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| I Hope To Not Forget
I love:
Unraked leaves in fall,
Daisies and dandelions in lawns,
Walking through puddles,
Snow on walkways,
Uncut fields of tall grass,
Pitbulls on couches,
Enjoying rain,
Rabbits in living rooms,
Things of beauty that tend to become forgotten.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Hand-Me-Down No More
They laughed around her,
About things she knew was cruel and appalling,
She was the lonely one who cared about animals,
Was more sensitive,
Like she felt separate from the human race.
She tried to make friends,
Reached out and was there for people,
But they were never there for her,
Never returned calls,
Didn't show up for plans,
Just were polite and phony to her face,
Time after time, making her become a hand-me-down.
She tried to be strong,
Attempted to have confidence,
Though loneliness at times would hit her,
And make her sob.
She gradually became bitter and untrusting,
Though in her past she always said she didn't want to become that way,
But she was taught from experience;
No one would choose her to spend their time with,
No one would be there for her,
No one simply cared.
On one of her days full of reflective thoughts,
She wandered a store shopping as she prayed,
In the next moment,
She was drawn to a bullitin board,
There in front of her was a flyer;
"She's been at the pound the longest."
And looked into the beautiful eyes of a pit bull,
The sight was poignant,
Like a plan, she got into her car,
And drove to the pound.
Through the building the barking was so loud and hard to take in,
Walking down the prison isle,
Waiting to see her face.
When she came into view,
And she saw her face,
She immediately knew it was her.
Bending over to touch her face,
She almost cried,
This stranger was so precious,
So sensitive,
That she saw her own life in the pit bull's eyes,
Which were so sincere.
She did not ask, just opened the barred door,
She knelt down and touched her gently,
The pit bull gave her a sincere kiss back.
She could see right through her,
Understood her,
As they were both hand-me-downs,
No negative judgments were made,
Didn't notice her unfancy brown coat,
Just hugged her, wanting to reassure her.
She knew,
Deciding, at that moment,
She said with emotion;
"It will be OK from now on,
I will never leave you,
I will always be there for you,
I love you."
And gave her a kiss.
She meant it more than when anyone else she knew had said it,
The pit bull's returned kiss was like she repeated the words back.
Someone finally responded to her sensitive touch,
Appreciated her love and care,
Something they both needed and craved,
Finding someone that would never hurt them.
That day she chose to spend her life with her,
She gave her the gift of life,
And received life for herself again,
Never to be alone,
Always having each other there to lean on and comfort, when life became hard to handle,
And resolving the achingness of broken love by sharing it everyday with each other with loyalty.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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| What Love Is Like
There is so much I am not aware of,
So much that I have not yet reached,
Love teaches unendingly, infinitely, in directions that go on forever,
That even the wisest, oldest person could never reach an end,
Settle and know all,
Keeping them in a young state,
It opens every single mind,
It is innocent in that way,
Love is the remaining piece of our childhood,
It has no rules or boundaries, it requires no thinking or assessing,
It is unquestioning as it disregards what others think,
Love is the one thing in us that continued from heaven, through the hole among the dark clouds,
Sacred beyond any other thing that can be done,
Centuries of the world’s age will never change it, though it’s possible to bury,
It is the light about a person that makes them look and seem ageless, not fitting into any age group or time,
Love is a high and a pain, though never is wrong,
Because there are no rules,
Love doesn’t see surface, intelligence, or type of animal,
It reveals a hiding away soul and personality
That had been waiting to show it's self,
The blocks fall away,
Love can make you see and feel nature again as more brilliant,
Because you are tying yourself to the earth again,
Love is an antidote for the people’s harsh words and thoughts that you absorb in your mind,
Love travels amazingly without ever physical touch to another in a lifetime,
After a while, it seems like love starts to glue broken pieces of your life together,
And sticks some other’s pieces to your own,
It extends compassion,
Inspiring other’s emotions,
Love brings you into unknown territory and uncertainty,
While you take in another lesson,
Love is a strong peaceful warrior, never losing what causes them to cry,
Love feels like you have been steadied for a moment in time,
Where you feel like you are in the right place for a moment.
©2008 Molly Nicole
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The Reveal
There's a woman a lot of people have met
To most people she seems average, bland
Is overlooked and passed by
Because the true person she is, is not able to show herself
Her soul is standing behind the curtain
In the shadows
Afraid to be seen
What people see on the surface is just a flat painting
They don't really know this person they haven't met
So I must explain
Because it is time that she is revealed;
When she is alone
She is a free spirit
She is a thrill seeker
And loves to dance freely
She is outgoing
She is animated
She is a comedian in writing
She is a story teller
She is young
But has a vintage heart
Though lacking in experience
She feels like a stranger to people her own age
She is a fighter for things that are important to her
And uses her heart as a brain
To her she is no gender, just herself
She is a rebel
And a goth in her mind
She is an inventor mentally
And a local explorer seeking adventure
When she is actually spending time with someone
She feels like she is put in the spot light
Is nervous in a way and cannot show her true self
Her real self is behind bars reaching out her arm in hope.
She is always dreaming while awake
Staring off into space
Longing to one day show who she really is
Maybe she can if she ever befriends someone
Who is with her a lot and won't leave her again.
This person I am speaking of is me
And it is time I let people know
Who I am.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Safe In My Heart
The memories of the ones who I love
Who have passed away
Are locked in my heart as if it's a safe
Never to be forgotten, at least while I am on earth
Their mark will be left on this earth, in my heart
And their mark will be left by the lines on my face, when I was sad about them
And my smile as a reminder when I was happy to be with them
Stewie and Blossom,
I love them
Think about them all the time
Glad to wear a scar on my leg from Stewie
Showing that he was reaching for something he wanted
But did not get on earth
And Blossom, if I ever have a pet rescue, it will be named after her.
In my heart their memory is safe because I love them
And in my heart I trust that they are safe in a heaven
And one day when I die, no one should forget that it will be a day of exuberant reunion with my beloved and precious animals, those I loved like a child
They have touched me
Opened my heart to love
Impacted me
Pushed me to want to save the next somehow
And if not possible to on this earth
Then save them in my heart.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
Photo of Blossom
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| In Dreams
I am standing in a serene field, looking across it
The height of the grasses and weeds gives the illusion that the tops are floating
And the sun is casting beautifully on it's green and white colors
As I walk, my fingertips brush across the seeds
And I am in one of the most free moments of my life
Because Stewie, Harrison, and Blossom are with me
They are running through the field playing with each other
Blossom is racing around at top speed like she does
Stewie and Harrison are more like galloping
Going in circles and getting each others attention to play
The happiest looks are on their faces
As they look at me the light is catching in their eyes
I am running through the grass playfully with them
Just to be in their presence I am blissful with a glowing smile
I have escaped into a peaceful place
And into a place that feels like heaven has shared a piece of itself
Down on us
When I hug them I finally feel closest to their spirits
And they kiss me
I am almost brought to tears
Maybe one day this would be real,
If maybe we were meant to be connected in a web somehow
To teach me
Bring me back to love, for each one of them.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
Photo of Stewie.
Photo of Harrison
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Afraid
My biggest fear
Is that one day I become numb
Think that because tragedies happen all the time, that it is okay
To try to justify them so that it doesn't hurt
To turn and look the other way in the face of immoral happenings
To lose that childlike innocence and sensitivity
To not have a sick feeling in my stomach
To not have my heart broken anymore
To be emotionally dead
Become inhuman
My biggest fear is to not be afraid
Of horrible things happening to others.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Undending Dreams
I spend my days and nights dreaming,
Almost continuously,
Picturing in my mind moments that I am longing for,
Dreaming the things that don't usually happen to me in reality,
My dreams are like a broken record spinning,
While in reality lieing people are reoccuring,
Untrusting heart is preparing to be leary.
In my mind's dreams there is love, a sky that is soft and gentle,
Fields that are peaceful, a freed spirit to dance,
Friendship that is truthful and genuine,
I am craving someone honest,
I am craving it with all my heart and soul,
Tiring of life without it,
Days that I ache.
I want to believe my dreams are real,
But the only beautiful thing I can reach out and touch is an animal,
An animal who returns a touch back with love,
I reach out, but dream for other things,
That I cannot have so I reach for distraction,
Comedy to make me laugh,
Activities to keep me busy,
But inside I really don't know what to do.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Overlooking
They tell people who are quiet,
Kind,
Shy,
Gentle,
Or introverted,
That they must learn to be assertive,
Louder,
Not let people walk on them,
Not let perverse people talk to them,
Stand up straight and keep their chin up,
Be different in order to get hired at a business,
Be different to earn friends.
We are taught to change
To be an uglier person to protect ourselves from the ugly ones who harass us,
To get them to leave us alone on the street
We lose the innocent person we used to be
Fighting to have respect.
Is there not a place in this world for the people who are quiet or gentle?
Is their spirit to be dislocated and become like the boistrous and proud,
Loud, outgoing people, in order to gain liking, respect?
It seems to be this way with other species too,
Do the dogs at the pound who are quiet get left behind to die?
Yes,
Are the quiet, sweet pet rabbits the animals that everyone doesn't want anymore?
Yes,
Do people not look inside, take the time to see what is there,
Who they are, what they stand for?
I guess I was born to be a gentle quiet person,
Though, inside what has become of me?
Parts of me have rotted,
I have become untrusting, intimidated,
But fearless and strong willed,
I am fighting with my own two people,
One to protect the other who is innocent,
While the innocent is transforming,
Absorbing, leaning a little into what this society is called,
And the innocence of so many people all around us is dieing everywhere,
In this chain reaction,
Now that we think of others this way.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Teeter
Today my sweet girl was killed
At the pound
She was so special that words cannot properly describe
Everything about who she is and what she stands for
Only meeting her and truly knowing her would
To give her the time to spend with her
She is not just a statistic number at the pound
Not an "Oh well, it happens all the time."
She is heart and soul and love
She is someone I truly and honestly will never, ever forget
And she will touch me forever
When I am old I will still never forget
She is to special
She will never die in my mind
We are connected
I could see it in her face
The way she looked at me
And how I loved her
Would do anything for her
Fight for her for weeks up until the end
Hope, pray, try,
Move up and down on a rollercoaster
To hope to see her okay and safe
And given a chance to live
And live her dream life
My sweet girl Teeter,
This world is to messed up for your special spirit
But that is why you were meant to be here
To bring a smile to people's faces
To make people regain love when they had given it up like an old bad habit
To bring an atmosphere of light to those days that would otherwise leave some of us painfully isolated
To share your spirit
To live your life for you
Doing all the above is part of living your life for you.
Humans have turned their selves away from lessons
Looked away from your hopeful face and others
They have not grasped your story
Felt your soul
Or other's
They have let themselves go without knowing
What they missed
Who they could have kissed
And what they could have changed.
(c)2009 Molly Nicole
Photo of Teeter
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The Sacrifice
All the time I am thinking
About the ones I know
The innocent animals behind bars
I am disturbed
I am a wrecked person
I am obsessing
Sitting, thinking, locked up in here,
Worried
Shattered
Slowly fiddling with the small shards of my broken self
Trying to get them back together the right way
But then the hammer comes down again before there is a chance
My spirit is dieing
Because I love the animals at the pound who are going to die
I look in their eyes and tell them I love them
But I am not complaining about love
What has my soul gained from loving them?
More than words could describe or an earthly mind could fathom
I am at a high and a low
I am the sacrifice
Here is my heart
Now I want to die.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Free Spirited Woman
She was a wonderful procrastinator
Dropping things to chase the moment
Totally spontaneously she would
Let her feelings taker her wherever she wanted
To give her a thrill
The moment was precious
Didn't want to disregard it
Tomarrow would be to late
In a burst of energy she'd run, travel by any way
Take in the sun, the sky, the rain, the music, the inclination to dance, smell what the wind brought, be a child, let her curiosity lead her, go alone if no one happened to be there,
But if someone was there then they were inspired and brought into her getaway little world, even if in that moment she wasn't traveling far.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole
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Penitentiary For The Innocent
Dogs at the pound
Like innocent children
Put behind bars
Being punished for an irresponsible person's mistake
For a person dumping them
Punishment for some that were not trained
And the lowest of all: some being punished for the fact that they were abused
At the pound they must endure confusion
Longing daily for at least some tid bit of companionship
Crying for attention
To a person who walks down the isle
They listen to the absolute chaos of 30 plus dogs begging
Whining and barking
The constant incredibly immense sound making each other go crazy
Making them lack in sleep
And protecting what little space they have
Some getting wrongly labeled "dog aggressive" because of it
They lack in excersize
Making them go wild when they actually get out in a yard
For 10 minutes
A blast of released energy
In front of a potential adopter
Makes them seem crazed
Paints a warped image of who the dog is
When the dog would be different if she were in a home environment
With enough sleep and exercise
Enough attention and love.
Here the innocent are being punished
For what HUMANS have done: abandoned them
For this I am ashamed that my eyes have even witnessed
The fact that these unbelievable situations exist
And that the shy, innocent, and sincere end up dieing
Thrown away like they never touched anyone with their love.
(c)2008 Molly Nicole ***************************************************************************************************************************** Leaf On The Water I am like a leaf on water
I am just floating
Unknowing of what direction I will be taken
Just trying to stay up
Not knowing what is underneath or what is above
The ripples are moving from me and I affect what is around me
I had been growing on the tree for longer than the others
Only because I have dropped into this place not long ago
Everything is newer to me than them
I am young minded in an older creation
I am simple
Taking in everything
The sun burns me even though I am in the water
The cold is VERY cold to me
But the birds have the sweetest sound to me more than others
And the flowers amaze me
I am trying to learn everything, though lacking are the experiences
Because I was still stuck to that tree
Isolated from the other leaves
Now I am floating and no leaves really reach me
Just the dragonflies and other creatures
And that is how I have continued (c)2008 Molly Nicole
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