Rustine Gescheidle: Favorites

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Deana Luna

you held me like catastrophe. afraid to let your arms fall away from my chest.
i held you like i knew what i was doing.

i will sing you the saddest song you’ve ever heard and you can smile softly through tears, reveling in your love for a sad girl.
i am a tragedy. a melodrama.
but we are acoustic devendra banhart songs at dusk. the sweet orange wind softly brushing against your windows//against our cheeks.

borrowed lipstick kisses flower at the roots of your legs. i bloom between the spaces of your sighs and whisper to each curve of your mouth.
i can write a love letter to each breath you take.

i know you want me vigorous. i know you love me insatiable. and i want you like i know what i’m doing. i want you like i’m much older and wiser. i want you like i’m not a quick kid.

your drinks are always too bitter. you say you fell in love with me for my smoke and flowers.

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

The Garden

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Sara Teasdale

The Garden

My heart is a garden tired with autumn,
Heaped with bending asters and dahlias heavy and dark,
In the hazy sunshine, the garden remembers April,
The drench of rains and a snow-drop quick and clear as a spark;

Daffodils blowing in the cold wind of morning,
And golden tulips, goblets holding the rain —
The garden will be hushed with snow, forgotten soon, forgotten —
After the stillness, will spring come again?

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

I am

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

JL

I am

Newborn lungs of lush green pasture
All the pain
Birds of prey; laughter
Little song torrential rain
handful

Of horses mane
Impossibly tamed
*******

Melodies
As wasps they sting
Remember?

The music plays
In dripping caves
Forever

Insecure
I'd shut my mouth
Then I could kiss
And watch you breathe
As golden seas
Endeavor

Wasting
Expensive rush
Tap your watch
Smile

A king of rats
A rat of kings
Jester
Hear me play
In this way
Wonder

Home at last
Cut down the mast
For fire

This moonlight beach
No man may reach
This sky of blue
It tastes of you
But sadder

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

In Honor of the Siberian Tiger

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Vernell Allen

In Honor of the Siberian Tiger

From the Sikhote Alin Mountain,
I gaze at my world coming to an end.
I feel the sharp spear
peirce my brother's heart.

Blood trickles from my sister's mouth and
I taste its unwanted metallic zest.
The strench of Amur Basin burning
fills my nostrils, telling me my time

is limited. I pace, awaiting my poachers,
killers stained with the last
essence of my family.
This destruction of my kind hurts my soul,

but I stand to fight in the name of Amur.
As my band of enemies approach,
I summon the inner spirit and my
roar blankets the mountain air.

I feel my ancestors with me and
charge with the force of a thousand
tigers to my certain death.
The final battle begins.

I love tigers and it saddens me that the Siberian tiger could be extinct in my life time. Please show your support before its too late.

#protect #support #tigers #charish

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

after tonight

Jul 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

jennee

after tonight

after tonight
i will watch you slip from my fingers and into the path that you choose
you will not be mine nor will you know that i have been holding you by my fingers all this time
i will watch you go into someone else's arms yet i will be content that you will find the person that will hold you by the tips of their fingers and hands
i will continue to treasure your smile, because let's face it, it's what i'm good at
it's been 4 years and each time i close my eyes, i see the sun shining, peaking through a cloud, like the corners of your lips that gently forms into that smile
and to the next 4 years to come, whether i will close my eyes and wake up to you by my bed side, or to an empty sheet of paper, a cold side of the pillow, a half finished cigarette, or to the smile i have treasured
you will always be the first person that i have loved ever
and i don't care if you have to wake up to someone else's arms wrapped around you
just remember that i will always be here, waiting, maybe even forever

n.j.

#love #gay #her #inspiration #pride #lgbt #confession #lesbian #younglove #firstlove

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

There's Nothing Wrong With A Rainbow

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

C J Baxter

There's Nothing Wrong With A Rainbow

There's nothing wrong with a rainbow,
every hue of you is there reflected.
So how can you object to it?
How can you feel sick with disgust or distrust ?
How can you sit and resent it?
Lets stand hand in hand with man and man,
woman and woman, man and woman
and guide the children to a better view.
From the top of a hand built mountain
we'll sit counting rainbows in the sky till its no longer blue.
But every single shade of me and you.

Beautiful to see America finally united in marriage equality. Still a long way to go in terms of acceptance, and my frustration with the narrow minded is the essence of this poem. TY4YT

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Back of My Mind

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Jordan

Back of My Mind

She told me, based on her past, this probably wouldn't last,
So when she told me to run, I didn't want to believe it,
To that small ounce of hope, I held fast.

How can I still be hung up on someone when we only had one date?
Honestly, I still want and miss her, when my heart's in a vulnerable state.

I'd never been that way about anyone else, like no matter what happened between us, nothing could have changed how strongly I felt.

She will always be at the back of mind and it's out of my control,
and if you look close enough, you'll probably find a part of her in my soul.

I know it sounds cliché, but for me, she was the one that got away.
And I will always be left wondering if there was something I could have said or done differently that would have made her want to stay.

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

The Dandelion’s pallid tube

Jun 2015 Rustine Gescheidle

Emily Dickinson

The Dandelion’s pallid tube

1519

The Dandelion’s pallid tube
Astonishes the Grass,
And Winter instantly becomes
An infinite Alas—

The tube uplifts a signal Bud
And then a shouting Flower,—
The Proclamation of the Suns
That sepulture is o’er.