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Heather Secrest Poem
I see things in my dreams
Aliens then screams
Government, terrorists, spies
Ghosts, ghouls, monsters, lies
They are coming in my sleep
I can’t scream, not a peep
Fireants in my brain
My voices make it plain
Life isn’t as it seems
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
Locked my heart threw away the key
Locked it up so they can’t see
Its breaking loose
Can’t set it free
Can’t keep it close
Can’t let it be
I try to find my sanity
But somehow that’s just not me
My brain thinks differently
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
Others see a different world
Without the fear of dreams unfurled
Broken hearts, shattered screams
My insanity becomes a reality
That only I can see
My reality is the insanity
Deep inside of me
Until I set it free
I will never see with clarity
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
I just gotta set it free
I just gotta be me
The world wants me to hide
They just gotta realize
That I am truly crazy
And really that’s just me
I am finally set free
To find my sanity
In insanity
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
And I know that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m finally alive
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2014
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Heather Secrest Poem
Cotton candy castles
When you look closely at an idea,
it has no weight.
The holes seem to weigh
more than the thought itself
The idea can never happen.
It can never be real.
It is too preposterous,
too stupid.
The light is shined into
the cavity of a brain, and
the ideas melt away like
bits of spun sugar melting
in your mouth. Small, Insignificant
Fluff never to be seen again.
You try to save the fluff.
Keep it from the light.
But no matter how
the idea hides, it cannot
escape the scrutiny of the
world. The idea flees
from the light, and
collides with another
idea fleeing the same fate.
The holes from one idea
fill in the holes of the other.
The idea grows
Bigger, and collides
with more ideas. Their
holes gaining more and
more weight until
they are what the world calls
concrete.
Now the idea is something
to be reckoned with.
The idea could change the
world. It could bring an
alternate eternity
into life. The idea could
do ANYTHING.
It continues to grow
little spun fibers of
fluff gathering speed,
gathering power, gathering
weight.
Until the weight is too
much to hold the holes
together, and the idea
is scattered, like fluff
in the wind. The weight
of the wholes, is more than
the weight of the idea.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
I always thought this was a castle when I was little
Beautiful. Magic
on a spiritual high
We’d like to be shooting straight for heaven
Im going there someday ..
my kinda place ???
Heaven on earth.
“if this isn’t your castle, then you’re not my prince”
Yep this is what I’m passionate about, just waiting for the moment to take it to the next level.
“Come follow me”
Y’all don’t even know how much I love to see the temple…
I love this
better than anything on the strip. ending Sunday/Vegas trip (:
Although I love to see the temple, I love attending it even more. What a blessing.
Best place ever.
The House of The Lord.
Beautiful day at the temple
This is what my schedule revolves around
Home sweet home :-)
I need a dose of this; I hope for tomorrow:)
My goal is to be married in the temple # families are forever #till eternity
My favorite Temple one day I shall be sealed there for eternity ! # happily ever after
The most beautiful place on planet earth!
“The path we take to perfection isn’t ever as straight as we want it to be., but truth is, we all have peaks and valleys. Some of our peaks are a little higher and some of our valleys are a little lower, but as long as your path is still going up, you’ll be okay in the end. Sometimes you have to stub your toe just to remind yourself you can walk… oh… sorry.”
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
The Maiden
I wake up in the morning and stretch,
Luxuriating in the feel of a young body
Able to follow any command given.
With no pain
And with No fear of injury.
My mind floats distracted by the millions
Of tiny insignificant thoughts
Drifting through.
I try to focus on just one of the tasks
That occupy my time,
But I cannot seem to find
The motivation to use
All the energy
I have.
The Mother
The afternoon has come far too soon.
There is not enough time to do
All the things I neglected this
Morning.
I rush with the city,
Smoke pouring from my engines
As I race to do the things
That my kids require.
My love never lessens.
The world is my child,
And I am
Forever and always
Its mother.
The Crone
Old age has come with the evening
But now it is the time for joy.
I have lived my life
To the fullest of my possibilities
Even if my body
No longer can move
Like in the morning
My soul still dances
On nimble feet.
But oh how I wish
To go back in time and
Dance again.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
Once upon a time...
A little boy and a little girl
Looked up at the stars from the planet below
Seeing the moon hang bright in the sky
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
Said the stars in the sky to the two on the ground,
If you reach up high and fly into the night
You will never come down
Try as you might
So the boy and the girl came up with a scheme
(not to be like Heroes stun guns blazing,
Or find aliens no matter how amazing)
But to build a sleek spaceship to follow their dream.
They rolled up their sleeves,and got right to work
Putting gizmos to gadgets,
whosits to whatsits
A mighty spaceship did start to take form.
At last came the day when the two,
Declared that all was right.
they could finally, 3...2...1 ...
Blast off into the night.
Together in a spaceship built on dreams
As they went along their travels
All of the marvels
In a lonely universe they did see.
Past the supernovas
And into Antares nebula
Swinging from Orion's belt
And drinking from the dipper.
Seeing baby stars be born
In the Oort cloud
Eating cookies with the Milky way
Jumping around the galaxies.
Just the boy and the girl all alone
Among the shining stars
Floating in a spaceship
Heading back towards home.
A little boy and a little girl
Look down from the stars to the planet below
Past the moon hanging bright in the sky.
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
... The end.
03/02/14
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2014
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Heather Secrest Poem
The call of the mighty
Kraken
across a silent sea.
Is enough to scare
a salior stiff,
but nothing can scare
me.
For I know the mighty
Kraken
is not as bad
as he
may seem at first
to be.
All he truly wants to have
is a spot
of tea.
So he cries and throws a
tantrum.
Looking for someone like me
who is not afraid to
sit and talk
and have a spot of
tea.
So if in the dark of night
you hear the Kraken's call,
simply stay to sit and chat
maybe you will find that
hs not so bad
at all.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
I see you standing there
Hiding from the crowd
You say the world's too big
You say the world's too loud
I reach out my hand
And put yours in mine
To pull you out into
The whirlwind of life
Life is full of crazy
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
You gotta be brave
I know you have your own
World in your head
Maybe you might like
The outside world instead
I'm not trying to say
That I understand
I want you to know
I'm reaching out my hand
Life is full of crazy
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
you gotta be brave
I know you find life
Hard to be around
I can't let you hide
Six feet underground
if you want to try
To try and take a chance
Step outside your walls
Let go and join the dance
Cuz...
Life is full of crazy
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring
If everyone was sane.
You gotta let the beast
Out of its cage
You gotta be crazy
You gotta be brave
I see you standing there
Hiding from the crowd
You say the world's too big
You say the world's too loud
Life is full of crazy
There is no life that's plain
Life would just be boring
If everyone was sane.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2014
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Heather Secrest Poem
JUST KIDDING
The two most
Dangerous,
Most
Damaging
Words that could be spoken
(Just Kidding)
I hate you!
(Just Kidding)
I’m so stupid.
(just kidding)
(just kidding)
Say it enough and it begins
To lose its meaning.
I hate you.
(just kidding)
I’m so stupid.
(Just kidding)
I want to kill myself
(Just kidding)
Until finally meaning is gone
And all you are left with,
Is pain that no
JUST KIDDING
Will ever mend.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
For pool noodle lightsaber to make
Start needs be with pool noodle.
If not a sith lord you wish to be
Half a noodle is all you need.
The force of duct tape be with you!
A handle you wrap, silver be color.
Details you need, black stripes numbered three.
Electrical tape energy will the force fill you with.
Two vertical strips added must be
Finished your pool noodle lightsaber is awesome
Added special effects needed are.
Boys to hit must come also.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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Heather Secrest Poem
I quite like Haikus.
They are short and fun to write.
sometimes...they work out.
There is just something,
not the personality,
but something that works.
Sometimes they become
More than simply ordered lines.
They are poetry.
Copyright © Heather Secrest | Year Posted 2013
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