Fading 3AM
Ten minutes to write something
where did the time go?
Don’t stop or slow down!
I’m looking forward to going to bed
in another six hours
My creative juices are fading fast
but this has been a blast.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Ten minutes to write something
where did the time go?
Don’t stop or slow down!
I’m looking forward to going to bed
in another six hours
My creative juices are fading fast
but this has been a blast.
A child’s body bows beneath chainmail links, cut from convention.
By some innate doctrine her battle is decreed!
She clutches a brittle blade that, when drawn, hums a hollow tone…
For the blacksmith’s ore he neglected, that would have served her.
She espies another youth with a breastplate beaming brightly
And with strange surety, he grasps a sword named sodalitas.
Just as defeat is unfurled in her eyes
Certain failure written into untimely lines
A benevolent sage with an aura of light
Penetrates the vacuous world she has known.
All that she had seen but still unbeknown-
Becomes every signal to every sense heightened,
And just as sure as the old world changes
She is armed and blessed with the knowledge of ages.
All my life I seemed to be falling towards you,
Helpless, as in a dream I become whole;
I knew we always were destined to be two
Joined, mind and heart, and soul.
When we reached the place we should become entwined,
They took out a manmade contraption
That plugged us in to each other,
Where we became fused.
We became two in one body
Like mythical beasts of yore.
It became impossible to tell where one ended and the other began-
A strange assortment of parts.
And still the congregation smiled from the gallery,
Heartening me with their encouragement, to resolve my jitters.
cat’s out of the bag
don’t cry
over spilt milk
unless you’re laying in it
don’t spill the beans
unless you’re feeding the homeless
don’t open a can of worms
until you fish
you read me like
an open book
at a Library
__ar.
After the storm the poets fade
Complete silence
In the air of wanting the poets whisper
Musings in agony
Take whatever’s left
And bury it deep inside
For the next time
But fret not
Love with you do
Because words
Drive
And you’re along for the
Ride
~.%
I felt connected with him
From the first kiss
The kiss that never should have happened.
I knew I wasn’t supposed to love him
Because it was wrong
Because that wasn’t our deal
Because I love another
Because I wear a ring
But I never understood how love could be wrong
Or bad
Or Inappropriate
I’ve always believed that love is always good.
I’ve learned that most don’t agree.
There are rules I’m told to follow
Boundaries I’m told I must not cross
Rules and boundaries that I don’t understand
But I must respect
I wanted to love him.
It’s not like it just happened and I was caught unaware
I saw it coming and I stepped forward to meet it
But it didn’t go far
It couldn’t go far
It was suffocated by the
Rules and the boundaries I don’t understand.
Taken off the site due to personal reasons!
If you are a marathoner and want to read this one, just let me know. 🙂
she is elfin – it is in her eyes,
the tourmaline tinged satyrs,
that mischievously shies
in numinous splendour; she peers
through the canvas of the night –
head to toe, covered in tenebrous delight.
he told me i was his poetry girl
caramel skinned long thick locks
and he, tall thin framed-
he was my extra large cinammoned cappacino-
whipped cream and all;
bringing song and light when he was around.
his essence was like a diarrhetic
and words were what spewed from my lips constantly finding vocabulary to describe him.
how many ways can i say delicious?
i couldn’t let that slip through my fingers so i held on tight
and rode that brown horse like life depended on it.
he spared nothing-
touched everything-
eyelids, palms, backs of knees and baby toes.
he oozed exquisite juices like mango and fresh papaya
sipped in front of the ocean in san juan;
me, his poetry girl and him my absolute delight-
making me excited to breathe in every breath-
and i inhaled fully-
opened up my lungs to take in life with him-
next to me-
exhaled sweetly-
satisfied with every day he sleeps beside me-
i am full
i am wet
i am wide open and happy.
i am loved.