Best Visionarygirl Poems
Divorced parents,
Family of five from both side,
Oldest one from both side,
Courage that runs inside her heart,
She does what she think is right,
Hope is all she got,
Only one who thinks outside of the box,
Who looks at th big image of life,
Who leads her way without following others,
Only one who changed her families religion,
To one she knows the best is right for her,
Only one who loves someone who is out of her culture,
She is eager to learn anything and everything,
She loves to study history of all countries,
She carries her camera every where she goes,
And every single day she finds something intersting,
She loves to take pictures,
She got ideas for being a creative like no others,
Art with all media's is her passion,
She feels she is different,
She feels like she doesn't blong here,
This girl like to know what do people who reads think of her poems,
This girl who you just read about is me.
I awake to the girl sleeping by my side
The clouds are everywhere within the blue sky
I wake the girl and her eyes open slow
As we stand her and I have no place to go
We start to walk and I begin to hear
A message being whispered, the end you will fear
I grip the girls hand and then we start to walk
Then the spirits enter my mind and they begin to talk
I try to ignore what they say and something catches my eye
Leaving the ground to the air a sparrow begins to fly
The sparrow can talk and it calls out my name
This treacherous bird seems to be very tame
It perches on the branch of a locust tree
Asking us both if we want to be free
We agree with the bird and nod our heads
Everything goes black and we wonder if we're dead
Our boundaries brighten the surrounding land
We both are standing on ground covered in sand
The spirits tell me that I'm still a fool
I respond quickly this is my mind and here I rule
Their whispering voices fade away
I check on the girl and she seems to be okay
We both lay down right next to each other
We hold hands and look to the water
Now is my chance to make things right
I kiss her lips and then we fall asleep through the night...
I awake to the spirits saying that I’m foolish for what I’ve done
I look up and falling from the sky is my great grandfather’s gun
They tell me to pick it up and end both of our lives
I tell the spirits to hold their tongues because they are what I despise
They are now confused and are wondering what will happen
I reach for the girl’s hand and she gives a heartwarming grin
We begin to walk through the never-ending forest
And the spirits tell me that I must continue with my quest
I agree with them this time and arrive back on my path
Then the girl bursts out in a beautiful laugh
I ask her what could possibly be so funny
She said my hair was shaped like the ears of a bunny
I felt a little embarrassed so we stopped at a river
And then a cool breeze came and gave my spine a shiver
We grabbed each others hands and then we took off
The mood of the forest was no longer soft
It began to fill with a horrible mood of rage and hate
As we were running in front of us was standing a giant gate
We reached the gate and broke its giant chains
Then the forest started moaning of a heart wrenching pain
The girl and I had closed the gate that was now behind us
Turning around we both saw a house that was covered in moss
The energy that was emitted from this grand building
It gave the girl and I a sort of tiring feeling
We both sat down and rested our heads
On a moss covered wall that became our bed
The scent in the air was of the girl
I fell asleep and I’m now in another world…
Mirror Image
An image shimmers in the mirror
a reflection I can't perceive
The child looking back at me
maybe lonely and deceived
Do I see some tears fall
the face so small and dear
The image seems so vague
reflecting from the mirror
I reach to touch the image
as fragile as it seems
With hope to bring her comfort
and wake her from her dreams
I need to know about her
will she answer me
I hear a little whisper
just ask me and you'll see
I ask the little girl
are the tears of joy or pain
She whispers once again
does the sunshine does it rain
You see I have no answers
the whisper slowly dies
For I am just an image
and you're the one who cries
I look into the mirror
the little girl I see
The perfect mirror image
that little girl is me
BY: Terri Lynn Vienneau Written: 11/30/1994