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 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
A keeper I am,
Keeper of secrets,
Stories and poems,
Holding Friendships,
Love, fantasies,

I hold on to others,
Their lies, desires,
Illusions, delusions,
Dreams, nightmares,
Am I but a mirage?

What of me is kept by anyone?
Or thrown away, but why?
Was I used for what I had?
Or disposed of?
What purpose served?

Do I hold tighter,
Because others let go?
Or because,
I'm not afraid
of what I hold onto.
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
Waking with you,
To your touch,
Sippin Black Coffee,
Between sheets,
TV news,
Newspaper,
Sippin, sippin, sippin,
Waking slowly,
Against your skin,
Your silken hair,
To your morning scent,
It’s a brand new day.
Good Morning Sunshine
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
I have a vision of you,
Fresh shaved legs,
Smooth as silk,
Nylon stockings,
Gartered neat and snug,
Gliding effortlessly,
Across your skin,
Your slow moving hand,
Feeling your legs curvature,
Clean well-oiled scented skin,
Ready for a soft touch,
Of gentle hands soft caresses,
Velvet black high-heeled shoes,
Slipped upon your feet,
Dressed in black velvet dress,
Clinging like hugs,
Everything is just so,
Hungry red lips,
Outlined perfectly applied,
Disguised a sultry smile,
Of one not yet kissed,
Eyes lined dark,
Shaped like night,
Made up in dim lights,
Bedroom eyes they say,
This way no tears are seen,
Sleek painted red nails fingers,
Reaching for courage,
Brushing across your lips,
Wink of your eye,
Blow soft kisses across backroom,
A fresh spray of perfume
Long strides across a stage,
Music starts to play,
Fresh shaved legs,
With glittered oils,
Gleam with every move,
Closing misty night eyes,
Getting lost in trance,
When music stops,
Open your eyes,
Once again your still waiting it seems,
High-heeled shoes,
You are not alone,
Your smile wide,
When music stops.
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
When bleached bones,
Spring moon rise together,
Faded suns of dusty planet winds,
Weave children’s dreams,
Of summer kites trailing tails travel,
Through old misty evening fog,
Filled heads in half remembered songs,
Hazy memories of an elusive youth,
Laughing, waving, dancing,
Time markers of many springs long past,
Come then suddenly gone,
All waiting till summer’s end,
Waiting until bleached bones,
Autumn moon rise together
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Holly Anderson
She is waging an all out war.
against herself.
Wishing to be set free
from herself.
Determined to win, even if she
kills herself.
She uses this beautiful blade
on herself.
Carving her deepest insecurities to
remind herself.
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
"Wind is like breathing" he says to her,
"Like our very breath this wind it is",
Her eyes hold magic deep within their sparkle,
To him, she breathes life,
Her voice as a soft gentle rain,
His a deep rolling distant thunder,

Some deep spell is lingering here,
With a sparkling trail of stars between them,
Wishing stars they are,
In a night world that whispers darkest dreams,
To their brightness,
They stealth away into an unhearing inky night,

Winds blow strong in her heart,
Stirring these stars,
Turning them into dust,
She breathes deep,
Her wind calls him by name,
Calls him to dance,

Somewhere in night, a cry rises,
Catching stars unaware,
They blink and dance
Now wind stirs echoing their cry,
Into their eyes,
As they breathe,

Ripples of wind like water,
Drench their crystal forms,
As they breathe themselves into night sky,
Wasted wishes fall,
Like a cry,
Into an empty dark night,

Rain begins softly falling,
On her hair then down her face,
Wrapping her in power,
Of thunder and lightning filling her night,
her skin in blue reflected flashing,
While she restlessly breathes,

Winds begin to howl,
To sing of rain under these stars,
Breathing a breath connected,
Becoming wind, becoming rain,
Turning stars, those empty stars,
As their breath turns them to dust.
It never stops hurting.
That hole he left.
Everyone says it takes time..
..that I’ll feel better eventually.
But I won’t.

It never stops hurting.
That ache in my chest.
There’s a feeling like so much was left unsaid.
But in reality, it still would have happened.
He stopped loving me.

How do you move on?
From the person you can’t, or don’t want to, live without.
How do you move on?
When all you want to do is go back in time.

It never stops hurting.
Don’t believe the well-meant lies.
There won’t be another special someone.
Not when all you see in others,
Are reflections of him

It never stops hurting.
And he’s in everything you see.
He’s in every thought, every memory, every song.
You want to feel whole,
but you never will.

How do you move on?
When all you want is his kiss again.
How do you move on?
When you can still imagine his ring on your finger.

It never stops hurting.
When you lose your other half.
And eventually you decide to just wait.
Hope he comes back.
Because you’re that pathetic.

It never stops hurting.
No matter how many pills you pop.
No matter how many calories you drop.
No matter how many scars you carve.
It never stops hurting.

So why bother trying to get better,
when it never stops?
Inspired by a low point I experienced lately, about being thrown aside by someone I loved.  Comments for improvement are more than welcome.
 Apr 2012 DeeDeeK
Wanderer
Poison infiltrates my stalwart veins
Unable to process with the soiled remains of a battered
Tattered heart
Still on the wintery edge of wishing
I was made of stone
Eyes wide shut, looking up through dark waters
I can still taste you on my lips
Feel you on my fingertips
Ice crystallizes where magma used to flow
Larva to razer sharp butterfly
Silver moonshine quick
Wishing I was made of stone
With absent minded memories
 Mar 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
Morning rain on worn trail mirrors,
Our path woven between tall pines,
Trunks drawn dark lines,
Against filtered light of grey skies above,
One step at a time walking,
On a journey through measured time,
Where distance and time are one
 Mar 2012 DeeDeeK
Searich
We both discovered,
Each our hearts,
With our souls matched,
In forever feelings,
Sharing in love eternal.
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