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I wish I existedI am just the sound
The old radio plays
Static and songs
Neither good nor bad
Nobody notices when it's turned off
And I wish so hard that I existed.
I am just the shadow
Sitting in the corner
No eyes see me
As I watch the games
Pool, ping-pong, darts,
But no eyes see me
And I wish so hard that I existed
I am just the girlfriend
On the boyfriend's side
Do his things
Meet his needs
And I wish so hard that I existed
But I don't
Imbolic 2007Midwinter's moon
just above the trees
Open, full and wide
filling the whole earth
Moondrops roll gently
dripping from the dark breasts
and round bellies
of the mountains
pooling deep in the meadows
Heavy moon-drenched snow
weighing the low tree's branches
Finding Beauty 01I was out looking for the perfect violet. I though I had found one, and had just picked it, it's stem sturdy and strong in my hands, when I found Her laying in a bed of fresh green aspen leaves, their round, slightly serrated edges framing the bright fallen-leaf copper of her curling hair. Her pale face peaked in a sharp little chin. Her long, pale lashes fell on round cheeks that shined with the matte glow of a fresh-fallen yellow apple.
And then I saw her wings.
Transparent as a dragonfly's, they draped gracefully over her narrow back, mingling with the aspen leaves. Each had an infinitely delicate vein system in crystalline-shimmering gold, and where the veins became to small to see, I couldn't really tell if her wing was there until a slight movement made the light refract off them in a golden sparkling rainbow.
I could have watched her sleeping forever, but, clumsy I, I stepped on the smallest of dry twigs, snapping it loudly.
I am the WriterI am the writer.
With word as my art
I draw pictures
across white paper.
flow like water
from my fingertips
across the keyboard
onto a blank screen.
I am the writer.
With my words
nations are founded
I am the writer!
The great mages
wait my command
and all their magic
is mine to use.
It is my decision
who will live and die,
the world waits
holding their breath!
I am the writer!
And then I wake up
and I'm nobody again.
Dancing by myself
wearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirt
and jasmine perfume
with the music so loud
watching myself reflected in the window
and my shadow on the floor
because there's nobody else around
and it feels good to be me.
But then you're here
and our bodies once as sure as twining snakes
full of elbows and knees
and blind mistakes
my rhythm is gone
the music lost in meaningless noise.
Your eyes find mine
and your hands guide my hips
into a new rhythm
gentler than the first
guide me to a music quieter
that only we can hear
and we are nothing but two vines
growing on the same tree
indistinguishable from each other.
Then you're gone and by myself again
Wearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirt
that still smells like you
The music pounding out of the speakers so loud
the floor shivers
where my foot counts the beat
biding my time
until we can dance together again.
No Matter LoveI.
I'm the comet that appeared for the first time
that will never return
through the judgment of your life,
only to have you receive what I bring
as the love you long to take and return
before the ice dust from my departure
fades for all time.
Through the slender-necked sitar's silvery notes
pass the fragrance of our moonstruck limbs
surrendering to the breezes
that play off a river that honors
the generations of lovers we now embody.
You were the fallen angel that waited so long,
knowing I'd be found,
to resuscitate and raise you up;
Not from whence you toppled,
but to couple in a holy damnation
and welcome in celebration
and never regret, no matter.
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
Hello For The First TimeHello For The First Time
hello for the first time, stranger.
we didn’t meet with a passing glance,
but by unexpected discovery.
hearts once attached to others’,
i said we should’ve been best friends
because our wavelengths
were tied together by some cosmic thread
then, that was just a poetic thought.
the new year had just arrived
and i was feeling inspired
and hey, you caught me at the right time.
or i caught you,
or whatever it was.
hello for the first time, acquaintance.
our first interaction was met with appreciation
for a comment and a favorite.
i thanked you for the time you spent
reading whatever creation
i had shared in those moments
and it was nice to meet you again, miss.
The name’s Ricky,
I’m glad to make your acquaintance.
hello for the first time, my friend.
i first met you when discussing college,
what you wanted to be
and the enigma that was your future.
your plans were random currents
and mine were wrapped in static.
hello for the fir
bad habitsi chew up keratin claws
and spit out lead nails
like letters laced with
a twine of tawny truths
and the smack of gums
forming lewd lilac lies.
you bite your sodden
to the stem of bone,
peeling layers of
paint-stained skin with
i often wonder
how my fingertips
morph metaphors with
awry alliteration while
your palms paint
purpled pastels and
my fractured wrists creak
and porcelain ghost
lines stripe your
autumn brushed skin
yet somehow, together,
we still create beauty.
PicturesqueThe smell of the fire curls in my lungs, purring
like a tabby kitten. Roasting marshmallows
crisp on the ends of our sticks as I lean
against you, our heat mingling like the smoke
rising to the sky. Your eyes twinkle as you talk,
your hands gesturing widely, and the marshmallow
flies into the woods. We clutch our stomachs
as we laugh in harmony, our voices twining
together in the silence of the night.
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
Lay With Me...Lay with me, my sweet...
under a canopy of shining stars.
Snuggle with me this night,
and wish with me on a falling star.
Lay with me, my dear...
beside the ocean deep and blue.
Hear the wave break and hiss,
and know that my love is very true.
Lay with me, my love...
in an Alpine meadow on a Spring day.
Cuddle in my embrace and know
that you are for me, and I for you.
Lay with me, my hon...
in a field of fresh-fallen snowflakes.
Take your warmth from me, child,
and know that we were meant to be.
Lay with me, my doe...
and know that I want you here.
Stay with me, for all eternity...
the way we were trule meant to be.
SanctuaryVines stretched between her fingertips
Flowered fields grew at her word
and I swore that the galaxies lived in her eyes.
Starlight was the laughter that she breathed,
A universe of its own
Framed by the graceful arc of her parted lips.
Her movements were the gentle ocean waves
and daylight played off her skin,
Even in the darkest corners of the night.
A lion's roar was found in the screech of her cry,
and waterfalls trickled from her delicate lashes.
Mountains settled on her sloping brow,
her arms became the atmosphere I couldn't believe I ever lived without,
and a new world built itself upon her beauty
each and every day.
And so when the realm around me became too small,
I found my sanctuary in her.
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