Lady Blue

You knew?
Of a Lady Blue
A frightened, lost young women

They took the innocence,
Out from under her shoes

Stolen a kiss,
A touch amiss
Broken, unknown
Of the damage you can't atone

The storm came
Quick and went the same

Stranger took her by the hand
Affectionate to death
Another left to be damned

Left abandoned in the cold
Soul alone and worn so old

In the darkness she finds
Soaking up bits of sunlight

Sweeping emotions;
The spectrum as extreme as the ocean

Calm in one instant
Next;
Caught in swift upward motion

Sucked in the sea
Spiraling out of control

But her blue eyes always see
Into the depths of the soul

Lady Blue
Woke from a nightmare
So desperate for life

I showed her the way
Through a mirrored blue night

You knew,
Lady Blue
Only in your dreams
Is this story now as real as it seems

Couloir Rouge

Couloir Rouge



In the hall

There were pictures

Framed just like a memory

Of what was once real to me



The walls were red

Everything red

Who knew a color so pretty

Could cause such anxiety

If these walls could speak

They’d scream



I’ve been running

Wish there was

A reason or rhyme

These walls are closing in on me

Stifling reality;

I never wanted anything

But these dreams aren’t just when I sleep



All the people

Frozen in the past

With these false advertisements;

That they tried to sell to me,

On that big empty screen



Flashing all these lies,

Before my eyes,

Only left us stranded,

Desensitized

All those brilliant colors

Still stick in my mind



Wandering;

These corridors

In hopes of finding

Something more

A fantastic reality

Ill never posses what’s out of reach


Try to keep my head held high

Were marching forward

I'm out of line

Taking my steps out of time

And I’m stumbling


Cause Ive been running

Off the chosen path

This memories

Are pictures to me;

These dreams aren't just when I sleep

Couloir Rouge

In the hall

There were pictures

Framed just like a memory

Of what was once real to me



The walls were red

Everything red

Who knew a color so pretty

Could cause such anxiety

If these walls could speak

They’d scream



I’ve been running

From nothing

Wish there was

An end to this

These walls are closing in on me

Stifling reality;

I never wanted to be anything

But these dreams aren’t just when I sleep



All the people
Frozen in the past

With these false advertisements that they tried to sell to me

On that big empty screen



Flashing all these lies,

Before my eyes,

Only stranding us desensitized

All those brilliant colors still stick in my mind



Wandering;

These corridors

In hopes of finding

Something more



A fantastic reality

Ill never posses what’s out of reach

Try to keep my head held high

Were marching forward out of line

I’m taking my steps out of time

And I’m stumbling

The beat

A metronome; a tempo
Steady
One, two, three
Some say life is just a tango
We’re the choir learning to sing

Every note,
Needs a medium
Every melody,
Needs a beat

Like every bird,
Has a chance to take wing,
As every failure;
Feels defeat

A steady rhythm; of fluid grace
In a perfect harmony
Beautiful songs
Sung so melodic
Lovesick, sad, and lonely

Feel the waves
Of the music
The colors
It makes you see

Become one in that moment
Become one with everything

Heart-beats
That underlying tune
I am the song inside me
Like the summer and spring
Inside June

Adore (revision)

A Man a women,
What's right-
and what's left
Hot and cold,
My hands on porcelain skin

Beautiful yet tragic
How opposing forces
Intertwine flawlessly
-hand clasping hand
Will always connect
Like cause and effect

Silence; speaks
a thousand sentences
My soul tells
Me still,
Hearts hanker
Heaving sin and sorrow
What beauty yearning brings?
-crisp clear waters of tomorrow

Burning and churning
Rivers flowing, in the soul
Burning and churning
To get back into the fold

Hear the flames
Scorching and screaming
Wishing air would fuel the fire
Home is where the heart is
Our hearts, hold all desire

Like fire and water
Earth and air
A true lover hates to love
Love is;
Simple paradox
To lead us there

Empty gives way to whole
Hate can show us love
Sometimes we must,
Start a path to destruction
To learn to reconstruct

Adore

A Man and women,
What's right-
and what's left
Hot and cold,
Resting
My hands on porcelain skin

Beautiful yet tragic
How we talk without a voice.
Silence; speaks
a thousand sentences

My soul tells me still,
Not the time for building up fences
Not the time for wallowing, or defeat

There's a heart that needs saving
A fire that needs to feed

Gasping, gulping for air
Stealing my senses
These lungs can't hold in
My emotions, my pretenses

Heat a fire
Blazing, beaming
A ray of light
Something inside me sparking
Two will ignite

Love a torch
Forever burning in my soul
Catch glimpse into a lovers eyes
Brilliant mystics will unfold

Like a fire burning
Flames of curious things

Journal 2

Jordanna Rosen

Week 4 Journal 2

Robert Frost “The Road Not Taken”

            The first verse details two roads diverging and a traveler is standing at the end, and he must decide which road to take. Already the reader can note the allegory of the road. A road diverged represents the different paths we have the opportunity to take, to wherever we decide to go in life. At the age of understanding we are able to begin choose our life’s path, weather we choose to stay on that road or not. The roads thus symbolize life itself and the choices we make. Being alone, the traveler must make the decision on his own, of which road to walk down. It demonstrates how the decisions one makes for their own life should be down in solitude, so that our choices are pure of heart, the choice to be what we want to be.

            The first road he looks down until he cannot see the road any longer in the undergrowth and almost dreary image. The narrator takes the other road instead, the better claim (Frost, Verse 2), because it was alive and grassy. The likely hood of choosing either road was fair and even, with no bias. Then, soon realizing that life will keep moving, and beginning to doubt the idea of ever turning back. The further forward the traveler moves on with life the less likely he is to look back, and move in a different direction. Showing the clear connection to the path taken, the righteous path. Looking back in the future the narrator will able to realize the importance of that right choice. By choosing the road the road that was less traveled by the narrator can see how that has made him out to be who he was meant to be. The repetition of the first line in the last verse shows again the importance of the image of the paths. By choosing his own path the narrator is sure of his journey weather there is a final destination or not. “And that has made all the difference,”(Frost, Verse 4).