~*~Pen and paper, are my sanity, my soul, my thoughts.~*~
So unhappy again,
I am without a name, you without a face...
and my eyes without tears or fear...
they are just looking at all the beautiful people that surround her.
Around me...
solitude
one
without
left whith only these eyes to seak out emptie things.
Irt seems this way, tonight.
-Written 7-15-00 by Sarah Bugenske-Pooler-
I take a step towards you...
Unsure of where my feet are taking me.
You smile as easily as I breath,
but you do it shyly.
Maybe your uncertain too?
The short seconds, minuts, rarelty hours
is all that you allow me,
or perhaps that I allow myself.
I wish I could denie fate the pleasure.
Few words are spoken at one time,
And I think about you in silence.
You and I are too different you know...
I know this, but I often turn my face away from it,
not wanting to look it in the eye.
I want to get lost in yourse,
But time will not tell it so.
So while I walk towards you,
My heart beats a little faster,
I delight in seeing your face.
But it isn't long berfore I'm walking away from you...
pulling away...
and letting my heart sink.
-Written 7-11-00 by Sarah Bugenske-Pooler-
At the present time which is locked somewhere in between them and me...
Something is cold, and crisp, and lost.
Its empty like something blissful left it barren and empty, Like something full of vibrant, lovely life has gone away... and the memory still lingers.
Teasing my senses... sinking my heart;
It's a place in whick my dreams are being laid to rest... my love for this being-
Emptying into something so far away for my fingertips to touch.
The tears roll silently off my cheeks and drop into a world of unknown timelessness.
-Written 9-15-99 by
Sarah Bugenske-Pooler-
You change your moods so quickly...
The fan is a farmilliar sound, and wheather or not I want to hear it, I dont know.
My feet work below me...
one step firmly placed on the cobble stone or birck after the other,
confindent; and knowing it.
Thoughts always rack the brain.
Your heart dances with your
wants,dreams,frustrations,bounderies;
the world around you.
And it all comes to a screeching hault;
a smack in the face.
You should know not to worrie about that in which you can not change.
Change runs on its oun time;
Fate takes its time...
and your mind never stops thinking,
or heart from feeling...
Just keep walking.
Written by Sarah Bugenske-Pooler August 19,2000
Whisps of tenderness,
fallen from safty...
to a place of adoration.
Adoration that is sticky sweet and bound by unsaid words,
and realized thoughts
and a shattered dream or two.
Look at me and speak to me silently, and grin and carry on with this surrade you dream about... being life.
You breath it because you have to,
there is no other way.
Frown at the things you can not change,
or just dont let go and retreat into
a world you have made to fall back on,
without even realizing that you have done so.
My tenderness will always touch you,
even when you pout...
I will be a whisp of safty bound by my and your unsaid words...
And then I will tell you that no matter what
you are beauty.
~Sarah Bugenske-Pooler~
For Travis
Centering
all things turn carefully
to themselves
course corrections
and detours
around wants and warnings
and roads that
make you spill your coffee
understanding
the inborn need
to right
and some times
going there.
~Sent to me from Rich~