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

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

☮ ♥ ☺… 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★

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

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…

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…