After

There is a hill beyond that wall

and theres a girl upon the hill

and though she seems so small

and shes sitting there quite still

She is clinging to a Rock

and holding on so tight

for when a storm comes raging in

It helps her stand her fight

And when the storm is calm 

she sprinkles pebbles where she can 

so more rocks can grow

for those in sinking sand

And shes an open book

who doesnt tell it all

for some pages make her weep

and sometimes make her fall

trapped inside the stories

explanations for her sake

but she tries to move past mountains

tries to step outside the wake

for she has worked so very hard

to not let it tear apart

And prays for sensitivity

with all the scars upon her heart

This took some time

took years in fact

to keep what you consider

an "innocence"

intact

And dont for a moment

pretend she cannot fight

and cannot defend

Shes choosing stronger harder ways

shes choosing calming happy days

Shes choosing to remain soft

handmade folk art nesting dolls... custom message.. papercut portrait series.

handmade folk art nesting dolls... custom message.. papercut portrait series.
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

these "not yet finished" stacking dolls are ready to be painted up with your message of choice!! maybe a PROPOSAL? or family initials? or just words of love...
whatever your choice. please share the love <3

now at mooshoo

173.365 {the chair}

173.365 {the chair}
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

come and sit a spell
and let me share
my deepest thoughts and curious bits
of which you might be unaware

a cozy place to drift off to
my present my past and future events
where love prevails and my faith gets me through
and all other of my minds contents

ill ramble on of days gone past
of sun glares and pollen floating by
of breezes so gentle they will tickle your arms
as we watch the sun move through the sky

and as it sets you can share of your dreams
you can whisper some things in my ear
and watch as the moon raises up the stars
and we know we have nothing to fear

and together we sit
in this chair in this place
sharing our lives
and taking up space

161.365

161.365
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

something soft would be nice
a place to rest my bones
a little more sleep and less advice
from the glass houses with all the stones

and its funny because
what you think isnt true
and what you say
is not that way
i know what ive been through

and had you asked
i might have shared
instead of reclused
known someone cared

but now the time has past
i myself have grown
but it still does hurt
when you throw a stone

so i take comfort in knowing my judge
and im thankful it isnt you
leaving the past behind me
hoping you will too

155.365

155.365 {enjoy the ride}
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

sometimes its a long wait..
but im trying to enjoy the ride

152.365 { the sky }

152.365 { the sky }
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

not sure exactly what kind of clouds these were.
but it looked as if the ocean waves loomed over head in dark shades of grey...
fitting for the day today

waves of emotions hit close to home
too close

cant wait for the day to end

151.365 { lunch }

151.365 { lunch }
Originally uploaded by mooshoo {littlepapoose}

sometimes a little bit of something delicious is all you need.

fire escape

are you a runner?

im betting on not

when things in here

might get too hot

the heat goes up
and where are you

still standing here
your stuck like glue

humph

hisss grrrr

grumble grumble

small trembles no bother

but on week legs they shake me

and today my legs are tired

i shake my fist in the air 

the minor frustrations have worn on my skin

i need rest 

and some water

re energize 

re hydrate

tomorrow will be fine

and ill walk softly over the minor quakes

paying no mind

tread lightly..

step softly as you walk on by

for i can feel your weight

a heavy-ness in the air

can pull on me quite easily

for i am a sensitive soul

i walk quietly through....

like the natives  before me with no sound 

never known that i was there
with heavy heart

or weighty care

... company

i think all those screams lost to the wind

carried out

i think all those thoughts i thought so hard

traveled the waves

i think they came in with the tide

and over time

they swam in

and its funny to think

that the man by the water

had seen those same waves

and felt that same breeze

and maybe he heard

what no one else could

and maybe he pulled

just a bit closer to me

and slowly we met

and my speech became louder

my words became clearer

and suddenly i felt i heard

and though hes a stranger in so many ways

he seems to be something i can relate

for what we dont understand completely

we make up in love and stand by

and he listens to things

as my thoughts ramble on

and he gives me his hand to hold

even in harder times

and i take it quite willingly

and walk on besides him

lighthouse

i always love climbing to the top

even with a fear of heights

not quite sure its a "fear" of heights

as much as it is a nervous or dizzy thing for me

scared ill fall?

or scared ill lose control and fling myself off the edge? 

hehe

either way i tend to try and face my fear of heights

because my love for climbing much outweighs it

plus once your at the top its always soo beautiful

manchild

once there was a boy
who met a woman
and pretended to be a man

and he dressed the part
 and talked the part
but couldnt stick to his plan

for when times got tough
and the woman would lean
the boy would run away

and the woman would cry
what could she do
there was nothing more to say

soft spoken

i am an original 

sais the quiet girl 

who gets a bit lost in a crowd of unique faces

i am what i am

sais the girl

as she does her best impression of the sailor man

but at the end of the day 

i must be happy 

and ok with the fact that most will never know me

most will never have heard of me

and most will continue on unaware of what was never presented to them

and so i am unique

sais the girl

in a proud quiet voice

that was heard only by a few

the few that mattered 

to her

.......

carry on

new guy..

meet my new friend.. 

he has no name yet.

(any suggestions?)
i cant wait to take him out and play with him

hes got a bunch of new tricks 

and whatnot

 i cant wait to learn them and try them out!

home made crayons

so the natives decided to make something for the youngest 

i suggested home made crayons 

they jumped at the idea! hehe

"how do we do it?...will they still color?"

always with the questions my natives..

i told them it was easy and yes they would still color!

i set them down in front of the giant plastic tub that holds our crayons

i said now just start peeling! haha

we used all the broken bits and old crayons

peeled them of their wrappers and filled the molds with them

i turned the oven to about 320*

and we put them in on a baking sheet and watched them melt

took about 10-15 min.

i stirred them up a bit with toothpick

to make sure they were melted through

and to even the colors out a bit

we let them dry and the next morning

popped them out! 

yay gorgeous lovely tree shaped crayons!

tada!

tiny storms

trying to remain wide eyed

while the sands of time blow toward me

try to remain unscathed unhurt

while i dodge the sharp words that are thrown

tried to remain untouched 

after things have grabbed onto me

and here i sit wondering what effect these tiny storms will take on me

um...

theres nothing i can say today
nothing about this day today
just blah and *sigh* and go away
theres nothing more that i can say

still in motion..

theres more here then i can see

what and where

and lucky me

and why oh why

who knows 

dont ask

just be glad

smile

bask

in all the things you were given

all the things that now are

and be thankful for new

and for healing scars

and be hopeful for future

when no one else will

and be strong for you all

when your moving up hill

traveler...

standing on the roadside

walking dont know where

taking tiny baby steps

cant see past the glare

but then i hear a car pass

and another and one more

and then i hear one stop

and open up its door

and there i stand

in confusion

why did you stop here

dont you see my baggage

dont you even care

i feel the warmth and welcome

the urge to get inside

but who is this im going with

on this adventurous ride