November 6th, 2012
Is a hundred knives
Buried to the hilt in my center,
My spirit flowing quickly
Onto the floor below
Until I am lifeless.
Is a thousand hammers
Smashing the light that remains
Into a million shards of ice
Landing like tiny little daggers
Into innocent casualties.
Is an empty vessel again,
As it has been before,
As it seems destined to be
February 10th, 2011
Current Music: Anberlin
In the Shadowlands
The perpetual moon
Shines down on the land
With the promise of daylight
That it will never deliver,
Always teasing of a new day.
In the Shadowlands
I am nothing more
Than a quizzical look,
An uneasy feeling
Of something long forgotten,
A shoulder shrug,
Then - gone.
In the Shadowlands
Pleas for help are
Twisted, mutated into
Rustling leaves in the autumn breeze
For all other's ears
Except my own.
So close your eyes
And dream your dreams;
You just might see me
A bit too late
In the Shadowlands...
December 28th, 2010
I've posted all of the poems that I can find. I don't think there are any hiding anywhere else; the other ones I have are either too personal or too sappy to put here. And I am at a point in my life where nothing else is coming out. Current Mood:
Current Music: Lady Gaga, "Show Me Your Teeth"
So, now, if ANYONE has ANYTHING to say about them - good, bad, or ugly - I would sincerely appreciate it.
Really. I won't be offended. Honest.
December 27th, 2010
This is the last one I think I had misplaced. Enjoy. Current Mood:
Current Music: Florence + The Machine (again)
Bring my near-dead soul
Back to life;
The heat from your lips
Singes my skin, melting
Icy waters -
Come and drink from
My river's edge -
Take all that you desire,
Let me give you life
For you have started
My heart pulsing, my soul
Thirsting, my blood streaming again.
December 22nd, 2010
Current Music: Florence + The Machine
Doing some pre-holiday cleaning of my office at work, I found a few more scraps of paper that I thought were lost! Hooray! It made me realize how much of a stye my office was, though. Shameful.
Why did you have to go
And fall again;
Another dent, another scrape,
Another chunk of shiny-happy paint gone,
Showing the dull grey underneath.
As I cradle you in my hands, ready
To fix things - again -
That's when I see it...the deep fissure,
Running full thickness, and I hear
The sigh escape from you and from me.
Water drops from the sky on the casualty
And mixes with mine,
Slowly turning grey
December 17th, 2010
I found another one! Amazing the things that hide in this bag of mine. I wouldn't be surprised if Jimmy Hoffa is in there (kidding...). What a nice early Christmas gift.
Half-asleep, I see you there -
Can taste your skin, can touch your hair,
I feel your heart beat in your chest,
As your soft hand finds my breast.
And then our lips meet - soft, exploring,
Making sure we're not ignoring
What the other one might need.
Then we laugh - it's like we're freed.
But in a flash - I wake, you're gone -
And so the tears come with the dawn.
December 10th, 2010
I found another long lost poem. It was hiding in my bag that I carry around with journals and coupons and other things in it (in addition to the purse I carry with the same stuff). I really wish I could find more of them; I still have no idea where the little stinkers are hiding. Current Mood:
Fill your half-empty heart
With visions from grey-blue eyes
Of mountain mists and water falls
And blazing orange-red skies
Take your oft empty hand
And place it gently in mine,
Stroll lazily through the lupin
And feel the warm sunshine
Look into your gentle soul
And awaken the man too long asleep
With feather kisses and honey smiles
And you our lovely secret keep --
I can do all this
And so much more
If you just
November 30th, 2010
This is one of the last poems I can find. I wrote it as an assignment for an English lit class in college. I think my professor was shocked that a biology major could write this in one day. Heh. Current Mood:
When on my lover's face I cast my eyes
And think of all the trust he may possess,
My heart swells up with joy, and all the cries
Of lonely nights fade into nothingness.
Upon a silver cloud he came to me;
A dream, I thought, a dream he would fulfill;
I cleared my starry orbs, as if to see
That he may disappear, but stood he still.
And then me he engrossed, this ray of gold
In human form and manner and such ways
That wold claim any heart of young or old;
With me he will endure for all my days.
To all the gods above, I pray: be kind,
For love comparable I'll never find.
November 27th, 2010
To breathe your scent in,
Tasting sweat and rain mixed
I kiss your injured soul
Hoping to see a golden light,
Hoping somehow that I am it;
To crawl deep inside of you
And die a little death,
Ecstasy over and over
Until living and dying were combined,
Until we melted into one.
To fall asleep, arms entangled,
Skin on skin - so warm and soft
Like a blanket you are -
Afraid of ever letting go,
Afraid to wake from this dream.
After some superficial searches, I still haven't been able to find my missing poems. I have a friend who says he has copies of them, but he has yet to send them to me. I'm still hoping that I can find them myself, but that hope is fading like the leaves on the trees. And like my patience with my daughter over this long Thanksgiving break.
I wish they wouldn't give the kids the first day of hunting season off in western Pennsylvania. Most kids don't hunt anymore. Most people don't hunt anymore. Which explains why I hit a deer with my new car the other day - overpopulation. Pretty soon, the deer are going to be coming right up to my sliding glass door, trying to nose it open to find food.
Ah well. Back to the search and the screaming.