © Anna Harper 2013

A new year is unfolding,
like a soft whisper on the lips of a young child,
like the moment before a kiss,
with all the hope and excitement of the unknown,
like a blossom petals curled tightly concealing beauty within.
Cheers to a new year and all that it brings!
Another year to love, laugh, be more joyful and right our wrongs.

Wishing you the best year you can imagine!

Dreams Traveled

Photo by Eflon

I am too sad today to go and I am too sad to laugh,
Though, I will find a way to dabble through my day,
The time just slips through my fingers like water,
I feel as if there is no substance for me to hold,
I squeeze my hands shut tight and find they just hurt,
I shut my eyes and hope to be somewhere or someone else,
And yet I find a way to smile and travel for miles in my mind.
My motionless wonderings open my mind,
I remember important secrets I have forgotten,
I relax once again and see I am loved,
No action can be defined to one exact reason.
The world is complex, my daydreaming healing.
I don't know everything and that is good.

I love the mystery and wonder that is life.

Peace

Peace is not always silence.
Peace is about sharing what's on your mind,
Peace is letting others speak their minds,
Peace is finding ways to make relationships work or ending them,
Peace is loving them anyway from a distance if you need to.
Peace is thinking for yourself.
Peace is caring for your wellbeing as much as you do others,
peace is knowing you are good enough,

Peace is what you make of it.

Words

Words to cut marrow, anger and sorrow,
Words you regret and forget,
Words you wish you could say,
Words familiar, well worn and clumsy,
Words inspiring, uplifting, strengthening and reassuring,
Words healing and forgiving,
Words full of life and death.

Summer

Wind blows through green waves,

Dreams of your smile warm my heart,

I lay in the grass.

Pink Bike

The following is a short poem I wrote when I got my first bike.

Cute princess bike,
Cheap bright pink paint,
Plastic streamers sprouting from the handlebars,
Banana seat with cartoon flowers,
Last one in the store,

Rode as fast as I could down hill,
Wind in my face, hands in the air,
Hit a pothole,
Wrecked,
Skinned my knee,
Scraped the pink paint,
Smiled.