I wish I existedI am just the soundThe old radio playsStatic and songsNeither good nor badNobody notices when it's turned offAnd I wish so hard that I existed.I am just the shadowSitting in the cornerNo eyes see meAs I watch the gamesPool, ping-pong, darts,Shouting, laughterBut no eyes see meAnd I wish so hard that I existedI am just the girlfriendObligatory lumpOn the boyfriend's sideDo his thingsMeet his needsAnd I wish so hard that I existedBut I don't
Imbolic 2007Midwinter's moonlaying lowjust above the treesOpen, full and widespilling lightfilling the whole earthMoondrops roll gentlydripping from the dark breastsand round belliesof the mountainspooling deep in the meadowsHeavy moon-drenched snowweighing 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 artI draw picturesacross white paper.Smooth sentencesflow like waterfrom my fingertipsacross the keyboardonto a blank screen.I am the writer.With my wordsnations are foundedor crumble.I am the writer!The great mageswait my commandand all their magicis mine to use.It is my decisionwho will live and die,the world waitsholding their breath!I am the writer!And then I wake upand I'm nobody again.
DancingDancing by myselfwearing my favorite jeans and an itty bitty shirtand jasmine perfumewith the music so loudsinging alongwatching myself reflected in the windowand my shadow on the floorbecause there's nobody else aroundand it feels good to be me.But then you're hereand our bodies once as sure as twining snakesare strangersfull of elbows and kneesawkward anglesand blind mistakesmy rhythm is gonethe music lost in meaningless noise.Your eyes find mineand your hands guide my hipsinto a new rhythmgentler than the firstguide me to a music quieterthat only we can hearand we are nothing but two vinesgrowing on the same treeindistinguishable from each other.Then you're gone and by myself againWearing dirty jeans and your green sweatshirtthat still smells like youThe music pounding out of the speakers so loudthe floor shiverswhere my foot counts the beatbiding my timeuntil we can dance together again.
Red RaspberryLook,beneath my dark leavesbeware the thornsFindsweet ruby clustersskin tight and shinyTasteas rich as the earth I grow inas sweet as the sun that feeds meSavorevery drop of juiceas precious as the dawnTakeall you can carryspread my childrenI have given them all I can
the recklessness i discarded to the starshe still lingers in the poems on my wristin the scars that were never even therebut still refuse to leave my sighthe had the sky in his eyes,mid-afternoon beauties so blinding and searing and painfuli couldn't help but gaze up at that sunbut god, i am so much lowermy eyes are the color of an early duskan ending and the tearsof tiring childrenthere is no sunset or fingerpaintingjust the darknessjust the sadness before the stars and moon and romancei have never held a love so truefor someone i didn't even love at alland the facts are all therethe math checks out even nowi still wish that the blankets smothering me at nightcould be his armsno fanfare, no lovejust reality and his scarily clear eyeson an overcast day when i am unafraid of heightsand freedommaybe that's all i really wanted from the start
Love and shardsYour warm lightReaches for my heartA call for loveA great passionBut you can't touch itIt's broken and darknedAnd the sharp shardsWill break your skinYou'll have to waitWhile I pick up the piecesAnd put them togetherSo someday loving me will be safe
Zoro X Reader TomorrowYou sat there in your bedroom, an open suitcase on the bed next to you, filled with clothes and all your belongings. The light of the moon snuck through the
not a placeyour brown eyesblack in shadetree sap to trap bugs in lightyour soft hair, soft cheeks, soft backsoft allyour hand on my shoulder a homeyour voice to me a home
Vital AssetVital AssetBy PuabiWhen you have treasures,They may be lostBut they can be replacedI have had treasures beforeSome were lostSome were stolenBut I have one assetThat I will never loseEven when I dieIt is LoveMy most vital assetThough it may be replacedIt may not be the sameOur love will surviveThrough each age"How many lives we have livedI may not knowBut I know we were together."
home was youfell asleep next to youon the couch at her house;woke up at 1 am withmy head in your lapmy hair in your handsand i feel guilty now becauseyou never felt me wake(why didn't you tell me?)
Twenty-fiveYou shall never lose me.Only you can tasteThe honey of my heart.Only you can feelMy love when times are dark.Only you can touchEvery inch that is my skin.Only you can seeAll of me there is within.Only you can hearMy secrets buried deep.Only you can beThe shoulder when I weep.Only you are the one,The one that's meant for me.Only you are the one,And you shall never lose me.
A Gift Of Me...I give to you a gift of me...best of all, this gift is free.Take me for what you want...just be sure to want all you take.Take my heart, take my body,take everything you desire.I belong to you, and no other.I can be both friend and lover.This gift is your's as you desire...mind of power and heart of fire.You will find that I'm a tasty treat,one to be savored like fine candy.So I give to you a gift of me...no need to unwrap, unless you want.I am your's to enjoy and play with...and yes, I do make such a great gift.--RKJ
WaitingEach wordThat you type across the screenFills my heart with joyYour intellect aloneDrives me crazyBut in the best of waysI can't even begin to tell youHow long I've waitedFor youI suspect that you may already knowThough it would beA downright dirty lieIf I said that lustful imagesOf the two of usDidn't constantly fill my thoughtsAnother emotion is even moreEver presentI long for the dayIn which I can stareDeeply into your eyesAnd let my true feelings be known
With PicturesMy ears are heavy (blue glass stones)My heart twisted (ancient apple tree)Hiding away (rusting chainmail)When I know not whoor whatI want