Saturday, July 28, 2007

Simpson Sarah

Just wanted to share the results of

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Fun times

At this very moment, the central air AND the refrigerator are broken. Is this like the preview of hell? The night included: warm egg yolks spilling all over my hands, sweat, trying to decide which items should be saved from yesterdays grocery trip, oh, and arguments. You know, because yelling at each other makes everything better.

When are we going to Gatlinburg?

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Creative writing feels like delicious.

So, I've decided that while I really love to write, I especially love to share what I write. Sometimes, however, what I write has nothing to do with me. So, I'm creating a second blog to put all the stuff I write and want to share that maybe no one cares about but it will make me feel better having it somewhere. Anyway, if you are interested, its here and if not, just don't go there, kay?

Sarah Jo

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Things I waited to say (until after you walked away)

The other day at work, I was inspired to write two poems with exactly the same title, but with two different messages. I had a lot of fun writing them, so I want to share them with you!

Things I waited to say (until after you walked away)

Silence does not mean that I’m mad at you
its just, I expect my words to betray
all the feelings I haven’t the courage to express
(until after you walk away)

You call me a friend to my constant delight
but I cannot help but to wish for much more
and although sometimes it seems that you feel the same way,
it is never enough to be sure.

Your quirky charms make me smile like a fool
even when you aren’t around,
but its so much more than words could describe;
it’s your presence, your scent, and your sound.

How could I, being me, (without sparkle or shine)
ever hope to deserve one such as you?
Still, insecurities cannot refute what is plain,
this declaration is long overdue.

So, I’ll say it this once, despite all my fears,
despite what my cautious heart begs me to do,
It’s been far too long that I’ve waited to say:
I’ve fallen in love with you.

Things 2

Silence does not mean I’m not mad at you,
holding my tongue is the best weapon I can muster.
And after all the excitement your shining eyes promised,
I’ve never experienced anything so lackluster.

You once called me a friend to my constant delight
but I do not think that the label will stay
for I intend to keep every piece of my heart
now that you’ve so gallantly thrown it away.

So, forgive me if I’ve failed to articulate
the many reasons this romance met its demise
its just that all the quirky charms that drew me near
are the very ones I’ve learned to despise.

How could I, being me, (without voice to defend)
ever hope to recover from you?
Still, somewhere inside is the woman I was
is the love of myself I once knew.

So, I’ll say it aloud, despite what happens next
because I cannot hope to survive this anew
(although all this seems vaguely familiar)
I’m finally finished with you.