I replay melodies
Over and over
Until my mind
Takes over them
And memorizes keys
Signatures
And the elegant way
It trickles like
Raindrops upon a windowsill.
Through my veins
Stirring within me
Emotions I never realized
Hiding within.
It scurries me away
Into daydreams
Inspires my senses
And drives me to write-
It finds the words
That eludes me
Yet none
In the language, I speak
Other than song
Even when my voice
Cracks like a snapping whip
My vocal cords resound
Within the chamber of my lungs
Each note held
Like my breath
Waiting to feel it catching
Snagging on diction
Hollow tones haunting
Luring me into
Yet another set of lyrics
that makes me weep
laugh
and elicits wistful dreams
of things or those out of reach.
Music does not tell me to quiet down
And sometimes when no one listens
or when they do-
Music understands
And doesn’t adjust the volume.
Julie Stanley
jvstanley
J. V. Stanley is a multi- genre author who writes vivid tales that transcend the boundaries of traditional story telling, drawing on resilient characters that embed themselves in the reader’s mind. Her title Faces in Still Waters, won first place in the Summer Indie Author’s Book Awards in 2016. Subsequently, her title Chasing the Red, took second place in the Summer Indie Book Awards the same year. She has several solo titles and has been featured in many anthologies with other Indie writers. Ms. Stanley hails from a small hiccup of a town in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan and has quite the taste for adventure- walking atop waterfalls ranking at the top of her list. She is also an IDPA nationally ranked pistol competitor and enjoys writing poetry- thus declaring herself a warrior poet. Her published works include: Faces In Still Waters, Fire & Water, Chasing The Red, The Library, Love Notes & Zanzibar, Love & Candied Orange Peels, The Courtesan, Asylum, Beyond Atlantis, Beyond Wonderland, Beyond The Jungle, Campfire Tales, Christmas Nightmares, Devious Ingenues, Grave Importance, Steamed, Do Not Pet The Human, Falling For Crazy, Chaos & Paw Prints, Forest Of The Dark, Gr8 Greeks, Infamy, The Light Shines Through, Mirror, Rags To Riches, and Siren’s Lullaby.
If I Am With You
If I am with you
I’m completely yours
Every breath
Every heartbeat
And every heartbreak
Until my last breath.
I am the forever girl
The once-in-a-lifetime girl
The one who would dedicate herself
To support you
Lift you up
Be your shoulder
Have your back
Rub you down and
Love you right
And allow you to be the man
You are-
Not a Hallmark fantasy
Or to change you into
Something you’re not
and never will be
If I am with you,
No one else could tear us apart
rip me away
Shelter me
Dissuade me
And no flattery could fool me
Into the risk of losing your heart.
I am yours and yours alone
I don’t share and neither would you
As my love, I see you as
The once-in-a-lifetime man
A man who would dedicate himself
To love me
Step up for me
Be faithful to me
And love me right-
slowly with intensity and passion
With honor to cherish
And unrelenting loyalty
If I am with you,
Rest assured that I have thought
Of every reason not to be
Of every reason I should be
Of every possible way that
We’d complement each other
And every possible way that
We could drive each other crazy
But with you-
Through the fires that burn
The world down around us-
We’d have each other
And our love would snuff it out
And I could keep going-
No matter what lies ahead
Through what life has in store
I’ll enjoy every moment
Through tears and grins
But only if I’m with you
And you are completely mine.
Catch-22
If you hate yourself
Give your love to someone else
Ignore the temple housing your soul
And trade for something shallow.
A pocketful of coins
Won’t buy a whole lot these days
But put them in a wishing well
And wish for the rest of your days.
Sharing your emotions
Might leave you feeling free
But if you’re not too careful
Those secrets are all they’ll see
It all winds around about your soul
A marionette with strings they hold
So what do you do if you don’t think through
And learn to respect, love, and cherish yourself.
Letting Go
I open my hand
Allowing the world to spill out
Onto the ground
In shards of brokenness
And heartache
Bitterness
And self-deprecating antics-
Some say there’s always hope
But some things aren’t worth hoping for
So,I carry on.
I open the other hand
And welcome the beauty of life
It spills over and I cup my hand
Under the faucet
Running fast before it slips down the drain
Of love
And a future.
I can say there’s always hope
But some things aren’t worth hoping for
So, I carry on
And continue hoping anyway.
Thread
Caught upon the sewing
A thread is found as I stitch together
My heart-
Not knowing I had pieced away
As you hurried off
Soap bubble of rainbow illusion
Popped
Leaving behind only traces
As it dampens my skin
a circular film of what it was
All this time-
Banking on a ‘what if’
How I pulled at that string
Unraveling myself
Trying to uncover what it was
That repelled you so-
My love is simple-
It just wants to be loved back
Is it really that difficult
Or so much to want?
I hold tight to that thread
I feel it twirl between my fingertips
And wonder if it was all worth it-
If all these years spent loving you
Meant anything at all
Or were you just the sponge that soaked it up
and then watered it down
While I clung forever to ‘what if’
But all of me is too much for you-
Of this now I know…
I had followed sodden breadcrumbs
That dried upon my lips
wondering had you kept it up
and just where I would be.
I keep pulling that thread at the hem
Tugging like a child, for attention
Anything-
To keep this soul running-
To keep the illusion going.
The dynamic has changed but
I can’t let go, no matter how hard I’ve tried
Thus I braid the thread into my hair
Admire the watercolors as it blends
Hiding, within those blues
I suffocate myself from lack of breath
as you had taken it with you when you left
But I pour my water over
The fires to extinguish
Ribbons of black soot rising
From my heart’s eruption
Splitting the earth-
Falling into the crevice
And spiraling down until I hit another world
Where you’re not so afraid
To feel. Anything.
Until then, I weave the thread and tuck it in
Beside the orchid behind my ear
And show the world that maybe
Someday
There might be
A what-if
And I would hear.
Water And Earth
I am the river
you are the earth
steely grey waters
bubbling over rocks
collecting in the crevices
speeding with the current
taking me along.
I hold tight to your sides
as you guide me with gentle hands
palm pressed against the small of my back
dropping your colored leaves
to improve the density of my tannin
Life fills me and swims along between us
Flitting fins silver scales
Play wind instruments with their melody.
I listen to the delicate trickle
That narrows me as your embrace
Holds me tighter with the strength
Of arms of trees outstretched
Bending over my waters
Looking in the mirrored glass
That perhaps you could see in you
What I do and what I have witnessed
And when I look below I notice
As I glide upon the sandy bottom
You are there as well-
In each grain
Surrounded by invisible life
And are stirred with a flick
Blending together in a dancing swirl
Where I am you and you are me
Together, always we.
As I continue on
Though I may narrow till I’m but a trickle
Where I end is where you begin
But beneath you, I still keep flowing
forever with you.
INFJ
I keep to myself, shut out the world, revealing my true nature in verse.
Neither sense nor rationality can explain my gut feeling, my curse.
For me, my emotions ride deep within the growth of the shepherd’s purse.
Judge me not for I require stability and sensibility dispersed.
Along For The Ride
Buckle up, bitches
And get ready to ride
You just might need stitches
You best say goodbye.
From what life has taught me
Through my ins and my outs
Jutting through the expanse to see
To witness what it’s all about
One minute I’m jovial
Burning brighter than a solar flare
My jokes are quite colloquial
Seriousness you can find elsewhere
But then my mood darkens
It’s weight heavy in my chest
It shrivels the life within my gardens
Yet save flowers if they’re pressed.
And then it shifts to where I’m stressed
Overthinking, cartwheeling to conclusions
The tides of woe leave me unimpressed
Negativity a soul’s murky pollution.
I hold my wisdom as my tongue
And murmur my knowledge in kind
Here I thought I knew too much young
Back then I was unimaginably blind
But then I remember how I love
The magnification of desire
Consumes all like a blaze thereof
Leaving my heart roasting on a pyre
And then find reason to smile again
Its the thought of you
Daydreams, how I can’t abstain
Hanging upon your every word till true
So I shake away uncertainty
That swallows my entire head
What I let go remains uncertain
Intentions oft misread.
And then back to fatalistic ideals
There’s nothing that can be changed
So accept that I am the raw deal
Back and forth, there I go- I’m really not that deranged.
Waiting
Love
Reveals
Naked truth
Undressing my thoughts.
Clothes slipping down into
A pile on the floor ‘neath
me, patiently waiting your touch.
Downcast eyes flicker warmth hiding softly
Fallen words, describing what you see
What your heart has moved to feel within you
That which is already felt by me
Climb through my windows and away
From your solitude and pain
For here, I wait for you
Here, I rise for you
From diaphragm
To my soul
I wait
Nude
Unapologetic
There was a point in time
When I used to despise myself
Much to my own undoing
I stripped away layers
Unveiling my true self
Assuming that I was loved for just that
But who I was inside was never quite enough
Concealed by the shadows
To form the truth they conjured
Flickering within the candlelight
Never quite true to myself.
I was what they wanted me to be
Shaving off the edges of my square peg
To fit in the conformity of their round hole
A cycle spinning like a top
Round and round I went
In the merry-go-round of life
Until finally, I stopped toppling over
Visions of the self they imposed.
Kicked into a dusty corner and forgotten
Before I made my walkabout
And realized for the first time
The illumination of my mind
The self-realization of strong will-
I was lost, but not forgotten.
I love with a ferocity that tends to be offputting
I love with intensity, overwhelming those
Who cannot fathom its depths
I write poetry and prose to express
The intricate details and quiet strumming
Of the music from my thought
And the wonder that my love
Brings to life within me-
Whether it is reciprocated or not-
My love inspires me to be, more than I am
And believes it to be so, though
Silence is still so unforgiving
And distance much to my heart’s torturing.
Yet still such emotion so infinite
I drown myself within
And forget within elaborate fantasies
The boundaries that have been drawn.
I think with a child’s innocence and
Hold hope between my teeth
A bit that I bite upon
That leads me to my knees.
I am simple and complex
a mystery and what’s known
I show now what I want to see
The strength that has always resided within.
I find laughter in the obscure and silly things
I laugh at the juvenile
I cry tears of the innocence
Still fretting over just being myself.
But here I am, unapologetically
Exploring my map of life
And realize that no matter what
No matter who leaves me
No matter who comes to me
I will always be in my life.
I will continue to love as I do
Nothing shameful in that, it’s true
I’m as honest as I can be
Because I can be honest with myself.
There’s no point in trying to hide it
The complexities of who I am
I’m loved, I’m lost
Without my heart
So I hold on
And embrace my faults.