Maybe Then

You couldn’t find your place
You were lost in a space
Where nothing made sense
You had friends and they cared
But they didn’t dare
To look beneath your surface smile

In our hearts we carried hope
That strength would win, that you could cope
And for a while our worries were for nothing
We lost touch though; our worlds separated
But memories stayed true that we had created
And you weren’t forgotten

Then we learned of your demise
Tears fell from our clouded eyes
Our hearts shattered with disbelief
The sorrow showed with no disguise

If only we had shared some time
Precious time that we hold dear
To talk and vent and even cry
Maybe then you’d still be here

LS 2016

Quantify

How long has it been
Since my life was rearranged
And the pattern of my breathing
Was drastically changed?

How many minutes have ticked away
Since your sky merged into mine
And all that surrounds me has vanished
With no measure of time?

In the vast darkness way up high
We find shelter under the moon
In our hearts, minds, and souls
We find ourselves marooned

LS 2016

(a little bit of romance)

 

Little Comfort

It’s not likely to be tougher than this
Pain exceeds the wildest of imaginations
Sunsets fade into melting memories
Pleading is heard with no negotiations

Control keeps its distance on the furthest horizon
Progress stays on the trail of stagnation
Sunrises fail to uplift with their vibrancy
An opened door leads only to resignation

LS 2016

 

CELEBRATING!

fall

Hello Friends,

WordPress tells me that it’s my 6th anniversary, but I seem to be one year off. Anyway, I’ll take it if it’s cause for celebration. 🙂 This blogging journey has been wonderful in so many ways, mostly because I’ve met all of you! I know I’ve taken some breaks, and I also haven’t blogged in the last few weeks because this class I’m taking demands a LOT of homework. I’m trying to find some type of balance, but I guess I’m just moving around here slowly. I’m done with this week’s h/w though, which is due tomorrow by noon, so I’m going to dive into my inundated email this morning and read some blogs I’ve unintentionally ignored. ♥

I’ll end with, not only a fun haiku for the new autumn season (ironically, we’re having 100 degree weather), but with also another BIG “Thank You” for all your likes and comments, but most importantly, your friendship, love, and support. ♥

pumpkins on the porch
sandles in hybernation
hello socks and boots

HAVE A WONDERFUL AND PEACEFUL SUNDAY! SENDING LOTS OF LOVE, LAUREN ♥

 

 

 

Vinyl

dads-record-player

Do you remember record players? This was my Dad’s, but it has lived with us for a few years now. It’s good that we kept our old albums because once in awhile, we’ll dust one off and reminisce into the past. Those moments are surreal, evoking great memories and creating new ones. We have a wide variety of nostalgia sitting in our closet on the top shelf…from The Beatles, Elvis, Asleep at the Wheel, The Rolling Stones, Barbara Streisand, Santana, Eric Clapton, Led Zeppelin, Marshall Tucker Band, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hank Williams, Jr., Beach Boys, The Eagles, Elton John, Johnny Cash, and the list continues…

Ode to Music

Listen to the music
let it touch your soul
let it bring you joy
let it make you whole

Listen to the music
let it stir emotions
let it make you sigh
let it cleanse like oceans

Let the music be in you
in your heart, in your mind
Any genre that moves you
in life is well-timed

LS 2016

Does anyone else own an LP? I think we’ll keep ours for awhile. 🙂

 

 

 


 

Perfect Imperfections

I am flawed
You are flawed
We are perfect
for each other

LS 2016

(Really, enough said, right? If anyone is searching for that perfect partner,
they’re wasting their time. When you love someone, you love them for
their wonderful qualities and for all of their imperfections, too – the
components to their personality or appearance that they most likely
try to hide. That is where true love to the depths of our hearts comes alive. ♥)

Mirage

His mind floated through life
where it couldn’t be stopped,
even his logic kept flight

Her face controlled his dreams
as he struggled between the
crevices of reality
below the moon’s supervision

He desired to write poetry,
wordless poetry on her silky skin,
how the touch and taste of her
would be rich to his spirit

But knowing she was far out of reach,
her whispered kisses
wove softly through his fingers

 Lauren Scott © 2016