I wrote this poem as support for people who are gay because I feel bad when some other people won't accept them.
Unrequited Love Is In The Past
We finally escaped
Using our hearts instead of fear
Escaping for longer than we origionally thought
Leaving all the unjust oppinions
Saying goodbye to the unaccepting
Untrapping ourselves
And no longer living our lives to be fake
She and I went on many adventures
Often spontaneously on a whim
At any time of day or night
We felt like we had the spirit of two teenagers again
Like we were in young love
But we were adults
Experiencing young love for the first time
Even though we had our pasts
Our adventures were filled with the countryside, fields, the spring sun, flowers of all colors, the scents carried by the breeze,
We ran when the moment struck, we danced while we smiled
Smiling more on the inside than we could show
We laughed at stupid things, we told stories
We felt connected in ways we could not describe,
It was more than some little love fling
On our adventures we were away from the world
Our core showed on the outside
Every piece of ridicule that had been put on our minds had fallen away
The earth was our sanctuary
No one to bother us
Animals were our peaceful neighbors
The grass was our bed
The flowers our gifts
The sky our entertainment
Or our lullabye to make us sleep
The pond would refresh us
And love was our daily medicine
As our centers were opened up
Our emotions were revealing gently but wildly
As natural as breathing
As easy as being ourselves
And "banished" love was no longer awaiting
It was the beginning of something long lasting
Something that stuck
Through the ups and downs of an unsteady life
She was always there
Always...
Until she one day slipped away
And though it's been 10 years since she passed
I will always treasure all the tiny details
Of her that no one else saw
And I will forever love her.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
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Music Box
There is a music box that is wooden and plain,
And similar looking to other boxes,
It doesn't really stand out on a shelf of nick nacks,
It tends to collect dust,
And stays untouched for the most part,
Even as people come and go,
It waits for a certain curious person,
The type that tends to catch sight of the normal,
Stops and reaches a little higher to get to it,
And as they open it they hear the song that is played,
Listening intently like a composer,
The tune is unique and inviting,
With beautiful emotions emanating like it has a soul,
And in the bottom of the box there lay secret treasures and trinkets,
Each one having so much meaning,
Precious stories to tell by each one,
Collected over the years,
There are also many folded papers,
That are gradually opened one by one,
They hear poems,
Letters,
Hopes,
Dissappointments,
Wisdom,
Love,
And secrets,
Things that only a person who has the time would get to know,
The same time that the music box enters their heart and finds a place to stay,
Then it will always be with them,
ALWAYS.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
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Night Sky Transition
I want to lay out under the night sky,
And watch it in wonder,
Losing my words,
And feeling it emotionally,
While wishing I could absorb it's peace into my body and mind,
To make me refreshed for the first time,
And dream about being in that world,
As I drift off to sleep,
Hoping it's magic will work on me all through the night,
Replacing my irritation and aging self into tranquility,
So that in the morning the first thing I see when I awake is heaven.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************** I want to go away to the silence,
Let the quiet wash over my mind,
Leave the chattering of oppinions and judgements,
Clear them away,
These words that are spewed before a thought,
I want silent understanding to take it's place,
Tell me the truth,
I want love to come back to me,
Detox my contaminated mind,
To reveal things I was starting to forget,
Very precious things I remember again once I slow down,
Taking me back to my soul's original place.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************** What I See And What You See
People see me as quiet,
Softspoken,
Shy,
Someone who they feel the need to protect,
Innocent and naive,
Fragile,
Introverted.
I see myself as speaking a lot,
But not always heard,
So percieved as shy,
Capable of protecting myself,
Aware of dangers,
But not willing to live in fear,
Strong,
A thrill seeker,
Bold about what I am passionate about,
Someone that people don't truly know.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
Living In Dreams
To live in a fantasy dream-like world
They say it is not mentally healthy,
But what if the only way to be sane
Is to live in fantasies.
I live in day dreams,
In made-up stories and poems,
The images running like film through my mind,
Living vicariously through other people's experiences,
wondering what it would feel like if it were reality,
Everyday and night I spend my time dreaming...
Of the escapism of magic,
The wonder of nature,
The freedom of laughter,
The mysteries of childhood,
Traveling through space and time,
Spiritual unknowns,
Thrills of adventures,
The hopes of love for the world,
Seeking the peace of my mind,
Anyone is welcome to step into my world,
Take my hand and we can go to any place,
It only takes you here in order to turn the fantasies into reality.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
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Death Row Angel
Death row angel walks up and down the pound's isle
Seeing desperate dogs' eyes longing for her touch
They know her well
She reaches her arms through the bars
Alix gives herself
To each dog on death row
They anticipate her putting the leash around their neck
For their time in the yard
With her is their little vacation away from dog hell
And to her there is nothing better
Than seeing a pound dog run
As she spends long, quality one on one time
With them
She loves and gets to know who they truly are
Without judgments or bitterness
She really looks into their soul,
Holds them,
And sees their sweetness, specialness,
And good in each one
Making them feel they are important to someone
She is faithful to see them every week
Shedding tears for what she knows will happen
Giving a special bone to them when their time is near
She is a death row angel
Giving herself, her dreams at night to them,
Giving of her hope, emotions,
Her life, her troubled mind,
So that they can have moments of happiness.
Some days at the pound her heart stops beating for a moment
When she hears that a precious dog has died
She is crushed and feels killed
But if she could see how they still think about her
And how special she was and is to them
She would know just how truly important she is
As a death row angel.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
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She Is Called To Her
By strong intuition I am called
Into the woods at night
To find her
Laying on the forest floor
The soft moonlight is exposing her
Like a spotlight through the branches
While wind sweeps rolling leaves across her
She lies limp
With eyes closed
Her fair-skinned face made even more pale,
Yet she is still so beautiful
Her lips are painted red from her blood
I carefully brush the dirt from her face
And brush aside the twigs from her messy hair
I lean over to gently kiss her lips
Her once-fanciest black dress is left mangled
The one that holds many of our memories
I kiss her belly through a tear in the velvet
There is no word, only the unique silence of the forest
And all the branches being moved by the wind
I reach out my hand to search through the leaves to find her hand
And put my fingers in between hers
And hold that for a minute...
Her fingers start to come to life again
Her eyes slowly open and begin to tear
Her lips move
She says quietly, "I told them. I stood up for you."
I quickly hugged her, laying next to her.
The "town terrorists" had secretly followed her here
Sinister in causing hate crimes,
And reveling in revenge rooted from their own judgments
While she innocently came here looking for comfort in me.
I look over my shoulder to my left
A few feet away
A messed up circle of white candles lay fallen over
Surrounding her leftover piece of me-
Is my own gravestone she had stolen
Created one year ago
Placed where her incantations were said
And her lonely agony was spilled
To bring me back to her
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
ESCAPISM
This evening I was stopped
By the sight of the deep-ocean-blue sky
And the magnificent rain
That united with my upturned face
And my soul rose
Escaping from my troubles and dissapointing world
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
Unrequited Love Is In The Past
We finally escaped
Using our hearts instead of fear
Escaping for longer than we origionally thought
Leaving all the unjust oppinions
Saying goodbye to the unaccepting
Untrapping ourselves
And no longer living our lives to be fake
She and I went on many adventures
Often spontaneously on a whim
At any time of day or night
We felt like we had the spirit of two teenagers again
Like we were in young love
But we were adults
Experiencing young love for the first time
Even though we had our pasts
Our adventures were filled with the countryside, fields, the spring sun, flowers of all colors, the scents carried by the breeze,
We ran when the moment struck, we danced while we smiled
Smiling more on the inside than we could show
We laughed at stupid things, we told stories
We felt connected in ways we could not describe,
It was more than some little love fling
On our adventures we were away from the world
Our core showed on the outside
Every piece of ridicule that had been put on our minds had fallen away
The earth was our sanctuary
No one to bother us
Animals were our peaceful neighbors
The grass was our bed
The flowers our gifts
The sky our entertainment
Or our lullabye to make us sleep
The pond would refresh us
And love was our daily medicine
As our centers were opened up
Our emotions were revealing gently but wildly
As natural as breathing
As easy as being ourselves
And "banished" love was no longer awaiting
It was the beginning of something long lasting
Something that stuck
Through the ups and downs of an unsteady life
She was always there
Always...
Until she one day slipped away
And though it's been 10 years since she passed
I will always treasure all the tiny details
Of her that no one else saw
And I will forever love her.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
Music Box
There is a music box that is wooden and plain,
And similar looking to other boxes,
It doesn't really stand out on a shelf of nick nacks,
It tends to collect dust,
And stays untouched for the most part,
Even as people come and go,
It waits for a certain curious person,
The type that tends to catch sight of the normal,
Stops and reaches a little higher to get to it,
And as they open it they hear the song that is played,
Listening intently like a composer,
The tune is unique and inviting,
With beautiful emotions emanating like it has a soul,
And in the bottom of the box there lay secret treasures and trinkets,
Each one having so much meaning,
Precious stories to tell by each one,
Collected over the years,
There are also many folded papers,
That are gradually opened one by one,
They hear poems,
Letters,
Hopes,
Dissappointments,
Wisdom,
Love,
And secrets,
Things that only a person who has the time would get to know,
The same time that the music box enters their heart and finds a place to stay,
Then it will always be with them,
ALWAYS.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
Night Sky Transition
I want to lay out under the night sky,
And watch it in wonder,
Losing my words,
And feeling it emotionally,
While wishing I could absorb it's peace into my body and mind,
To make me refreshed for the first time,
And dream about being in that world,
As I drift off to sleep,
Hoping it's magic will work on me all through the night,
Replacing my irritation and aging self into tranquility,
So that in the morning the first thing I see when I awake is heaven.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************** I want to go away to the silence,
Let the quiet wash over my mind,
Leave the chattering of oppinions and judgements,
Clear them away,
These words that are spewed before a thought,
I want silent understanding to take it's place,
Tell me the truth,
I want love to come back to me,
Detox my contaminated mind,
To reveal things I was starting to forget,
Very precious things I remember again once I slow down,
Taking me back to my soul's original place.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
**************************************************************************************************************** What I See And What You See
People see me as quiet,
Softspoken,
Shy,
Someone who they feel the need to protect,
Innocent and naive,
Fragile,
Introverted.
I see myself as speaking a lot,
But not always heard,
So percieved as shy,
Capable of protecting myself,
Aware of dangers,
But not willing to live in fear,
Strong,
A thrill seeker,
Bold about what I am passionate about,
Someone that people don't truly know.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
Living In Dreams
To live in a fantasy dream-like world
They say it is not mentally healthy,
But what if the only way to be sane
Is to live in fantasies.
I live in day dreams,
In made-up stories and poems,
The images running like film through my mind,
Living vicariously through other people's experiences,
wondering what it would feel like if it were reality,
Everyday and night I spend my time dreaming...
Of the escapism of magic,
The wonder of nature,
The freedom of laughter,
The mysteries of childhood,
Traveling through space and time,
Spiritual unknowns,
Thrills of adventures,
The hopes of love for the world,
Seeking the peace of my mind,
Anyone is welcome to step into my world,
Take my hand and we can go to any place,
It only takes you here in order to turn the fantasies into reality.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
Death Row Angel
Death row angel walks up and down the pound's isle
Seeing desperate dogs' eyes longing for her touch
They know her well
She reaches her arms through the bars
Alix gives herself
To each dog on death row
They anticipate her putting the leash around their neck
For their time in the yard
With her is their little vacation away from dog hell
And to her there is nothing better
Than seeing a pound dog run
As she spends long, quality one on one time
With them
She loves and gets to know who they truly are
Without judgments or bitterness
She really looks into their soul,
Holds them,
And sees their sweetness, specialness,
And good in each one
Making them feel they are important to someone
She is faithful to see them every week
Shedding tears for what she knows will happen
Giving a special bone to them when their time is near
She is a death row angel
Giving herself, her dreams at night to them,
Giving of her hope, emotions,
Her life, her troubled mind,
So that they can have moments of happiness.
Some days at the pound her heart stops beating for a moment
When she hears that a precious dog has died
She is crushed and feels killed
But if she could see how they still think about her
And how special she was and is to them
She would know just how truly important she is
As a death row angel.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
She Is Called To Her
By strong intuition I am called
Into the woods at night
To find her
Laying on the forest floor
The soft moonlight is exposing her
Like a spotlight through the branches
While wind sweeps rolling leaves across her
She lies limp
With eyes closed
Her fair-skinned face made even more pale,
Yet she is still so beautiful
Her lips are painted red from her blood
I carefully brush the dirt from her face
And brush aside the twigs from her messy hair
I lean over to gently kiss her lips
Her once-fanciest black dress is left mangled
The one that holds many of our memories
I kiss her belly through a tear in the velvet
There is no word, only the unique silence of the forest
And all the branches being moved by the wind
I reach out my hand to search through the leaves to find her hand
And put my fingers in between hers
And hold that for a minute...
Her fingers start to come to life again
Her eyes slowly open and begin to tear
Her lips move
She says quietly, "I told them. I stood up for you."
I quickly hugged her, laying next to her.
The "town terrorists" had secretly followed her here
Sinister in causing hate crimes,
And reveling in revenge rooted from their own judgments
While she innocently came here looking for comfort in me.
I look over my shoulder to my left
A few feet away
A messed up circle of white candles lay fallen over
Surrounding her leftover piece of me-
Is my own gravestone she had stolen
Created one year ago
Placed where her incantations were said
And her lonely agony was spilled
To bring me back to her
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
****************************************************************************************************************
ESCAPISM
This evening I was stopped
By the sight of the deep-ocean-blue sky
And the magnificent rain
That united with my upturned face
And my soul rose
Escaping from my troubles and dissapointing world
(c)2009 Molly Nicole