~*~Play on these words...~*~
A million or more plush clovers beneath my body...
Hours of sunlight, fading upon my skin.
Fresh dusk breeze, sweeping many miles.
All this coulden't compare to the number of times I think of you in one single solitary day.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
Weird nights take place,
Lightings surreal...
Footsteps press by you,
on cobbelstone or brick.
The nights kiss, the breez makes
you close your eyes and wonder what
you are doing here; not really caring.
Laughter breaks through,
you feel silence among motion...
amd wonder how.
Loved ones you share time with...
Make or break, or both;
this scene.
Or maybe it was you.
And all you unexplainable frustrations...
dont lie.
Explination is always possible.
~Written By sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
Morning light hits my knowledge,
second to my thoughts of you.
My thoughts of you are my last realization,
second to the soft night.
Sleep leaves the world behind,
and creates its oun rules,
in which you take part.
The sunlight brings new hope to this new day...
I hope to see your face.
I hope to laugh with you,
And then it starts all over.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
Compelled to write, this is how I feel.
Soft, night breeze will soon turn cold once more,
as I kiss away young innocents.
The sky is wide open to me,
my dreams feel crampt dispite the endless space before me.
They are suppost to be limitless.
Untill reality's fingertips reach for them.
Solitude.
Me and me and me.
Rely on me I tell myself.
Life is change.
And then there is you.
To remind me of what hope is like.
To freshen my emotions everytime you smile.
Things arn't so bad now,
except I hope to much.
More than I should.
A dream yourself,
untouchable to my fingertips.
And so the cycle continues...
with no mercy
Relentless and new and aged.
Tonight I just have the breeze to comfort me.
For now, before turning cold.
~Writtin By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00
COMMING CLEAN
WORDS PLAY OVER IN MY MIND
THEY DANCE WITH MY EMOTIONS...
REALITY STEPPING ON MY FEET.
THERE IS NO PEACE,
NO ESCAPING THE MOTION,
THE CYCLE,
THE REPETIVE STEPS; SEQUENCE.
I WANT TO BRAKE FREE OF THIS
CONSTANT RYTHEM.
I WANT TO FALL AWAY FROM TRADITION...
I AM NOT TRADITION.
I AM THE CHANNEL IN WHICH LIFE FLOWS.
I AM SOULD THAT HOLDS COMPLETLY
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING.
I AM SPIRIT FULL OF WORDS...
THAT HOLDS ITS OUN RYTHEM, MOTION...
I AM MY OUN TRADITION...
IN THE MAKING,
ALWAYS...
NEVER STOPPING.
SUBJECT TO CHANGE,
OUTTA STEP.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler!
9/00
You, obliviosly, are wrenching at my heart...
The values drift and stop pumping
My heart, my body... everything could be yourse.
If only my lungs had a chance to breath your name.
If only my fingertips could know your skin;
your silk hairs form the mane and raps around your mouth.
If only our lips could find eachother...
back to where our child hearts fly.
I would fall away with you,
into bliss,
Covered my a sky mist.
~Written By Sarah Bugencke-Pooler and Abbi Pooler~
9/00
I am comming unraveled...
Keep pulling this string,
Eventually there will be nuthing left of me...
Certainly not for you.
All you want,
Need,
Is being offered to you.
Go ahead and turn your back with fear.
Perhaps it will eat you up inside...
Just like the fact that you are pushing me away is eating me up inside.
And then we will perhaps be even.
But we will still be alone.
~Written By Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
9/00