Restlessness fills me
head to toe - body and soul.
Breathe easy. Let go.
(February 7, 2012)
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Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Let Me Be
I don’t need you
second guessing my happiness
and judging my choices in life
because I haven’t taken the same path as you.
The same path that we travelled together
hand in hand
for so many years.
If that path were still for me
don’t you think that you would still be for me too?
(No)
I ventured off that path for a reason
and we will both be better for it.
You can thank me later
but for now,
let me live in peace.
(February 7, 2012)
second guessing my happiness
and judging my choices in life
because I haven’t taken the same path as you.
The same path that we travelled together
hand in hand
for so many years.
If that path were still for me
don’t you think that you would still be for me too?
(No)
I ventured off that path for a reason
and we will both be better for it.
You can thank me later
but for now,
let me live in peace.
(February 7, 2012)
Little Lies
We all have lies
we tell ourselves
to make everything
feel right.
To bury that feeling,
that shouting within
that tells us where we’ve gone wrong
when we’ve gone astray
or when we have abandoned our path.
That gut instinct that screams the truth
in the back of our mind
and can’t be quieted.
These things,
they haunt mostly on lonely nights.
we tell ourselves
to make everything
feel right.
To bury that feeling,
that shouting within
that tells us where we’ve gone wrong
when we’ve gone astray
or when we have abandoned our path.
That gut instinct that screams the truth
in the back of our mind
and can’t be quieted.
These things,
they haunt mostly on lonely nights.
To listen or not, this is our choice.
(February 7, 2012)
Forever Breaking
A heart,
wrapped
in impermanence,
will be promised
nothing
but
to be
forever
breaking.
(February 7, 2012)
wrapped
in impermanence,
will be promised
nothing
but
to be
forever
breaking.
(February 7, 2012)
Restless Mind and Fleeting Thoughts
Empty nights
Yearning for touch
People tire of such things
Floors littered with “some days” and “maybes”
Captured hearts
and tender feelings
Writing in stitches fueled by emotion
Waning fires eat gently at the crescent moon
Restless spirits
and bridled wings
Passion stifled by boundaries
This is why the caged bird sings
Wounded dreams with
Yesterdays immortalized
Can’t fight passion with desire
Paint aching lips in lyrical empathy
Riveted eyes
left forever wanting
Walls never stopped stampedes
Such electricity could fuel galaxies
(February 6, 2012)
Yearning for touch
People tire of such things
Floors littered with “some days” and “maybes”
Captured hearts
and tender feelings
Writing in stitches fueled by emotion
Waning fires eat gently at the crescent moon
Restless spirits
and bridled wings
Passion stifled by boundaries
This is why the caged bird sings
Wounded dreams with
Yesterdays immortalized
Can’t fight passion with desire
Paint aching lips in lyrical empathy
Riveted eyes
left forever wanting
Walls never stopped stampedes
Such electricity could fuel galaxies
(February 6, 2012)
Loving Artist
You have painted
desire
so beautifully
on my skin.
Your fingertips
making lovely brushes.
Tools to share truth.
Emotion easily spreads
in colors and starbursts.
Fluid lovingly glows.
My body is a palette.
Your canvas.
To mix
and to blend
with what you feel
and where you have been.
Your experiences
and your love for me,
written gently on my skin.
You paint landscapes
against my mountains…
breathless and captivating.
Longing
to be hiked
by your skillful hands
and ardent tongue.
In the dips of my valleys
and rhythmic pulse
of my natural stream
you quake and peak.
Your deep brown eyes,
both lustful spectators
loving participants
in the art
that you carefully create.
The cool shade of my shadow
always offering
a soft mound
upon which you rest
your weary head.
desire
so beautifully
on my skin.
Your fingertips
making lovely brushes.
Tools to share truth.
Emotion easily spreads
in colors and starbursts.
Fluid lovingly glows.
My body is a palette.
Your canvas.
To mix
and to blend
with what you feel
and where you have been.
Your experiences
and your love for me,
written gently on my skin.
You paint landscapes
against my mountains…
breathless and captivating.
Longing
to be hiked
by your skillful hands
and ardent tongue.
In the dips of my valleys
and rhythmic pulse
of my natural stream
you quake and peak.
Your deep brown eyes,
both lustful spectators
loving participants
in the art
that you carefully create.
The cool shade of my shadow
always offering
a soft mound
upon which you rest
your weary head.
(February 1, 2012)
I cannot seem to smile
and my skin cannot grip
happiness.
It’s fluid motion
keeps slipping through the cracks.
There is only dread
painted on my lips
and sadness bleeds
from this heart of mine.
I would close my eyes
and wish the pain away
but when I close my eyes
your eyes are all
that my eyes see.
(February 1, 2012)
and my skin cannot grip
happiness.
It’s fluid motion
keeps slipping through the cracks.
There is only dread
painted on my lips
and sadness bleeds
from this heart of mine.
I would close my eyes
and wish the pain away
but when I close my eyes
your eyes are all
that my eyes see.
(February 1, 2012)
Today has taken a toll on me.
These bones,
No longer whole,
Have been chopped up Into confetti
And tossed into the wind.
This heart,
No longer beats,
The pulse of a lovers song.
It has been crushed
By the weight
Of a million memories
Never to be relived.
These hands,
No longer warm,
Have turned to ice
From the cold ache
Of longing for your touch.
Today has taken a toll on me.
(January 31, 2012)
These bones,
No longer whole,
Have been chopped up Into confetti
And tossed into the wind.
This heart,
No longer beats,
The pulse of a lovers song.
It has been crushed
By the weight
Of a million memories
Never to be relived.
These hands,
No longer warm,
Have turned to ice
From the cold ache
Of longing for your touch.
Today has taken a toll on me.
(January 31, 2012)
Just a Touch
Your skin
is further from my reach
than ever before
yet here I am
with arms outstretched
trying so desperately
to grasp what is left
with a feverish urgency.
I know
that if I can just
brush my fingertips
against the surface
of your barriers
I can surely reach your core
and make you fall in love
with me again.
(January 31, 2012)
is further from my reach
than ever before
yet here I am
with arms outstretched
trying so desperately
to grasp what is left
with a feverish urgency.
I know
that if I can just
brush my fingertips
against the surface
of your barriers
I can surely reach your core
and make you fall in love
with me again.
(January 31, 2012)
Free Fall
You take me
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
At times,
I lash out
beyond reason.
Unspent emotion
bottled up
until it explodes
with no immediate target.
A tongue like a dagger
and words like flames,
I pierce hearts and skin
with less than perfect aim.
It’s the ones I love most
that my wrath always seems to reach.
I hate myself for lack of restraint
and the scars that I leave in my wake.
(January 30, 2012)
I lash out
beyond reason.
Unspent emotion
bottled up
until it explodes
with no immediate target.
A tongue like a dagger
and words like flames,
I pierce hearts and skin
with less than perfect aim.
It’s the ones I love most
that my wrath always seems to reach.
I hate myself for lack of restraint
and the scars that I leave in my wake.
(January 30, 2012)
Bitter Heart, Bitter Words
Anger bites at me
like bitter frost
on a winter day.
I should wear a scarf
and mittens
but I’d rather let the cold
seep into my bones
and turn my tongue
to a knife and cut deep
into that which dares to bruise me.
(January 30, 2012)
like bitter frost
on a winter day.
I should wear a scarf
and mittens
but I’d rather let the cold
seep into my bones
and turn my tongue
to a knife and cut deep
into that which dares to bruise me.
(January 30, 2012)
Pieces of Me
Lately,
I feel my only weapons
are words.
My only therapy,
phrases turned
and painted
and woven carefully
onto paper
in delicate patterns
that move and breath
forming a life force
all their own.
Each letter.
Each word.
Each sentence.
….A piece of me,
ripped from my core
with brute force
leaving me breathless
and torn,
adorned with emotion
and freckled with truth
forming chapters
of myself
in tattered pieces
left scattered about
in all of the places
that I have been.
(January 30, 2012)
I feel my only weapons
are words.
My only therapy,
phrases turned
and painted
and woven carefully
onto paper
in delicate patterns
that move and breath
forming a life force
all their own.
Each letter.
Each word.
Each sentence.
….A piece of me,
ripped from my core
with brute force
leaving me breathless
and torn,
adorned with emotion
and freckled with truth
forming chapters
of myself
in tattered pieces
left scattered about
in all of the places
that I have been.
(January 30, 2012)
All Of You
Is it a crime
to no longer want
to hide
behind these lies
and shallow covers
of discretion?
Am I wrong
to want more
of you…
all
of you?
Is it shameful
that
I don’t want to share?
You
carry my heart,
so delicate
and warm,
in the palm
of your hands,
and where you go
my heart goes.
But sometimes…
sometimes,
you are gone
for too long
and you (and my heart)
are too far,
from where I lay
my bones.
(January 26, 2012)
to no longer want
to hide
behind these lies
and shallow covers
of discretion?
Am I wrong
to want more
of you…
all
of you?
Is it shameful
that
I don’t want to share?
You
carry my heart,
so delicate
and warm,
in the palm
of your hands,
and where you go
my heart goes.
But sometimes…
sometimes,
you are gone
for too long
and you (and my heart)
are too far,
from where I lay
my bones.
(January 26, 2012)
Entangled
Lately
I find myself trapped
in a web of emotion
so strong
and tangled
that even I
can’t figure out
what it is
that I need.
Want.
Should do.
A web
woven so tightly
that I am unable
to use thoughts
or words
to work my way free.
And so I sit
stagnant
and drenched
in exhaustion.
The sheer weight
of this web
is more
than I can carry
let alone
the force it will take
to untangle.
(January 26, 2012)
I find myself trapped
in a web of emotion
so strong
and tangled
that even I
can’t figure out
what it is
that I need.
Want.
Should do.
A web
woven so tightly
that I am unable
to use thoughts
or words
to work my way free.
And so I sit
stagnant
and drenched
in exhaustion.
The sheer weight
of this web
is more
than I can carry
let alone
the force it will take
to untangle.
(January 26, 2012)
That Faint Feeling
I can feel you
slipping
(between) the cracks
of my fingers.
The sound of
your breath
gets f a i n t e r
………the further away
that you get.
And your scent
L
i
n
g
e
r
s
so much lighter
(than ever before).
I can feel it
in my heart of hearts…
-and in the pit-
of my very soul.
You are on your way
… … . . out the door.
(January 25, 2012)
slipping
(between) the cracks
of my fingers.
The sound of
your breath
gets f a i n t e r
………the further away
that you get.
And your scent
L
i
n
g
e
r
s
so much lighter
(than ever before).
I can feel it
in my heart of hearts…
-and in the pit-
of my very soul.
You are on your way
… … . . out the door.
(January 25, 2012)
Wishes
I wish upon every star
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
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