A blue flame is dancing under the dark of night,
Teasing and pleasing...
Something you want to capture.
Hold it tight, bring it in,
watch it burn.
The angiush in wanting...
a simple prayer left unanswered.
The hope in possiblities that will never exist.
The flame will only hurt you.
Leave a scar that will pain you to witness.
Still you sit and watch and want.
Carefully anylizing every curve,
every flicker in the wind.
You fail to notice you are moving closer,
and the flame is dimming.
Then there is only smoke,
a choking reality of what once was,
and what could never have been.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
Burning bright strands of hair
encapsulate my memory.
Fair complexion,
and concrete eyes.
Shifting-
encompassing my pain
At a loss of knowing
no options.
Initial failure
heartbreaking and condemning.
Liberated,
but you don't know.
I am searching
but there is no trail of breadcrumbs.
I am chasing the shadow of a ghost.
So unobtainable.
I cannot give up!
My dreams never looked so bright
as what I am living now.
Yet here I am.
Where are you?
Do you even know
that you changed,
that you saved,
my life?
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:20 AM UTC
I see a vision of my soul.
Tall, thin, long strands of dark hair..
eyes deep and dark.
She is walking through a desolate land.
The footprints trailing in the sand.
Each step raising dust,
the same wind that is sweeping her hair
lifts the particles and sends them flying.
Nothing behind her and nothing ahead,
she still carries determintion and purpose.
Playing beautiful melodies in her mind.
Her last memory of peace.
At least,
she is hoping its a memory.
Because if not....
Its simply insanity.
The gears of her mind burning out.
Overworked and imaginitive.
Either way they bring her joy.
Strength to hold her head high,
to put one exhauted leg in front of the other,
and continue on into the unknown.
And continue on into the future,
and she hopes,
her destiny.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
My breath is stolen...
In this moment of perfection.
Comfortably seated at the base of this tree.
But, you are missing.
As I look up-
The brilliant sun's light
piercing through the limbs and leaves
As they sway gently with the breeze
Oh how I wish you could see this...
My spirit embellishes in this..
The sounds-
The warmth-
This moment...
is God.
The highest power...
Strong enough to make a strong woman
such as myself-
melt.
Into the helpless seduction
of such pure peace.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
I would love to say I am one of those people who just doesn't give a ****
I would love to say that it doesn't hurt or bother me..
when people say "people like you"
are what's wrong with America...
I would be lying...
I don't know why-
Why I care what they think
or that they hate us!
Or, think we are disgusting...
Or, that we are so different from them.
I shouldn't care!
But, I do....
Just the same
I should not feel inadequate
or sad because I cannot give you a baby...
But I am...and I do...
Part of me feels that moving somewhere
that we could get married would change things...
That somehow the whole population
wouldn't be like that.
I know that I am just kidding myself-
I know that people will have their views no matter where we go.
But, it doesn't stop me from wishing-
That we were not considered so different...
Because we love someone of the same gender...
And for those that think this is what we have chosen.
HATE, RIDICULE, HARDSHIP, SEPERATION
WHO WOULD CHOOSE THAT?
I wouldn't, I didn't!
It chose me, God chose me!
To even begin to try to think I could fit in
to your lines defining "normal" is ridiculous.
It would be impossible....
Besides that fact that I would never be albe
to lay with a man-
I have already found love.
Yes, LOVE! with a woman..
And no, neither of us are perfect...
But, together....we make a perfect couple.
Like two weights on a scale we balance...
AND I LOVE HER!!
AMERICA CAN GET OVER IT!!!
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Why is it...
That my reflection is only pretty-
In a ***** mirror?
Clean glass-
Showing off all my imperfections..
While the stains-
Seem to cover all of mine.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
The treeline almost resembles mountains,
reflected in the calm waters below....no wind
not even a breeze.
The pink, turning purple and blue clouds
resemble cotton candy.
And a smile comes over me
remembering childhood.
The array of color with this sunset..
and the moon hanging above,
not yet revealing the constellations.
The frogs sing to me here,
I lay back onto the warm ground.
The blades of bright green grass tickle my neck.
Even the crickets laughter rings.
I close my eyes...
Feel the wetness brimming.
I hear the waterfall behind..
Such steady rhythm.
The whole world revealing a lullaby.
Never-ending, and breath-taking.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
There is a clock ticking on the wall.....
I hear every second, every minute, every hour as it ticks away.
I can hear it....but I cant see it.
There is an hourglass sitting on the table....
the sand pours through and I can see as every second,
every minute, every hour falls away.
I can see it, but I cannot hear it,
or taste, nor immediately feel it.
What is it that really defines time?
We break things down to milliseconds
but our brains do not have the capacity to really register it.
Yesterday, I stood in the rain
put my head to the sky and let the drops hit my face.
It only takes a millisecond for the drop to fall on my lips,
but it takes three times that for my brain to realize it.
My sister was born and then I blinked....
and she will be starting school this year.
I am scared to blink again, honestly.
I want so desperately to pretend it doesn't exist,
that the restraints of time are something we simply made up.
Then, I see my grandparents,
and the increase in the number of wrinkles on their faces,
and I know that the only thing that this could be blamed on is
....time.
I feel us...
Growing and shifting and changing...
and separating.
Becoming more and more different with each passing day.
When we first met things were not like this.
Sometimes it seems that day was just yesterday,
then we fight and I know we are drifting.
And I hate it!!
I wish I could go back...
in time.
My life, your life, their lives, are passing
Not enough done in a solitude day..
and we are all falling behind.
The last generation is dying out.
Our generation is growing up,
we are taking over and we are not prepared...
Yet, there is just no way
that we could ever stop time.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
The sound of this drizzling rain against the rooftops is enough to make me drift away...
Even with my eyes wide open I can feel myself sinking into a beautiful hypnosis.
I want to stay in this moment for as long as possible.
The infinite feeling of peace brings tears to the brim of my eyes.
As the drops run down the windshield, the outside world becomes a blur...
The way things are mirrored in water after throwing a rock in the center of the pool.
The obscured landscape is no less gorgeous with this imperfection.
The same as you....
For beauty is no less beautiful when skewed.
Just not as easy to recognize.
It may require you dig below the surface to see it.
But just under skin deep...it still lingers there.
These droplets keep calling my name.
Asking that I stand and let them fall over me delicately.
Feeling the cool sky crash down upon my lips..
Weighing down my hair and clothes...
this is the weight of the world.
Falling into the lake at which I am sitting....
The ripples...spreading out and dissipating,and I am the only witness.
Now the sky has become one with the earth it has fallen over,
and a part of the moisture held within my skin, a part of me...
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
The terrible truth is...
I love that I can run away!
That I can escape into this world...
Where everything is anything I want it to be.
Where you are just a figment of my imagination.
And, I can make you so much sweeter.
And there is no negativity,
no melancholy drama.
Here the animated beauty I see,
lies within everything, even you.
I can twist your evil words into a sweet sweet song ringing in my head.
The animosity in the room is not palpable,
and there is only a longing to dance in rhythm.
Oh I love this land of make believe!
Where just a word turns into a constant outflow.
Or a solitude thought of fantasy,
becomes an intriguing and engulfing page.
I love the traffic jam in my head,
just waiting to become permanent ink.
Words strung together never to be taken back,
to just linger in the world....
waiting for someone to cherish them.
To open eyes and minds....
To inspire and ignite imagination and individuality!
To provide an escape for you and them...
To provide a mental island for myself.
Inside my blissful hideaway..
Everything is so comfortable!
No rules to follow, no expectations to meet.
Complete freedom.
Oh how I do love it here.....
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 10:28 PM UTC