I walk between the stars and the open road winding. Stars; little flashlights guiding
my way into the next day; midnight….the sound of my footsteps consistent….. left in front of right, moonlight, forward…moving ahead... to somewhere…..thoughts, memories dance around in my head… reeling, as I walk past gates, fences, mailboxes, addresses, trees, flowers breeze, breathe…..leaving behind what’s left, it all fades into the background….concluding, convoluted…… life’s definition is everywhere inward, outward...upward, downward, left, right…consistent like a rosary….draped around my neck under my shirt………
A.STARR /
Alica Griggs 2010
Rummaging through thoughts like a pack rat It’s puzzling… All hell has broken loose in there… Echos stir, and stir. Hearing yourself think… Is the brink of solution, Or the birth of a poem!
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
I am inspired by difference, darkness, desire, hope, freedom, faith………..
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It’s not important to me your “opinions” and “ideas”…but instead, your “core beliefs “ and “wakening dreams”…
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I am simply complicated……
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I am a barrier of strength……. with toughness like titanium, while the insides stir like sweet honey....2010 Alica Griggs
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Write until your heart is content, and your mind runs shy of empty…….
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Monday, November 29, 2010
I know a girl with stars in her eyes
Or maybe stars for her eyes…
She dreams in black and white
As if a penguin in a confetti parade…
She wanders through the corridors of her mind
Along a spaghetti trapeze
To see what she could find
With a magnify glass
Like an endless bejeweled treasure chest
Full of golden thoughts
And a silver lining silhouette
Those dreams of wonderment….
Or is it a wonderment of dreams…?
Keeps her from falling to her knees
Or drifting into the wind
Of the Fall’s November
Like scattered leaves; little kites
And colors collide…..
Exploding into black and white dreams
Winter, snow covered pavements
Not always what it seems
And April rains all the time flooding hues of grays
Then Spring sprung daisies
And Summer long beach days
Amongst surfboards and boardwalks of orange
Seasons interchange and exchange
Like her thought for next thought an overlapping daze
She dreams in a black and white maze….
A hazy daisy….
JADED & JOVIAL
A.STARR 2010
Or maybe stars for her eyes…
She dreams in black and white
As if a penguin in a confetti parade…
She wanders through the corridors of her mind
Along a spaghetti trapeze
To see what she could find
With a magnify glass
Like an endless bejeweled treasure chest
Full of golden thoughts
And a silver lining silhouette
Those dreams of wonderment….
Or is it a wonderment of dreams…?
Keeps her from falling to her knees
Or drifting into the wind
Of the Fall’s November
Like scattered leaves; little kites
And colors collide…..
Exploding into black and white dreams
Winter, snow covered pavements
Not always what it seems
And April rains all the time flooding hues of grays
Then Spring sprung daisies
And Summer long beach days
Amongst surfboards and boardwalks of orange
Seasons interchange and exchange
Like her thought for next thought an overlapping daze
She dreams in a black and white maze….
A hazy daisy….
JADED & JOVIAL
A.STARR 2010
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yours Truly
Yours truly,
After all is said and done
Concluded, convoluted
Diluted with tears
Bittersweet sobs
Love letters
Apologies
Apogee
xo
Yours truly
11/15/10
After all is said and done
Concluded, convoluted
Diluted with tears
Bittersweet sobs
Love letters
Apologies
Apogee
xo
Yours truly
11/15/10
Friday, November 12, 2010
☮ ♥ ☺… A★
I wear my heart on my sleeve-idiom....maybe that makes some part of me look like an-idiot...haha...or maybe its the pink ♥hearts♥ on my shoe laces...who cares?....love in every step...
copyright Alica Griggs 2010....☮ ♥ ☺… A★
copyright Alica Griggs 2010....☮ ♥ ☺… A★
Writing Renaissance---------------------------------
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writing used to be…
an ensemble of things
pencils, pens paper and books
a preparation of sorts…
And now as soon as you think of it
Technology, computer devices –that become a vice
Devour it- the moments leading up to – the suspense
In an instant you have arrived
The tapping, typing sounds
Can take away the distinct handwriting, sketching, etching across the paper
The visible erased changed thoughts- delete button
The scribbled black blot over a misspelled word - spellcheck
It all can be made perfect instantaneously,
accomplished…arrived –Enter
accomplished …arrived - Enter
(continued below…)…..
technology; computers change fast
like our minds do, and sure they can keep up with us…
like colors that change mood
like songs and their tempo
Writing used to be like these which will never change
Hours, days and sometimes weeks to evolve….
night to day
water to ice
seeds to flowers
chrysalis to butterfly
And I try to keep that medium
Because the joy of writing is the ensemble
The method behind the madness
That creates the beauty
Of what our words and thoughts really are….
The robot genius machine; computer
Can devour the writer…...
Alica Griggs
writing used to be…
an ensemble of things
pencils, pens paper and books
a preparation of sorts…
And now as soon as you think of it
Technology, computer devices –that become a vice
Devour it- the moments leading up to – the suspense
In an instant you have arrived
The tapping, typing sounds
Can take away the distinct handwriting, sketching, etching across the paper
The visible erased changed thoughts- delete button
The scribbled black blot over a misspelled word - spellcheck
It all can be made perfect instantaneously,
accomplished…arrived –Enter
accomplished …arrived - Enter
(continued below…)…..
technology; computers change fast
like our minds do, and sure they can keep up with us…
like colors that change mood
like songs and their tempo
Writing used to be like these which will never change
Hours, days and sometimes weeks to evolve….
night to day
water to ice
seeds to flowers
chrysalis to butterfly
And I try to keep that medium
Because the joy of writing is the ensemble
The method behind the madness
That creates the beauty
Of what our words and thoughts really are….
The robot genius machine; computer
Can devour the writer…...
Alica Griggs
conquer...
There are many places in the world our feet will not touch…
States, countries, oceans apart
But the land that we are sure to conquer, corner to corner
Is within our own borders
Ourselves…
States, countries, oceans apart
But the land that we are sure to conquer, corner to corner
Is within our own borders
Ourselves…
I am a lover, a fighter and a survivor…
I am a lover first, of life, of each day…hopeful…
And fight the days that just could be better
Those days that creep up like hell
One thing goes wrong and then another,
For whatever reason, as a challenge of the spirit
And when it’s all over I realized I survived it
Because I am a lover first…
Love conquers all…
And fight the days that just could be better
Those days that creep up like hell
One thing goes wrong and then another,
For whatever reason, as a challenge of the spirit
And when it’s all over I realized I survived it
Because I am a lover first…
Love conquers all…
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Rose.......one year in heaven today...God bless....
I picked a rose
From the enchanted garden of truth
As days passed by
I realized it did not die,
Because I planted it in my heart
And the roses have grown wild
Never a thorn
Close enough to harm
Never a leaf fallen
Too far from home,
Blanketing a path
Of trust and beauty infinitely
In suffering,
My tears are as soft As my roses’ petals
Cradling me
With no abrasions…
published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
From the enchanted garden of truth
As days passed by
I realized it did not die,
Because I planted it in my heart
And the roses have grown wild
Never a thorn
Close enough to harm
Never a leaf fallen
Too far from home,
Blanketing a path
Of trust and beauty infinitely
In suffering,
My tears are as soft As my roses’ petals
Cradling me
With no abrasions…
published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
untitled
i gathered myself up
Off of the floor
Like freshly raked leaves
One pile at a time
I wiped my tears
And rung out the towel
My puffy eyes
Pink as a pig
I cried my worries
Into a box
And sent them FedEx
To God
Without a return address
In quite a hurry, as if
I had no time to spare
My soul
It felt stripped bare
Like an autumn tree…
published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
Off of the floor
Like freshly raked leaves
One pile at a time
I wiped my tears
And rung out the towel
My puffy eyes
Pink as a pig
I cried my worries
Into a box
And sent them FedEx
To God
Without a return address
In quite a hurry, as if
I had no time to spare
My soul
It felt stripped bare
Like an autumn tree…
published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
Quotes
Search inside and seek
Your problems and fears
Address them
So they don’t live with you anymore…
***
I eat but, I am always hungry
I am thirsty, but never drunk…
***
The distant cries of a child are as near to my heart as myself…
Quotes published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
Your problems and fears
Address them
So they don’t live with you anymore…
***
I eat but, I am always hungry
I am thirsty, but never drunk…
***
The distant cries of a child are as near to my heart as myself…
Quotes published in "eyeliner" 2005 by Alica Griggs
Saturday, March 13, 2010
I M A G I N E
Imagine if everyone smiled at one another
As they would a baby in the arms of his mother
Imagine if cost was not consequential
Imagine if racism meant to love unconditionally, equally
Imagine if fear was just a word less used
Instead of a word abused
Imagine if your heart only ached with love
And never harbored repugnance
Imagine if selfishness
Wasn’t self righteous, but benevolent
Imagine if billboards and advertisements didn’t falsify happiness
Imagine all imaginable,
War would not exist….
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
As they would a baby in the arms of his mother
Imagine if cost was not consequential
Imagine if racism meant to love unconditionally, equally
Imagine if fear was just a word less used
Instead of a word abused
Imagine if your heart only ached with love
And never harbored repugnance
Imagine if selfishness
Wasn’t self righteous, but benevolent
Imagine if billboards and advertisements didn’t falsify happiness
Imagine all imaginable,
War would not exist….
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
untitled
Give something and be given nothing
Give something and be given something
Give nothing and be given something
Give nothing and be given nothing…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
Give something and be given something
Give nothing and be given something
Give nothing and be given nothing…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
A Whisper
A whisper inside
As light as a feather
As light as a candle
As bright as its fire
Its core is as blue
As a sorrow
Is as dark
When the breath
Takes it away
That the sun
Brings back tomorrow
In the feather of a bird
Of his wings wide open
In the whisper of the wind
He sings triumphantly
Beckoning only
What he knows is beauty
His song
Soaring onto ears,
Making wise of their years
Until the moon gives hope in darkness
A whisper inside
As light as a feather
As light as a candle
As bright as its fire
Its core…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
As light as a feather
As light as a candle
As bright as its fire
Its core is as blue
As a sorrow
Is as dark
When the breath
Takes it away
That the sun
Brings back tomorrow
In the feather of a bird
Of his wings wide open
In the whisper of the wind
He sings triumphantly
Beckoning only
What he knows is beauty
His song
Soaring onto ears,
Making wise of their years
Until the moon gives hope in darkness
A whisper inside
As light as a feather
As light as a candle
As bright as its fire
Its core…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs / published in 2005 "eyeliner"
Monday, February 22, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
A Sunday in full glory...(at the sea's shore)
I kneel before the water
Glistening like diamonds
Rich without amount
Covering the silk of the sand
Knowing not man or woman
Baring its gift of serenity
It's an entity of sort
Covering ankles of those who have sauntered
Aspire to the serenity
Of the endless view of water
Relieve all anxiety
and perish all despair
Of the who kneel before the water
Knows no time
Just tide coming forth
To entertain all in awe
massaging feet in the silk of the sand
water seeping through to fill the void of land
Clear blue sky with distant clouds of soft touch
but you may never feel, just admire much
Water teasing my toes, an admiration
waiting in anticipation
to be kissed and missed
A creature of the earth is this
A Sunday in full glory....
Glistening like diamonds
Rich without amount
Covering the silk of the sand
Knowing not man or woman
Baring its gift of serenity
It's an entity of sort
Covering ankles of those who have sauntered
Aspire to the serenity
Of the endless view of water
Relieve all anxiety
and perish all despair
Of the who kneel before the water
Knows no time
Just tide coming forth
To entertain all in awe
massaging feet in the silk of the sand
water seeping through to fill the void of land
Clear blue sky with distant clouds of soft touch
but you may never feel, just admire much
Water teasing my toes, an admiration
waiting in anticipation
to be kissed and missed
A creature of the earth is this
A Sunday in full glory....
Friday, February 12, 2010
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
-Professor Keating (Robin Williams) in 'Dead Poet's Society'
-Professor Keating (Robin Williams) in 'Dead Poet's Society'
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Love....
If I never felt love,
Then I would wonder what it was….
Look for it
Find it
And keep it always
In my heart…
If I never said, “I love you”
Then life would not have any substance…
It would be shallow, drab and dreary…
If I've never shown Love
Than you've seen nothing at all
Love would be blind too...
If love was not true, than false I would be….
Love is like a candle….
That lights a candle
That lights a candle
Lights a candle…
copyright 2009-10 Alica Griggs
Then I would wonder what it was….
Look for it
Find it
And keep it always
In my heart…
If I never said, “I love you”
Then life would not have any substance…
It would be shallow, drab and dreary…
If I've never shown Love
Than you've seen nothing at all
Love would be blind too...
If love was not true, than false I would be….
Love is like a candle….
That lights a candle
That lights a candle
Lights a candle…
copyright 2009-10 Alica Griggs
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I am a lover, a fighter and a survivor…
I am a lover first, of life, of each day…hopeful…
And fight the days that just could be better
Those days that creep up like hell
One thing goes wrong and then another,
For whatever reason, as a challenge of the spirit
And when it’s all over I realized I survived it
Because I am a lover first…
Love conquers all…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs
I am a lover first, of life, of each day…hopeful…
And fight the days that just could be better
Those days that creep up like hell
One thing goes wrong and then another,
For whatever reason, as a challenge of the spirit
And when it’s all over I realized I survived it
Because I am a lover first…
Love conquers all…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
xoxoxoxoxoxoxox
February 14th marks the holiday of St. Valentine, ...In honor of this candy heart chocolate overload and flowers holiday, that we share with our beloved, I will share with you love poetry...enjoy!...
When I wanted to see love, I saw you
When I smiled it was because I was listening
When my heart cracked, you mended it carefully without me knowing
When my dreams were shattered, you gave me hope-
And shine, the pieces a kaleidoscope…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs
When I wanted to see love, I saw you
When I smiled it was because I was listening
When my heart cracked, you mended it carefully without me knowing
When my dreams were shattered, you gave me hope-
And shine, the pieces a kaleidoscope…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs
Love and Happiness
All we want out of life is love and happiness…
Some people find it in material items, pets,
Having children, a great career or finding the perfect mate
I find that they are none of these….
Maybe all of these,
For me it’s the heart that beats and beats…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs 1/28/10
Some people find it in material items, pets,
Having children, a great career or finding the perfect mate
I find that they are none of these….
Maybe all of these,
For me it’s the heart that beats and beats…
copyright 2010 Alica Griggs 1/28/10
Monday, January 25, 2010
Writing Renaissance...
writing used to be…
an ensemble of things
pencils, pens paper and books
a preparation of sorts…
And now as soon as you think of it
Technology, computer devices –that become a vice
Devour it- the moments leading up to – the suspense
In an instant you have arrived
The tapping, typing sounds
Can take away the distinct handwriting, sketching, etching across the paper
The visible erased changed thoughts- delete button
The scribbled black blot over a misspelled word - spellcheck
It all can be made perfect instantaneously,
accomplished…arrived –Enter
accomplished …arrived - Enter
(continued below…)…..
technology; computers change fast
like our minds do, and sure they can keep up with us…
like colors that change mood
like songs and their tempo
Writing used to be like these which will never change
Hours, days and sometimes weeks to evolve….
night to day
water to ice
seeds to flowers
chrysalis to butterfly
And I try to keep that medium
Because the joy of writing is the ensemble
The method behind the madness
That creates the beauty
Of what our words and thoughts really are….
The robot genius machine; computer
Can devour the writer….
an ensemble of things
pencils, pens paper and books
a preparation of sorts…
And now as soon as you think of it
Technology, computer devices –that become a vice
Devour it- the moments leading up to – the suspense
In an instant you have arrived
The tapping, typing sounds
Can take away the distinct handwriting, sketching, etching across the paper
The visible erased changed thoughts- delete button
The scribbled black blot over a misspelled word - spellcheck
It all can be made perfect instantaneously,
accomplished…arrived –Enter
accomplished …arrived - Enter
(continued below…)…..
technology; computers change fast
like our minds do, and sure they can keep up with us…
like colors that change mood
like songs and their tempo
Writing used to be like these which will never change
Hours, days and sometimes weeks to evolve….
night to day
water to ice
seeds to flowers
chrysalis to butterfly
And I try to keep that medium
Because the joy of writing is the ensemble
The method behind the madness
That creates the beauty
Of what our words and thoughts really are….
The robot genius machine; computer
Can devour the writer….
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