Daydreams and Imaginations
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poetry by
Julia Ann Ferguson (c) 1997 - 2001 All Rights Reserved
I hope you enjoy my private collection
of thoughts and feelings.
Please respect my wishes to not reproduce any portion of
my work without my written permission. Thank you!
PAGE 1 AND 2 UPDATED ~ NOVEMBER 15, 1997
My Mind
My mind whispers...
"Can you hear me?"
Silence...
My mind asks...
"Can you hear me?"
But no answer...
My mind screams...
"Can you hear me? Can't you f**cking hear me?"
Nothing...
My mind begs...
"Help me"
But no one can hear me...
~ October 19, 1997 ~
Written while contemplating how to express to others what I am feeling.
Today my pain is hidden...
But you can see it in the clouds
It comes upon the thunder
You can hear it in the rain
you can smell it in the aftermath
Of my slowly rotting brain
Nature can deceive you
The weather wraps it tight
But it sits on my face plainly
You can always see it plainly
On a clear and moonlit night
You can touch it when you struggle
With the dampness of the fog
When you gasp for air
You know its there
Sifting through the smog
You can see it in the rainbow
That never touches ground
In the failure
Of the struggle
To remain safe and sound
You can hear it in my soft goodbye
You can smell it in my hair
The pain that's all around me
In me,
Up and down me
Well you can always see it plainly
It sits on my face plainly
If you look
You'll see it plainly
On a clear and moonlit night
~ March 13th, 1994 ~
Written during a time when I was seeking
God's will and hoping to have
my character defects removed...but realizing how I had used many of those
defects within me to protect me from the many pains of life I had
experienced and how truly vulnerable I was now going to become.
Black
Black is the color of the bottom of a deep silent puddle,
Or the background of a midnight moon.
It creeps in on you when death is near,
And it surrounds you when you're blind or can't hear.
Black is the color you think when you're all alone.
Black is where monsters live,
It's where I don't dare go!
Black has many feelings,
Which we all express.
Black stands out from all the rest.
I like Black best!
~ May 5, 1978 ~
Written shortly after my 14th birthday.
Bird of Paradise
Flutters like a butterfly
busy as a bee,
Sings just like a mockingbird
But caged in by her "mon amie".
Pretty as a peacock,
Graceful as a swan.
Powerful as a falcon,
Hunting in the dawn.
Trapped like a seagull,
Lost if not a pair.
Migrates to a vulture,
Who doesn't even care.
Open your wings,
Release his talons from your heart.
You should be peaceful as a dove,
Not being torn apart.
Fly towards your dreams,
Become a bird of paradise.
~ July 3, 1985 ~
Written for a girlfriend who was caught in an abusive relationship.
AG
I look into your heart, and see the pain and anguish there.
I want to pull it apart, to save you from your self despair.
But the pieces that I find would never fit for me.
You must rebuild yourself, to set your anguish free!
If you want a friend, to hold the pieces while you do.
You can count on me, to safely guard those pieces through.
I'll give them food and water, I'll love them like my own.
And gladly give them back to you, when you've rebuilt their home!
I'll even give you nails and wood, and the blue prints given to me.
The ones I received from God above, to guide and set me free.
And the building tool that you will need, I'll give that to you too.
A simple prayer that you need help, and God will see you through!.
~ July 10, 1997 ~
This poem was for someone I attempted to
reach out to and share part
of my experience, strength and hope with...
I am working on page four...it will be a small collection of poems I have written with a focus on Nature.
