toni-seychelle
American
The Earth Dragon. Fire Lady. Water Siren. / / / I am / A lover of fine food, fine whiskey, / ...of fine art and fine men / A collector of items and memories / ...of great times and great people / ..........I am / The wrinkle in your shirt / The itch you can't scratch / The wild, lone hair on your back / / / I'm not important..to anyone or to this world. I am no one and I am happy. / / / "Can I be as I believe myself to be or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is where I create the legend wherein I must bury myself..." / ...::|Miguel de Unamuno|::...
Eat me with your eyes
get your fill
I feel your gaze
you don't have to touch me
you don't have to talk
I know what you want
victim to whistles
slave to cat calls
Harassment in it's most innocent forms
you think it's a compliment
Lick your lips one more time
and wink at me again, stranger,
You think of me naked
I'll think about you, dead
and rotting
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
After a long night away from you
I'm leaving you behind again
You're quite alright with my going out
you're not the jealous type
and I'm certainly fortunate for you
you're always there for me..
But this morning, I looked at you once
as I walked through the door..
Blankets covering you
yet you're still naked and cold..
There I stood, feeling pretty guilty
I just wanted to curl into you..
I know if I did, though, I'd never leave
I'd stay with you all day
and never regret it, I never have
"I'll be back tonight, I promise,
just you and me
and my cat."
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
Your tongue left an impression
so did your thumb, on the inside of my thigh
Fumbling in the dark for your heart
I'll let you touch me only because I need it
I need something that takes me back
We are who we are
and we've been here before
I fight my primeval desires to no avail
I am an animal, you are a beast
we are both wild, we both have needs
We feed on each other, licking and biting
Sleep won't stop the fighting
Morning light can't stop the trying
I like your style
and want your wild
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 9:02 PM UTC
You linger in the rafters of my mind
and in the eaves of my heart
Like the cobwebs there,
you just are.
A sort of sigh, I breathe
when I think of you
some, of relief
most, of desire
The way I felt
I couldn't
hear
anyone.
I couldn't
feel
anything.
I was filled
with hope
and fire.
Now,
I act on sure
emptiness
and
blind emotion.
Ignoring
every thing.
**** consequences.
And yet, there you linger
a tack in my heart
that draws
the heaviest snot.
There, you linger
an oasis
in my desert mind.
I escape to there
sometimes.
You are now a spectre
Your image prospers
You exist as you are
You are non-existent
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Let me be a bird
so I can fly
far, far away
A rolling stone never collects moss
just leaves a path of destruction
remember me
**you can't be forgotten**
The sun, the flowers, the sky
the only things
I'll call mine
Ramble on, it's all I know
get my lovin' on the run
Rage into brilliance then fade out
like a star that burns bright
then dies in it's own light
Remember me
some things
just can't be forgotten
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
The first of November presents itself in a warm rain. The sky is moving - wispy clouds reflecting the sun in different shades of bluish grey. Hints of blue can only peek through momentarily as a dark cloud moves in front, becoming illuminated at it's edges. The fog has lifted and now, the valley is visible. Against the splotchy horizon, the hills are ablaze in vivid yellows, fire oranges and crisp, bright reds. Between the hills and mountains lay low-lying clouds, the collection of steam from the rivers and creeks that constant through these ancient ruins. The birds are singing, relishing the warm rain - holding on, so to speak, to the very last bit of warmth as long as they can, much like me.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
The diamond in the rough
still is a diamond
The process of perfection is
not without pressure and time
Still a glittering thing
Still a precious being
The diamond
cut, clear and perfect
a thing to behold
beautiful
and strong
Everybody wants you
No one needs you
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
The sun is setting on a hot day, he hides coyly behind tall sycamores, his reflection playing on the undersides of trees on the riverbank. His warm breath is the breeze that kisses my cheek. The river carries me on, over pebbles and rocks below the glassy surface. Dragonflies dart around, flying gems that glisten in the sun. The heron, with diligent patience, hides seamlessly in the trees awaiting his next meal. He takes off when I get near, his frame is much larger in flight. The sweetness of honeysuckle is thick in this warm air. The trees on the riverbank are laden and dripping of the sweet flowers. As I gently glide through the water, the waves lap against my boat, almost making the sound of kisses. This is my river time. All these beautiful things, I love. There is passion in Nature, it is in birdsong and in the breeze. It is in the river as it moves along and the swaying of the trees. This is where I breathe.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
A rumble in the distance
the wind playing in trees
With a flash and a crack,
the sky empties it's clouds
The rain is a wall
as it moves through my valley
A blanket of fog rests on the fields
My mountains seem to float
and everything is quite still
The morning birdsong awakens me
When I stand on my hill, I feel like a giant
as I move through my valley
A warm breeze brushes my cheeks
The sun has set behind my mountains
painting the sky in ombre hues
Honeysuckle drips from trees
and the sweet smell hangs in the air
Nothing moves me like my valley
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
It's a heart that aches
that makes the day.
A love that shakes
that takes your breath away..
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC