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That’s not me #poem #poetry

My sister and i looking for our brothers in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Photo taken by Ed Esposito

My sister and i looking for our brothers in a game of hide-and-go-seek. Photo by Ed Esposito

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. But that’s not me. I was a tomboy, picking worms from the earth and collecting ants for my plexiglass farm, complete with kelly-green John Deere tractor. The holes in the “farm” were too big and even the large black ants would stick their antennae out, feeling around for i don’t know what, before squishing their bulky bodies through the opening, finding freedom on the porch, the gateway to the world. Certainly, with this manufacturing flaw, the ant farm was not permitted in the house.

 

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. But that’s not me. I am a pyromaniac, who loves to make bonfires and grill out. I like the feel of the wood, the meticulous formation of newspaper and kindling. The precarious tent of branches raised up and burned down. I like to monitor the embers, adding more sticks. I like the dance of the fire, the feel of the heat, the snapping sounds of sap escaping wood. I like the sparks that jump from the flame and dissolve in the night sky, the moths that approach the light but run from the heat, the burnt remains that float heavenward, disappearing into the dark of the night.

 

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. But that’s not me. I am a sports fanatic. I am a die-hard fan. I scream at the refs and yell at the players. I scare the dog as I holler “Touchdown!” The kids tiptoe past the television screen only during commercial breaks for fear of the wrath of Momma if she misses a play. They know it’s not real anger, but the joke still runs its course each football season.

 

Once upon a time, there lived a princess. But that’s not me. I am t-shirt, shorts, and slip-on tennies. I am hair-pulled back ponytail. I am a no-make-up, no-jewelry kinda girl. I am a barefoot-in-the-yard, dancing-in-the-rain, off-key singer. I am a child of God. Jesus is my man. I read my Bible nightly. I cuss. I want a tattoo. I like it when the sun sets and lights my room on fire.

LLH

6/19/14

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Maybe Tomorrow #poetry

Photo by Mark Malone

Photo by Mark Malone

I am not the same girl you knew.

I am not shy and sad.

I am not one who smiles

easily.

 

I am someone completely new.

I am angry and hurt.

I pretend happiness

questionably.

 

I cry at nothing

and everything.

I yearn for ease

and happiness.

 

I don’t get

what i want.

But that’s okay.

I get

what i need.

 

So maybe tomorrow…

i’ll be who you knew.

Maybe i’ll smile

and truly be happy

.   effortlessly

.        steadily

.             free.

 

LLH

6/7/14

3:20 AM

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Who I Am #poetry

 

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Converted using Cartoonize.net

 

Sometimes, poetry overtakes me.

And i let it. I always let it.

 

Because who am i, if not a poet?

Who am i, if not words and letters,

a splattering of paint, the scratch of a pencil?

 

He said, “if i don’t get you,

then it’s my loss.”

 

And in that statement,

I understand

that he gets me.

 

LLH

5/26/14

3:11 PM

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Good #30in30 #poetry #make30

Thanks to Tuscan Traveler for the image

I strain to earn my name,

And fill it full up

With all the good traits

That my good name deserves.

 

I stumble over good intentions

And trip on my good looks.

I only want to be myself

But I’m never good enough.

 

 

LLH

4/23/14

14

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That Girl #30in30 #make30 #poetry

Me

 

I am that girl.

The one who tries to be perfect,

But expects it of no one

But herself.

 

I am that girl.

The one who is ecstatic

Or morose.

But nothing in between.

 

I am that girl.

Who will bend over backward

To ensure your happiness.

The girl who, if you treat her right,

Will always be at your side.

 

But if you treat her wrong,

She’ll kick you out

And slam the door.

You’ll never see her again

Except in your dreams.

I am that girl.

 

 

LLH

4/17/14

12:48 AM

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