Author Archives: eaglebear204

“A rose by any other name would smell as sweet” -Shakespeare Roses are red, Violets are blue, What name is true when others label you? I used to believe that others knew me better than I knew myself. The words they used to call me by, their opinions freely shared, spoke truths beyond my understanding ofContinue reading “Name tags”

My life feels divided, like a giant curtain pulled across a stage separating the performance from the viewers, and I’m the Emcee living on both sides of the curtain. I have so many circles of breadth and depth. Mere acquaintances just shy of strangers, to family members and friends. Some closer in the past, someContinue reading “Dividing curtains”

There’s a place I know called purple. I find myself soloing its borders often. So many questions in a day. How was your day? Is not usually asked. The answer brushed on fine, great, or maybe just ok. A simple phrase in passing, not one for unpacking in all the layers of boring, drama, tryingContinue reading “Purple”

I love camping. The simplicity of life found being lost in the middle of nowhere, surrounded in the silence nature brings, with views that embrace me in my tiny existence. Out there I’m no one in particular. I don’t belong anywhere nor to anyone. I exist outside of time. No bills to pay, no lists,Continue reading “Significance”

I just want to sit hereStill in this momentIt won’t last foreverIn a blink it will be gone A second of contentment Joy and anticipationThis moment, it’s rareYet so desperately sought for One moment, so preciousWearing satin and laceI don’t want to share Left alone with its caress Sharing it might change its colorLike aContinue reading “Present”

Block. Brick. Stone. Rock. Mortar. Cement. Stackable. Fallible. Endless. Pointless. I’m in a tangle. I don’t know what to write. So many spaces, so many voices, too much chatter and running about. In the echo of pressure I’ve placed upon myself I can’t hear myself stop, I don’t know where I’ve dropped. I can thinkContinue reading “Her”

When I was 7 I spent most of my free time riding my bike by myself. It was pink and teal with peddle brakes, and never took me farther than the sidewalk around the block and the dirt hills in my front yard. I remember riding down the driveway onto the dirt hill as fastContinue reading “Bike. Life.”

Once upon a time there lived a maiden so fair, with long blonde hair tied back in a braid she spent all of her day out upon the cliffs. Climbing and sending brought joy to her heart and from dawn to dusk she could always be found climbing up and up chasing her goal toContinue reading “The Maiden Fish”

Spring hits like a fever rolling by on a breeze fresh from snow, its chill evaporates playing tag with the sun. Floral fragrance tickles noses with a simple sneeze, accruing tissues, red noses and too much achooing. Sunsets expand layered in soft light, painting promise in clouds written across the sky like a banner proclaimingContinue reading “Seasons”

Where have all the adults gone? I find myself puzzled and seriously flabbergasted that somehow I’ve replaced the grown ups I used to know. I was the kid, worried about myself and the focus of adult worries, pondering my own future and all it held. The growing up was still before me with maturity andContinue reading “Stains”