Poems

Here are two poems I'm working on. One is a re-write.

To the Author
I shouldn't think this way--
But, the sun always rises
And forces my body to embrace the ground with my shadow,
I always fall asleep during movies,
And what goes up must come down.
So, I do.
I like books. I like to read.
I especially like the books you write
When we're alone and no one is imposing their visual spectrum
On the light beaming from our solitude.
Your words, my eyes, and my sponge-studded mind.
I like the way your ideas swim into my ears like tadpoles.
I like laughing when they rub my brain and make it feel wanted.
I like your information. I want more.
I like to open and close books and make them fly like the seagulls
We watched together at Plum Island.
I like to ask a question then hear your reassuring answer
Emerge from the page like lava
Leaping
Through the top
Of a volcano.

-Miranda Freeman


Barnes and Noble

Green-sweatered,
Salt-haired,
Right-handed,
Pencil-holding,
Creepy old man
With John Lennon glasses
Shooting glanses in my direction--

Are you writing about me?
I am writing about you.

-Miranda Freeman

Hooray

So... As I'm sure you all know, I love Doug. And I'm also sure you all know, I love to write poetry.. So it can be inferred that, I love writing poetry with Doug...
So here's a poem we just wrote/collaborated on together. Fun!


Rain creeps into my body
Making rapids through my veins
And drowning out my soul.
I'm drifting downstream
To channels I can't choose
Where bridges are burnt
Swelling the ash wet.
Still, I float among the ash
While the water leads me on.

Books

My pen is hesitating like my eyelids
During a cut-throat political debate.
It's not that I don't care, it's that I can't.
This ball-point pen is forcing itself down on the page
Like the sun kissing a tree and painting its shadow.
I'm molded but I just won't fit and I have to tell you something:
I like books. I like to read.
I especially like your books-- the ones you write
When we're alone and no one is imposing their visual spectrum
On the light beaming from our solitude.
Your words, my eyes, and my sponge-studded mind.
I like the way your ideas swim into my ears like tadpoles.
I like laughing when they rub my brain and make it feel wanted.
I like your information. I want more.
I like to open and close books and make them fly like the seagulls from Plum Island.
I like to ask a question then hear your reassuring answer
Pass through your esophagus like lava
Leaping through the top of a volcano.
-Miranda Freeman

So cute.

yay.

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, hide yo husband

Inside a Hospital Room

A slight breeze from a freckled face
Gently moves a white blanket
Atop a white gown
On white skin
In a white room.

My grandmother is asleep for now.
Her breaths are water, my ears a sponge.
The sounds create a symphony I wish would never stop playing,
But even the best musicians grow tired.
For now, I can just listen and admit that
Life is short.


Love you Nanny.

So..

So, yesterday I spent the whole day with my grandmother, me and my sister brought her flowers, a new nightgown, and her favorite (nasty in my opinion :]) coffee. She loved it. I was there for a while, and I got to read her some Galatians and Romans. She seems pretty receptive to it, but maybe like she was missing the point a little bit. I'm not one for "beating people over the head with a Bible", so all I did was read her some things that God has been using in me lately, and share them with her. Praying she'll find the same hope I have. I also really enjoyed the time I spent with her. Me and my sister had fun messing around with her after the nurse gave her a massive dose of something that made her crazy.. We heard all sorts of non-sensical stories.
I went to visit with my cousin for a little while and we got some thai food. I ate what I could, but it wasn't much. I worry about way too many things.. I can't believe I can say that my favorite verse is "Don't worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will worry about itself. Sufficient for the day is it's own trouble."
Because I am the poster child for worrying myself sic. I just need to keep giving this battle over to God literally every second of the day.
I had some encouragement on the way home and I felt a little happier. A lot happier actually. Now it's just a matter of still trusting God and not leaning on my own understanding. That's so difficult though. This sounds arrogant, but I never realized that I seriously can't do anything without Christ. It's crazy... I suppose God means it when He says it.

Today's a long day of school. I have drama, french, and then poetry. The only class I don't like is drama. My teachers a little coo coo in the coconuts. I'm looking forward to writing a poem though. I'll have to post it later.

All i have is today, and myself, and God's truth and he's all that's worth thinking about.