Trey Speaks Again

Wanna hear some more Trey-poetry?

We're freakin' awesome,
We live in a tree.
Down down down,
By the big big bee!
We're freakin' awesome,
And we have. to. pee!

I love my life.

February Poem, Day 2

I cannot go to school today
I cannot go to school.
My teachers are all mad at me,
I've broken all the rules.

I've broken all the sticks of chalk,
I wrote on all the desks.
I pulled all of the girls hair,
And all the cubbies, wrecked.

I didn't come in from recess time,
I started a food fight at lunch.
I hid under my desk in math,
Gave the bunny pencils to munch.

I put a frog in the teacher's desk,
I fed my homework to the dog.
I led the class in a silly song,
And ran from the principle at a jog.

So I cannot go to school today
There is a problem, you see?
'Cuz I wreaked havoc on everyone else,
Today they'll wanna wreak havoc on me!

February Poem, Day 1

It is February! I can't believe it. January sure went by fast, which is interesting, because usually my Januaries (how DO you pluralize January?) seem to crawl. One of the goals I made for myself for February is to write a poem a day. That idea came off of my life-list-desire to write a book of poems. I thought it would be fun to write a poem every day for a month and then make it into a little book for our coffee table. Yes, I chose February because it is the shortest month haha. I may not post them all because of hectic scheduling this month but I'll try and post some. They should be pretty varied since I love different kinds of poems. I wrote this one today after I heard a bird singing on my way into work. It's a haiku. Enjoy:

I heard a bird's song
I thought to myself, "Spring time?"
My cold hands said no.

From Trey

Trey likes to make up little songs. He does it all the time and just randomly sings them. I love it. I wish I would think to write them down, or record them, or something. Here is one he sang to me in bed this morning. I think there was more to it but this is all I got.

This is my love song
To you, my Lauren.
Till daybreak is your,
Friend and lover,
I don't know why I,
Can't get up now.
Please don't take,
My day,
Away.

For the love of finding forgotten things

I was puttering around old files on my computer today and found this poem I had written ages ago. Doesn't you own writing look better to you when you've forgotten about it? It does for me. I love reading over old stuff I've written, especially if I stumble across something I wrote down and then, presently, forgot about.

Enjoy:

Stolen moments.

Stolen kisses

Now like raindrops dripping off the window of my life.

Leaving behind streaks barely enough to remind me

Barely enough to taste the kisses

Left over from foggy nights

Bittersweet.

How can it be, but bittersweet?

It will never be able to be full,

Complete.

Never can I be perfectly happy with those stolen moments

The perfection of his arms around me,

His fingers on my skin.

Never will they be enough to overcome the feeling of injustice

Never will they set the confusion straight.

Mewry Chrustmas

It's Christmas Eve! And guess what I'm doing? WORKING! What?! This is officially my first "adult Christmas." For some reason I accidentally keep typing "Chrustmas" and I keep correcting it but, now that I think about it, working on Christmas Eve kind of does make this feel like "Crustmas": crusty and no fun.

However, there is hope on the horizon as I get off early and prepare to head to Atlanta to spend some time with Trey's family. I can't wait. I know I've said it before but I really lucked out in the family category and I can't wait to begin the holiday festivities with them!

So, in honor of the Day, I thought I would entertain you with a little poem about Christmas (yes I just typed that word three times before finally getting it right). Unfortunately I haven't actually written a poem yet so this is going to come right off the top of my head and will probably be exceedingly bad. Enjoy!

Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the store,
Not a thing was a-happinin, the employees were bored.
The papers were stacked, and ready to file,
But the office was slow, so that might be awhile.

The workers were sitting, bored at their desks,
While visions of leaving danced in their heads.
And I was a-sittin, ready to leave,
Wondering why it was here I must be.

The minutes ticked on, and drug by so slow!
And all I could think of was when I could go.
My first Christmas Eve as an adult and I think,
I liked Christmas much better as a child. This stinks!

The phone had rung once, but it was only some spam,
The rest of the day went on, dead as a pan.
I thought of home, with presents and snow!
And wondered when, there, I could go.

"I can't wait for tonight!"I thought with a grin,
I couldn't wait to be with my family again.
I knew there would be food, delicious and warm,
And I could think of this season when my Savior was born.

"Tick Tick!" Went the clock, has it been only three minutes?
This poem sure has an awful lot of words in it!
It is very long, and I'm trying to find,
More verses to fill this up, come on Mind!

I'm all packed to leave, with presents on the floor,
Ready to go, as soon as I walk through the door.
Christmas would be much easier if Santa would help,
Or at least if he had sent me some of his elves.

Still, this Christmas has not been so bad.
It's new, and it's different, but I can handle that.
Soon there will be children, running around!
And then I'll probably be rushing all over town.

So I think I'll sit back, and enjoy this holiday,
Before things get crazy and all my free time is taken away.
By children who need food, clothes and toys toys toys!
Hopefully I'll have a girl, not just all boys.

And now I am not going to write anymore.
This poem still goes on but I'm getting a bit bored.
But have a Merry Christmas and don't forget,
That "Chrustmas" can be "Christmas" yet.

Didn't I say that would be awful? Well, Merry Christmas anyway. I hope your holidays are everything you could ever want and that you keep in mind the Reason for the season.

XOXO

Oft I gaze
Idle eye,
Past the surface
To your heart.

Hard to read.
I used to know,
So well...

Now,
Unfamaliar to me.

Lo, a twinkle.
Nay,
Mistaken.

Could it be?
Alas,
Not taken.

Shy,
I feel.
Slowly breaking.

Strangers pass,
Hark!
Unseeing.

Wispers rise.
Stop!
Believing.

Enemies now?
No,
Indifferent.

Behold, a glance?
No,
you missed it.

Strange to me,
Yet,
Familiar.

My Day

*RINGRING!*
"Hello? No we don't carry that. I'm sorry. Try here?"

File, where's the file?

*RINGRING!*
"Yes we do. When do you need it? Here's our fax. What's that? I'll be looking. Ok, thank you!"

*click click.*
*scrollscrollscroll*
*typity typity type*

Where's the file? There's the file.
Need more paperwork.

*faxfaxfax*

*RINGRING!*
"Hello?...*click*

Dang telemarketers.

When am I going to find time to paint?
What was I working on again?
File, right that file.
When is lunch?

*tickticktick*

It's only 9:45?!

Insurance, insurance.

*typetypetype*
*scroll scroll*

Paper paper everywhere!

*faxing faxing*

Oh my eyes!

Gotta go to the grocery store after lunch.
I wonder what my husband is doing.
I wonder what it's like outside.
I wonder what it's like to not have a headache.

So tired.

*Filing filing*

*RINGRING!*
Oh not again.
"Uh huh, uh huh. Ok ok. Great. Yes. Ya. Ok. Ok. Uh huh, uh huh. ZZZZzzzz...O what? Yes, right. Uh huh. Got it. Great. Ok. Ok. Bye."

Blah blah blah.

*staple staple*
*faxfaxfax*
*scrollscrollscroll*
*click*
*typey typey type*

Sigh.

What time is it?
7 minutes till lunch!
Lunch!!!
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1....................

LUNCH!!!!

*shovelshovelschovel*
*chomp chomp*

*nnnaaaaappppp*

*YAAWWWNNN!!*

*streeeetchhh*

...

*RINGRING!!*

*shuffle shuffle*

"Hello? Uh...hello?"

*filing filing*

*type*type*type*

...

*silent silent*
*tick tock tick tock*

*stamp stamp*
*staple staple*

Insurance, insurance!

*RINGRING!!*
"Hello, yes. Right away...*RINGRING* Can you hold?"
"Hello? No I'm sorry we don't have tha...*RINGRING!* Just a minute."

Where is the file?

*fax fax fax*
*typing typing*

*silence silence*

*RINGRING!*
*RINGRING!*
*RINGRING!*
"Hello? Yes. I'm sorry. What? No. Ok. Yes. Yes. When? Tomorrow? Great. Ok."

What time is it?
2 more hours?!
How long have I been here?
Sigh.

*type type type*
*scroll scroll*
*click click*click* *click*
*tap tap tap*
*scribble scribble*
*faxing faxing*

*RINGRING!*
Seriously?
"Hello? Yes. Ok. No. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh. Great. Ok ok. Ok. Yup. Ok. Great. Ok. Good. Ya. Yes. Nope. Yes. Uh huh. Uh huh. Mmhmm. Mmhmm. Ok. Ok great. Ya. Ok. Ok. Ok. Bye."

Sheesh.

*typing typing*

*silence*

How long have I been here?
2 more hours?!
What?!
I wonder what the traffic will be like on the way home.
I can't wait to work out tomorrow.
Why does my head still hurt?
I think my computer might be frying my brain through my eyes.
Sigh.

*filing filing*
*type type type*
*tick tock tick tock*
sigh


Now where did I put that file?

The City is a Dragon

The city is a dragon and the cars are its scales.
Sitting motionless on the highways and shimmering in the sun.

The city is a dragon and the workplace is its firey mouth:
burning the day away to an endless field of ash and smoke.

The city is a dragon and my computer is its eye,
hypnotizing me as I stare and can't look away,
until I forget what it's like not to have a headache.

The city is a dragon and the phone calls are its teeth;
knawing on me until I'm numb.

The city is a dragon and the clock it its tail...
swishing away the minutes in the slow tick-tock of endless
Time.

The city is a dragon and the people are its wings
loudly battering and battering the wind,
demanding their own way.

The city is a dragon and the dragon sleeps at night.