Quick note on artwork

Hey all, on the past several posts I haven't been posting artwork because I am doing them quickly on the fly,but I will be getting back to posting more artwork soon dont worry :D

Tory

"Stream Side Sleep" 2005

I think I wrote this about sleeping by a stream in West Virginia at 4H camp during Stress relief class. Fun times.

"Stream Side Sleep"

Leaves rustle to a sweet tune

The water flows down stream at the perfect speed

As it talks gently to the rocks

I go here to rest and relax

Deep sleep mod immediately sets in

While the song of nature acts

As a beautiful lullaby

now I must leave this place of peace

But I know it will never leave

So until next time goodbye sweet rest

"My Familiar" 2005

Im not sure when I wrote this, but I think its about the mountains where I live and love to live.  I just discovered at the end of the poem it says written Common Ground 2005, don't really know where the inspiration came from specifically, but I know that Common Ground is where I get a lot of my inspiration so it doesn't really surprise me.

"My Familiar"

Trees, leaves, water, sky

Who knows why?

The moon shines down

Sparkling like jewels in a crown

Smoke, croaks, cabins, streams

Signals far and wide extreme

Back roads turn and winde

We are all intertwined

Lilly, tulip, rose, daisy

Even though our lives are crazy

Sometimes we need lazy

In the shade of a tree

Songs, notes, fiddles, bows

Some how no one knows

But sometimes it just shows

That everythigns flowing through me

"War Outside My Window" July 17, 2005

I think I wrote this in response to a dream  I had once where in my dream there was literally a war going on outside my house.

"War Outside My Window"

There's a war outside my window

So many men all around

Gunfire filling my ears

I'm just a little girl

Full of fright and fear

No one there to save me

Nothing but an Army of strange men

Smoke coils all around me

Choking me, impairing my sight

I duck below the porch outside

Hoping not to be spotted

Now in the house, I hear fighting 

Crying, screaming, full of confusion

Suddenly it all ends abruptly 

The dream ends and I bolt upright

Heart racing, bodys sweating, glad the war is over

"School Day Drama" October 6, 2005 9:22 PM

Wow, this is from back in my high school days when I was a senior in high school, I think it is about how I felt like I couldn't really live up to my full potential in the school where I was, I had so many interests and hobbies and none of my friends t here really understood, I felt like I was wasting my time there, so I guess I wrote this poem to reflect those times. I hope you enjoy!

This is what defines school day drama

In my school, my mind, my life, my soul

Sometimes my star shines brightly

Other times it's very dim

Most times, however it doesn't have one glimmer

It's glowing, glamourous, shimmering self

Blown out like a gust of wind made of criticism and disrespect

I try to make my feelings, thoughts, interests known

People just shrug and pass on by

Making that star seem so distant and weak

Forget all that, make your own star shine with an extravagant beauty

And forget that school day Drama

"Tattered Friendship" from August 14, 2007

Here is a poem I remember writing about a friend who I was drifting away from.

"Tattered Friendship"

Some friendship this tattered mess

From a great high five to the lowest low

Hit me real hard going downhill

Slow like a snail or a windmill without any wind

Try as I may to fix this disastrous blow

No repair can come to this broken circle

This trusted alliance of two

Known for so long

All was foreseen without giving in

Til now the last moment forced to admit

So called blinding now faded away

No faith of returning to this sorry heart

A long lost poem

Hey all, I found a poem that I wrote on November 1, 2006 in my old dorm room at 5:41 am. Don't remember what I was thinking about but it seems to be pretty deep lol.

Here goes, doesn't have a title as of now.

My thoughts can't find their way tonight 

Lost in the wind 

Carrying them down stream to the great waterfall

Turning them into a great high mist of nothingness

Around, around, around they swirl

In the deep warm pool below the falls

Spinning, spinning, everywhere

With no where to roam

Trapped inside this endless cycle of deep dark depths

At last they wash upon the shallow blue

Where sleep awaits

With dreams anew

"Fiddler's Illusions"

Hey Everyone! Merry Christmas!  I hope you all stay safe this holiday season!

I wrote a poem last night as I was going to sleep, got a pad and paper and wrote it down!  So here goes! hope you enjoy!

Fiddler's Illusions

Who plays that fiddle reeling in my mind

Drawing me deep into the woods

With it's sweet, soft melodies

Maybe it's a trap or perhaps just an illusion

Playing in my mind gone to far from reality

Into the depths of the droning of a Fine Fiddlers hand

The bow is an extension of their very fingers

How far away  must thine drag thee

Forces the mind to wander free and wild for eternity

"Tree of Life"

I was laying down to go to sleep tonight, and as it happens a lot of times started thinking about life. This thought process I come to have at night brought me to a poem about life. The inspiration for this one came from the saying "The Tree of Life," for some reason I just thought about how trees are rooted, but we as humans are not rooted in one place, we roam the earth as if we own the place, but who says we do? Where did the process of Humans are these almighty powerful beings come into play?

Anyways, enough rambling. Here's the poem, hope you enjoy! And as always I am open to any discussions or thoughts anyone might have.

"The Tree of Life"

What's this about the tree of life?

Ok, so trees grow tall

Trees grow deep underground

But they don't talk or move

Except in the wind of course

If this so called tree of life could talk

It would probably just reminisce about days of old

It would tell of all the people

The people who passed them by

Sat beneath their shade

Climbed their stable branches

So alright, this tree is stationary

We as humans could come and go to it as we please

We could as it how and why, who and what

How it spun out of control

Why the world became this crazy spinning wheel

Who made the rules of this insane asylum we call reality

What has happened that resulted in such a gray, unintended present

Maybe even give us our roots

How we got to be who we are

Me and you, and even that guy over there
Sometimes all you need is this

This stationary, rooted element of mystery

That's right, it is a mystery

But even so,

The only one who knows

Knows the ways of the world

Now to come and want to share

Share with us this lowly race

The one that brought our world to disgrace

How can we deserve such an honor

The honor of getting to know this being

This being called the tree of life

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"Unrevealed"

Okay, so I started writing a poem in the shower, and then when I got out started writing. From the time I started writing in the shower to now, wow has this poem developed into something I really like a lot.

It is based off of thoughts of the view of the river from my apartment. Whenever I go down there I get lost and wrapped up in the whole thinking thing, it is a great place to go and get away from the world.

So here is the poem, hope you enjoy!

"Unrevealed"

This place so unrevealed

It captures my senses

As if no outside world exists

Somehow the day disappears

All known is thoughts racing

Through my mind like a flash encounter

Could I stand here alone?

Here alone for the rest of eternity?

If that were to be my destiny

Would these thoughts be endless?

Endless eternity what a long time

But what is time but endless?

This place is but an illusion

Illusion of space and ideals

With which I base the world

Right now at this moment

If the world were this ideal

My ideal of unseen beauty

Then I could live here

The place unrevealed

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Betrayal

Hey all! I was looking through my old sketch book where I would often jot down quick poems and found this one I wrote a while back. It is a pretty dark, cold one! It is basically about how I felt betrayed by two of the people who I thought were my best friends but were really just using me and really hurt me.

I know its kind of harsh and little bit overboard on my feelings, but thats okay sometimes, right?

I hope you enjoy!

Razor blades cutting

Like my soul was nothing but long stringy hair

Needing to be shortened

Explosions come like bad harmonies 

Like cold hard tears of steel

Falling from the eyes of disappointment

The mystery unfolded

Like sharp blades of grass

Piercing with their sharp points of disloyalty

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Welcome To My Poetry Blog

Hey everyone,

So this is my first ever blog post other than Myspace and Facebook so i guess you could say it is my first ever real blog post.

I am excited to start this new blog. I think it will inspire me to write more poetry.  I am also going to include a picture of my artwork with every blog.

Today I wrote a really great poem, I think the best i've ever written. I was just laying on my bed doodling and the thought popped into my head "Im gonna write a poem" so I did.

i believe I was inspired by paint speckles left on my hands from painting class today. Although  I was inspired by such a simple thing, I think that this poem really says a  lot about how I see the world. It's amazing how the smallest thing can turn into something so amazing and inspiring.

So here goes the first poem I am sharing on this blog!

Splattered paint on a hand so gesturely
As if all the world had come down on one little speck of white
If only pureness could come so softly
The painless world of tomorrow
Somehow time could come to this

Today the splatters show as white
The color of pureness and light
What if tomorrow they come as black
The color of darkness and all that is bad
Then the world could stop in stillness and not be a world at all
But just a speck

I may or may not add onto this poem at some point. I feel like if I try to add onto it, it will not have the same feel to it since this just came out naturally and if I tried adding more it would be unnatural because I would be forcing myself to think about it.  But we will see what happens.


I hope that you will enjoy this poem. Please let me know what you think because I'd love to get others opinions.

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