Submission - poetry
Sierra Parsons hails from Culver City, California, and is a freshman at UCSC’s Porter College. Apart from her intense passion for Theatre and being fluent in Spanish, she also enjoys all things aquatic and everything in the creative realm, including playing the piano, singing, and writing music and poetry alike. Back home, she has a sister, a mother, a father, and two fat cats But here in Santa Cruz she finds a humbling magic scattered among the branches of the redwoods, and swears there are fairies and sprites playing among the deer, banana slugs, and other wildlife that are so abundant around campus. If she’s not in class or rehearsal, you can find her sipping a mocha and plotting her next big adventure. She has no fear of failure, only the fear of not doing enough.
winter songs
a collection of poems
midnight dreamer 1.21.11
you’re like coffee and cigarettes
in the melancholy dead of the night
you’re the kind my parents warned me about
disguised and sinful pleasures
boys in dark denim that’s tight
sweet darlin’ addictions are a high price to pay
everyone thinks they know what’s right
they’ve got their two cents of knowledge
do you ever listen to what they say?
I know you see me in the corner by the oversized chair
yearning for a wild game
a dangerous adventure that screams my name
sugar baby there’s something about you
mysterious and passionate and free
like that leather jacket you wear
or the helmet that you don’t
makes it seem like you don’t care
it glimmers there
in the twinkle of your eye
and the way you run your hands through your hair
angel dear let’s go get high
I can’t seem to get my fill
why don’t you take me far away from here
and we can get that thrill
we can forget all that we wanted to
just whisper it in my ear
let’s escape on your motorcycle of truth
maybe I’ll even let you steer
dollface honey your price is more than I can afford
heaven knows that I was warned
shadowed 1.18.12
you follow me everywhere I go
I feel you
the way your name is whispered between the redwoods when the sunlight is low
peeking through and enveloping the evening in a radiant red glow
but still the air is cold
I hear you
the way your laughter pours through my blinds with crisp morning air
and I’m curled up in bed
waiting for the drip of coffee and the hum of the radiator
I know you
the way your hands feel against my body
comforting and strong
the way your voice gently tickles my skin
familiar and alluring
I crave you
the way your glitter jeweled eyes gaze at me through wildflower lashes
even now,
I’m never really alone.
space 12.19.11
I hold pillows
and blankets
in my arms
at night
to fill the void
that once
was you
tangled 12.5.11
you tell me stories
of love lost and found again
of heavy hearts
and broken souls
a teenage musician boy
and a beautiful goddess girl
I can tell
you’re already torn
but still I want to fix you
make you whole once more
I’ve always had a weakness
for boys like you
I feel you at my heartstrings
or are they just tangled in your hands
december 12.1.11
the wind howls
violent and cold after nightfall
branches swirl as if they are Dorothy’s house
about to land in a magical place named Oz.
it’s how my mind feels when you are too far away
but close enough to touch
would you let me?
we drink bottles of red wine
and flasks full of whisky
we play music so divine
even Apollo would blush
and The Stones would cry if they heard it
my heart is too heavy
drunk and drowning
in your wisdom and allure
your eyes are clovers
and your smile a winter sunrise
I feel the ghost of you
I sense it hovering
and I’m too afraid to look your way
train song 11.23.11
I took the train one holiday
headed south along the coast.
I saw old men and women
just old enough to need assistance
their skin sagging and wise with age
wise with stories of long lived lives
and glorified stories of war and love
I saw newborn boys and girls
just old enough to walk
their skin plump and wise with youth
wise with power of the unknown
the entire world waiting for them
I saw friends and lovers holding hands
sharing precious moments while
watching the sun set over the Pacific.
I wished for a lover
to share my wisdom with
to share my youth and
the power of the unknown
but what if the train had fallen
off those man made tracks
into the majestic ocean below?
would you have even wondered where I’d gone?
baby it’s cold outside 11.6.11
woke up this morning to find a pair of socks because
my toes had frozen over night
Norah Jones was softly crooning through my speakers
and I watched the clouds roll in from the bay
the sun strained to peak its rays between the fluffs of gray and white
It had been raining all night
the pavement was wet
just another Sunday morning and
I’m feeling the same way all over again
curled up with a blanket and socks on my feet
watching the autumn sun
while the autumn leaves gather raindrops outside my window
