Thursday, February 27, 2014
Posted by Melanie O'Brien at 27.2.14
Thursday, February 20, 2014
My poor body can only take so much
my threads of being aren’t meant for double dutch.
I’m aging and fragile, tattered and worn
I know for a fact this wasn’t why I was born.
Your words are like pins shoved straight into me
you may forget them but from them I can’t flee.
I’m not meant to suffer for the choices you make
and when you say sorry it just sounds so fake.
I’m not here to be tortured for what others do
but I swallow my feelings and just end up blue.
I don’t have a connection to those which you fight
so the pain you inflict just keeps me up at night.
You may just see me as your personal doll
to practice your voodoo on one and all
but there’s a simple fact that always rings true,
us poor little voodoo dolls, we need some love too.
Posted by Melanie O'Brien at 20.2.14
Thursday, February 13, 2014
42 years ago today
you were brought to this world for me.
People seem to think there's no way
but there's more to us than they see.
The 2 of us just make sense
and almost 5 years goes to show
that while life can get intense
together we just learn and grow.
I'm grateful your parents had you
and that may sound like a cliche
but the love I have for you is true
and I wish you a happy birthday!
Posted by Melanie O'Brien at 13.2.14
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Lost in the forest on a moonlight night
The howling wolves put you in a fright
No place to run to and no place to hide
All of a sudden there's a noise at your side
You look down to see if it's what you fear
And it looks back up at you with a sneer
You say a quick prayer and hold very still
And hope you don't shiver from the cold chill
From way up above you hear a shrill scream
You find yourself hoping that it's all a dream
You're too scared to look up and can't look down
You try to remember which way to town
There is a faint whisper heard in the breeze
You sense something else way up in the trees
The wolf starts to whimper and backs away
You are almost wishing that it would stay
The scream sounds again and away it goes
You are now on your own and your fear grows
You take a step forward just to see
If what's above will just let you be
It seems like it's ok to move ahead
But then comes the scream that you now dread
You quickly look up to see what you find
You begin to think it's all in your mind
To your left something looks like a fairy
But it's the moon that is somewhat scary
The moon looks back at you with dark eyes
It stares at you with no compromise
The fairy like being flitters around
You just stand there not making a sound
The moon screams again, the fairy just falls
Next thing you know you hear the wolf calls
"Say your last prayers" whispers the moon
You realize that your time will end soon
The wolves begin to all gather around
You look to and fro, the fairy's not found
Was it all just a figment of your mind?
The moon says "Yes, I was just being kind"
"The fairy was not a fairy at all"
You suddenly feel frightenly small
The wolves close in and they begin to drool
The moon starts to laugh and calls you a fool
They begin to sniff and lick for a taste
If you just give up it would be a waste
You decide to run and the chase ensues
You trip and fall; you can feel the big bruise
The wolves catch up and begin to prepare
Now your one on one and you just stare
There is nothing left to do or to say
You now figure it's over, come what may
The wolf is perplexed, sensing no fight
It spares your life and runs off in the night
The moon whispers down "It's a lucky few"
"Follow the path that I've lit for your view"
"Don't come back to this forest of dread"
"For if you do, you'll be leaving it dead"
Posted by Melanie O'Brien at 12.2.14
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Orange skies guide the oncoming storm,
fogginess before it hits is often the norm.
Hot humid days and even more humid nights
create the perfect atmosphere for electric lights.
The horizon harbors the storm's clouds,
sometimes the view brings out the crowds.
The smell in the air is ripe with the threat
of the clouds opening up to make everything wet.
The foliage is waiting for the rain to pour
a recent drought's causing its thirst to soar.
The trees seem to reach further up in the sky
cause their roots are also very thirsty and dry.
The water will fall quenching the Earth's thirst
in doing its job it becomes quite immersed.
When the task is complete all becomes serene,
everything once again appears lush and green.
Artwork by Cathy / Artist
Posted by Melanie O'Brien at 6.2.14