RubySprings

I write, direct and produce films, write poetry and work on screenplays in my free time. Twitter: Katelyndobbs1 Youtube: Katelyndobbs1

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Tin Cups and China Sets

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel

sip coffee, listen to blues 

 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel

Live in a brick house, build a picket fence

 and watch the good neighbors stroll by 

Cause he’s something to look at

Can pick him out from bustling restaurant

  just by his gait

Cause he’s something to look at

got a wide mouth, gaping grin 

 always fashionably late. 

When he’s nervous, 

his posture is fleeting. 

it’s unfitting, 

because he’s got the world together. 

When he’s nervous, 

his words 

string together like magnets 

across a refrigerator door. 

But then-

I’ll say something ‘bout my world views

and you’ll suddenly deliver the quickest line 

and I’m laughing

finally i’m light 

Oh, Let’s get married in a white chapel

sip coffee, listen to blues 

 and read morning’s headlines. 

Let’s get married in white chapel

Live in a brick house, build a picket fence

 and watch the good, good neighbors stroll by 

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While the sun played in the trees, I made my own games on the ground.

Rubysprings 

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They turned from the quiet beauty under the tree and paused, laughing from the happiness of being alive and with each other. -Tyler Knott Gregson-

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See, you just want me to say what you want me to say.

I'm not there 

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Here's to the crazy ones. Because they change things.

Jack Kerouac

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It's not that I'm rebelling- it's just that I'm trying to find another way.

Edie Sedgwick 

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I was under your spell, when I was told by Jesus all was well-So all must be well

Mumford and Sons 

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Praying (poem by Rubysprings)

Opened light fixtures 

have us all believing it’s day

but the clock’s stuck on two

and party-goers are bubbling with gladness 

At this hour, 

Dark coffee keeps truckers awake

but here-

coffee merely stains the cathedral, star sky. 

and music vibrates like strings of christmas lights 

The night is young for us to worship.

On the rooftop- 

scattered solo cups.

On the lawn-

stumbling scatter brains.  

But in the next room, 

That’s where you can find him. 

Playing land minds dressed in flannel. 

I had higher hopes to rope him along,

Now I’m in the next room waiting. 

Catching the but end of jokes.  

Cracking the wisest lines, 

and fumbling through short sighted stories. 

Why is it that when you finally come walking in, 

I’ll dart my eyes? 

Why is it that when you finally come waltzing in, 

I’ll talk to another guy? 

I guess I’ll mosey my way into the next room,

and fall asleep.

Why is that? 

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To some people love is given, to others only heaven.

Langston Hughes

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Morning Observations (A Poem By Rubysprings)

On top of grumpy wood

Another grim, grey story murmurs the morning headlines,

While a half-drank cup of coffee accepts its fate.

Like a basking lion,

The knife rests along the tops of a clean, white plate.

Morning’s glory tiptoes through the kitchen,

As dust dances from the neglected corners of the room.

I am still waiting for my toast to pop.

Perhaps there is music in everything we do.

You collect that pop toast,

You make time for yourself!

Outside,

The trees are waving-

Looks like Mother Nature finally got around to repainting them-

That deep green.

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Typewriter Series #193 by Tyler Knott Gregson