Forgiveness

Forgiveness is a tricky thing
Some say they are forgiving,
While others never stoop that low.
I do confess
I easily forgive, but only
when my heart's not well.
I'm weak like that
He'll say he'll call me,
But never does the phone ring
He says he'll be right back
And never does he come
While I, so silly is my state
Wait every second for him.
That phone will ring!
I tell myself,
But never does it do so.
I know it won't,
I know you lied,
I know its not forgetfulness.
Yet I persist to be this nice.
I do not show I'm angry,
I do not show I'm mad,
Dare not I act that peeved
When next time I do see you.
Forgiveness comes too easy,
One word from those sweet lips
Makes me forget,
The torment I've been feeling.
One look inside your eyes,
Forgetfulness...
What lies?

***2003-2004***

Brewing...

The feeling's boiling still
It's not yet brewed to brim
I've no expression for you yet
I'm still mid-simmer here

With time the feeling will float up
Cooked, done, and merry to the top
It will announce its presence to me,
And I shall surely write it down!

Two halves

You are a lost and confused soul
That dares to dream forever
I am a lost and confused soul
And wish to dream forever

We are alike and yet apart
You dream of lies and live a life
I dream of life and live a lie
We are alike and yet apart

You're not alone yet, act it
I'm not alone yet, feel it
We are two halves; identical.
Yet fit not to each other.

**2003, this was a sister poem to the "split halves" posted earlier below as it was really written in response to the same individual.**

In years past gone and done

In years past gone and done
I'd said I haven't got the words.
Today I have too many of them
And you to shower them with!
They say time gives one wisdom
To me it gave; perspective,
Which ain't so bad considering
I now can speak my mind.

Split Halves

My heart pangs me with shame
These words we spoke so privately
Distressed my mind and peace
I do believe the load's too big
For me to carry soundly,
I fear this is the end
I can not handle this
I want too much
And you;
A bit.
Our hungers differ,
Our paths are split.
There is no hope,
To join in peace
These two such halves;
Forever must be split.

*2003***

Taste of Forbidden Love

Forbidden Love
if taste you had,
You'd taste
like April showers,
or like the dew, upon the grass
fresh fallen from the skies.
and if you were a fruit
You'd be a grape
So innocent outside,
But flavorsome inside.
And if you were a flower,
You'd be a tulip
not yet bloomed,
The petals closed so tight
Yet its inside, the nectar lie.
And if you were a child,
You'd be the one that's shy.
For not a soul should know,
That you have done a wrong.

***2003***

more bunnies

So after much hesitation I worked up the nerve to inquire at a local children's boutique if they would be interested in selling one of my handmade Amigurumi dolls....well they didn't say no but did ask to see a sample. I worked this bunny up just for the special occasion. Hopefully she goes on her show and tell next week...or sooner. Overall, very proud of this one as it has been one of my best works as far as execution goes! Very neat all around. If it's a no go at the boutique I will likely feature it on Etsy.com or just make a gift of it. However I was hoping to give it a go at the boutique as I have already thought up of all sorts of other little fun creatures to make!