Hedanicreations

This was also one of my first poems, but it’s more of a lullaby than it is a poem. It, like so many of my other poems, is more lyrical than poetic. A lot of times when I write, I have a melody in my head. I hear it every time I read the poem, and some I’ve even roughly recorded singing them.

I wrote this around the time my oldest nephew was born.

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I wrote this for a friend of mine; it was inspired by a story she is writing, and I thought that maybe it would help boost her creative energy to write some more on the story. – Dani

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Watching Darkness

What comes from watching darkness?
The empty shadows of night;
But hallow dreams of nothingness;
That drowns away by light.

Why cling to empty illusions?
When the darkness could take form;
Into tangible gifts with meaning;
The heart and soul of love.

Why drift away in madness?
The addled state of mind;
Lost in vain without comfort;
In the shadows where you hide.

What comes from watching darkness?
The empty shadows of night;
But hallow dreams of nothingness;
That drowns away by light.

–H. Danielle Crabtree

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War Games

War games begin with a single spark
The mental battle between mind and heart
Nudge to flame by just a word
Until the forest burns with all you’ve heard

Callous caresses keep it going
In pretense that we’re all knowing
Lost in flame until we’re drowned
In imagined hell we burn to a shell

Blisters blacken beneath the flame
Like moths we seek it without shame
Forever dancing in a mindless state
The end all to be all in our fiery grave

Heart beats to remember our place
Pulsing out whispers to silence the brain
Until we see the error of this haze
Mere seconds before the tombstone is laid

–H. Danielle Crabtree

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I do a lot of reading to help settle my mind at night (swing-shifter/insomniac and all). I was reading the work of someone I believe is a very talented writer and her portrayal of a character in one of her stories — a portrayal that has given the character so much life and humanity. The thing about this character though is that she lives a tragic life, never feels wanted, believes that the world is hopeless. This, of course, got me thinking about imperfect things, imperfect people and this imperfect world, and how truly ‘perfect’ it can be if we have a little faith and show a little love. So, this one is for ‘Sassybratt’ for her beautiful writing that made me think, and for Jean, who always knows just what to say. — Dani

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Lucky One

Though I close my eyes,
I can’t find sleep;
Drowning in tears,
I’m in too deep;
Imperfect thing,
In an imperfect world;
Aren’t I the lucky one?

If I had one wish,
I’d leave this place;
Escape these memories,
That time won’t erase;
Dark deeds haunt me,
Wear against the grain;
Aren’t I the lucky one?

Falling on my knees
I can only pray;
For the comforting of his arms,
For his gentle embrace;
Like a lost, lonely child,
He guides me to rest;
I am the lucky one.

By H. Danielle Crabtree

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Published 2008 in LBCC’s “Creative Highway” magazine.

The Journey

Don’t judge by what you see
There is so much more to me
I have walked the high road
And traveled the low
On the long journey to the sea

Now I stand upon the edge
Trying to find my way down
I’ve hoped; I’ve prayed
I’ve lost my way
But I know I can be found

Somewhere across the sea
Where people don’t know me
My sins, all gone
Washed away are fears
Of the things I used to be

So don’t judge me
There is so much more to see
I always find my way
To a better day
To a place I can be free

By H. Danielle Crabtree

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I actually wrote this for a fic, but it’s one of my favorites – hands down, no arguments. — Dani

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Dancer in the Dark

We two are dancers in the dark,
Under the leaves so green.
The white-washed moon in the cool of spring,
Bathing the earth in languid blue.
The sounds of creatures high in the trees,
Of creatures nestled below.
To sit in the dark,
And drink in the stars,
And watch the world spin slow.
We two are dancers in the dark,
Lost in a world so cold.

By H. Danielle Crabtree

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I wrote this two or three years ago.

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You Are The Night

In the dark,
In these eyes,
I feel the rush,
You hypnotize
You are the night

What we were
Cannot return
What will be?
We will see

In the dark
In these arms
I feel the rush
You hypnotize
You are the night

Under skies
Filled with stars
We shall walk
To the sea

In the dark
By your side
I feel the rush
You hypnotize
You are the night

My future’s light
Is found in you
On winding roads
To far to see

You are the night
You are my life

–H. Danielle Crabtree

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