Blog venting

KNITTING

The needles pulling

In and out

In and out

Like bumble bees

Playing games

In a field

Swerving, dodging,

Floating,

Faster

Faster

STOP!

Turn around

Go back

Step through time

Allow yourself

To be wrapped

In a blanket of memories

Holding tightly

Keeping you safe

Look

Through the lines

Spaces

Reflection

Life

Floating

Dancing

A swift waltz

Looping around

A sturdy base

Strong

Solid

Holding you together

Only a few simple mistakes

Easily fixed

A scraped knee

Kissed away

By the warm lips

Of a loving mother

Slide

Stab

Work through

Run past hurt

Move

A snake

Winding its way

Through

Crisp

Fresh

Dewdrop covered

Grass

Slither

Smoothly

Slyly

Quietly

Pass vast spaces

Filled with wonder and awe

Floating to the top

Like

An extravagant

Color filled butterfly

Full

Of beauty and glory

Floating

On clouds of whim

Let the charisma of life

Take you to places unknown

Smooth,

The motion pulls

Taking you through

Gliding off a cliff

In a dream

The sensation

Of falling

Only to be swiftly scooped up

By an invisible

Tender

Soft

Comforting hand

Find yourself

Sailing

On the top

White fluffy clouds

Highlighted

By golden rays

Of warm

Familiar

Comforting

Sunshine

Wrapping itself onto

A new beginning

Awaiting

Excitement

Tomorrow’s adventure

Stepping away

From the chaos

Finding yourself

Lost

In colors

Swirling

Whirling

Twirling around

A dizzying game

A masterpiece lies

Satisfaction overcomes

A wave crashes

Sparkling sane

Blue

Yellow

Red

Green

Mixed

So delicately

Producing extravagant

Breathtaking

Pictures

Grandma’s warm blueberry pie

Ruby red lipstick

Lemon bars sprinkled delicately with powder sugar

Fresh cut grass on a hot summer day

A masterpiece

A story

All from a single stitch

I think i caught a case of blog venting.

When you use your blog to get your thoughts and emotions out.

Yeah, you caught me!

Well something I know about myself is that when things involve my emotions I can't express myself clearly.

In fact it has gotten to the point where it is involved in my school work as well.

I wrote the above poem as a Junior in high school three years ago

now i don't necessarily want to know if you think its good or not but i thought it was pretty dang good 

and i have come to accept that the only reason it was good

was because it had absolutely no emotional ties to me

it was a challenge 

my teacher said that no one would want to read a poem about knitting 

so to stick it to her 

i wrote a decent poem about knitting :)

My heart hurts

and its my fault

and now Band-Aids don't help

in fact I don't know what will help