Shir Poetry: A Million Lives

If I could live a million lives
One thing would stay the same.
A common thread among the themes-
The echo of a name.

No matter how, or when, or where,
Beginning, middle, end-
The only thing I'd want to keep
Is life with my best friend.

To feel their every feeling,
To hold them with my heart,
To feel that phantom longing
When our bodies are apart.

If nothing ever mattered,
If life was but a day,
I'd wake each morning in their arms
And die each night that way.

Shir Poetry: A work in progress

A situation stalled,
A promise pending on a tilt
In our decisions,
New forgivings
May not lie.


A layer added to the sheath
to tame a fickle flame inside;
As the unbidden truths are hardest to receive.


A lyric of a dreamer's heart,
Expressive of a feeling.

Free at last.

Free from negativity, 
Free from hate,
Free from greed,
Free from the material,
Free from need,
Free from jealousy,
Free from pity, self loathing, and strife,
Free from all the things in life that distract us from its true purpose, from its beauty... from the truth.


To become selfless in a world full of selfish tendencies.


I discovered me.


I am proud of who I am.


Selfless and free.

November

Spring Forward, Fall Back

In November the hours are slower:
winding-down weather, the fresh lather
of a first snow. The winter,
with its months of hospital afternoons

waits huddled just over the border.
And ice will make all the distances
that much further. Speak now, kiss now
before the river freezes altogether.

-Troy Jollimore

Shir Poetry: Breaking the Spell

A few helpings of something so epic

I've gotten hooked on this feeling-

Again.

Ahead of my time as always,

I envision a future for all-

And hope.

All I want is the comfort of knowing, that when we get there...

It will be there.

It will.

Shir Poetry: Generation Dreamer

Generation dreamer in a world of ancient scrolls, 

Reborn into a world that ages down.  

Stripped of the shackles that bind our wings to stone- 

The hollow upper hand is ours to take.  

Broken from the shadows left to loom in fragile air, 

Now free to write the soul as we see fit. 

A slave but to our dreams, we live 

Not ignorant to truth, we see 

With open arms we're naked in the masses.  

Meaning never questioned but defined in every breathe. 

Energy emitted from a smile within a chest. 

A future we'll be proud to preach, 

A seamless world where dreamers sleep, 

And ever lie- 

In peace.

"I write poems to figure things out."

Lykke Li: Remixed

Words cannot describe how happy I am that these tracks exist, and I can't for the life of me decide which one I like the best. Wow. Just... wow :)

...

It is,
What it is.
But,
What is it?

Shir Poetry: Still... still.

Still,
Apart from breathe.
Around me turns a world
yet,
I am still.
Eyes,
locked forward
Bound in an empty gaze.
Because my eyes 
while clearly open,
cannot see.
Engulfed inside a sea of sounds once meant for notice
I hear,
not one.
While the touch of flesh against my skin
makes me whole,
and I am numbed.
So still I am
I do not feel that I am not. 
Slowly rising,
Slowly falling.
Fused into the space where I belong-
a perfect fit.
Still,
in this place,
Still,
like this.

come dance with me!!! @shirisdancing

I got twitter! follow me http://twitter.com/shirisdancing 

I like to dance.

Shir Poetry: happy :)

This is it.

One life we have.

There is no second try.

Friendships will fade

And lessons learned

As seasons change our mind.

Condense moments of sorrow

Be it forced, 
Or fake, 
Or tried.

Just dance like no one's watching

And the rest will come in time.

Be true to your own reason

Make happiness your game
Embrace your every feeling
And smile away the pain.


Be happy everyday :)

Shir Poetry: rain on me.

It's too quiet now-a-days

The sounds in here just aren't the same

Where is the ringing in the moments of the day?

Back in this bubble sound is bleak

It's only buzzing when they speak

There's no excitement when they talk about the rain.

My sleep is peaceful every night

Nothing to stir this busy mind

And I am left to dream of memories once shared.

But I'll keep singing 'til I fly

Relive the times that keep me high

And wait patiently for it to rain on me.

Pablo Neruda: Bird

It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.

When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.

Shir Poetry: Somewhere

An ocean of chances not taken

Left a future to run off its course

If I had only the strength then, I have now

I'd be elsewhere.

Every moment that passes I'm stronger

All the while filled with fear it's too late

With assurance our dream was still wanted

We'd be elsewhere.

Unleashed from what held me so captive
Now no longer afraid to be free
A freedom we could share together,
And be somewhere.

Shir Poetry: Hand Holding

Feel my hand across the world,
It's warm and safe to touch.
Whenever you are lonely
Pick it up.
We're a thousand miles apart
And yet you're always by my side
When my hand is in your hand
And yours in mine.
Your palms tell me your stories
I can almost feel you smile
Just by holding to your hand
While smiling too.
And when you're sad I feel that pain
And wish that I could make it pass
Just by squeezing both our hands
With all my might.
Vibrations in this hold
Does that feeling pass to you?
I'll let you hold my hand
Until you feel it too.

Shir Poetry: My You

I miss the me I was with you
And the version of you that was mine.
I see you now,
A familiar stranger
And you're just not you anymore.
Grown up and far gone,
Our lives have moved on,
Past the we that we were with just us.
Yet when I reflect
On the time that we shared
You're the you that I hold in my heart:
And as time moves forward you stay there,
Never changing,
Always mine-
At least to the me that I was for you too.
That's the you that I miss,
The one that I've saved
My own personal version of you.

Shir Poetry: I'm OK with that

I go to bed alone and I'm OK with that,
Because at least I have a bed to keep me warm.
I greet the day alone but I'm just fine with that,
Because at least I wake up in a stable home.
I don't always have someone to call each moment
And I don't always have a plan for Friday night
So I don't shy away from talk about the weather
Cause it's ok to not have something on your mind.
Everyday above the ground is something special.
With every breathe I take I feel that I'm alive.
And I can say for fact that I'm a decent person
Depsite some scummy ones I've let into my life.
I can look into a mirror and feel pretty.
Without a hint of narcissism in the way,
And when I look back on the paths I took to get here
I don't regret a single step I took to date.
I'd erase the painful memories in storage
If I could save the lessons that I learned from them
I am me because of everyday before this
And I'll be OK with how things turn out in the end.

Shir Poetry: From back in the day...

Here are a few oldies that I wrote back in the day. They're not that challenging, but they sure are fun :)

UNIVERSITY!!

A never ending party
With a pricey cover fee
A flood of youthful bodies
Not too sure of what to be

Endless shots of vodka
And clubs called 'century'
The biggest stress the frosh face
Is to find good fake ID!

Instant, boundless freedom
Self-responsibility
New found independence
Means we do our own laundry

A place of 'education'
To be all that we can be?
FUCK THAT! Have a beer!
Cheers, to University!!

Release

When you're feeling stressed out
And need a break from life
When all your problems stab you
Like a dull and rusty knife

When all you need is perking up
A bright red EXIT sign
There's three thing I can think of
To put things back in line

Stress is universal
A nasty wretched hex
And our defense against it
Is LIQUOR, DRUGS, and SEX!