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Cool grass surrounds her
The stars wink
One by one
Slowly she is covered
By moonlights glow
Her body takes on a milky hue
Lips warm but tinted blue
Body tingles in anticipation
Waiting longingly for him
He does not come this night
But when he does
Take her beneath the moonlight
Let her soft rays
Guide her home
Fold her into moons breast
Give her what she was never shown
For when she submits
This is how she wants it to be
Taken body and soul
Filled with moons seed
Missing my lover, my muse...
The sun has set
The moon she rises
Trying to be seen through the selfish clouds      
Fight moon fight!
Fight to show the world your beautiful face
For yours is soft
Like a forever lullaby
Of forever grace
Where the sun's is harsh
And hurts the eyes
So fight moon!
Give us your light!
Bathe us in the lullaby of the night.
She knows
Oh my how she knows
Seeing the furtive glances
The car leaving before the crack of dawn
She reads between the lines
When you tell her you're going to a friend's
She gives certain looks herself
Not just at you
But also to the other
You believe you're fooling her
But she sees the pupils dilate
When she says certain phrases
Certain names and places
A secret no more
Oh yes, she knows
**The intuition of a mother
A mother's intuition is never wrong. Oh yes she knows....
Not as high as I usually go today
Still high enough that I
could.....
             slip
                       fall
Become no more
I will not do that today
Today I will fight my demons
Today I will not
              slip
                         fall
Those **** demons
Promises of peace
just.....
               slip
                         fall
Down inside that crevice
But that would hurt
They say it won't    
Their voices stronger
louder
Promises of no pain, eternal peace
just......
               slip
                         fall
Demons lie
I need to get off this mountainside
I have come to a fork in the road
two paths ahead of me
as different as night and day

One appears as such
Pristine
Flat
Golden
Boring
Unhappy

in its gold gilded glitter
The other as thus
Overgrown trees
Knarled roots protruding from the blackened ground
Hard
Strenuous
Exerting
Treacherous
Adventure
I take the path less traveled
into the lion's mouth I go
Suddenly wicked clouds block the moons glow
Lightening flits across the sky
Dancing it's chaotic tango
I seek shelter under one of the majestic oaks
Finding a knot hole large enough for my body
Not a moment too soon
Rain comes down in waves
Hail pelts the ground where I had stood
Covering the darkened earth in white
Wind whips through the trees
****** them of their leaves
It rips through my soul
Tearing from it the doubts
This is the path for me
One of hardship

Mercy
Hard love
Chaos
As suddenly as the storm came it leaves
the path is still treacherous
My head held high
My shoulders back

I let fear stay at my feet to keep me grounded
Hope at my head to keep it up
Peace at my core to wield off doubt
Defiance as my sword to cut down passiveness
I will remain strong in this chaos
*
as I continue my journey into the mouth of the lion
Which path will you take?
I watch as a ****** of crows fly over
Cawing loudly
Deafening in their wake
Landing upon a barren tree
Giving the illusion of life
I stare pointedly at this ******
Then, they quiet
A fog of silence
Loud and unrelenting
No cars to be heard
Insects hushed
The only sound is the beating of my heart
They move as one
Heads turning simultaneously
Eyes staring back
Only one opens its maw
A screech of terror comes out
They are warning me
Of what, I do not know
In the screech I do understand
A trial is set before me
One I must withstand
I have found my muse
That which has eluded me
    My muse is my pain
My legs are burning

        for they are not around you

My lips are dry

        for they are not against yours

My ******* are aching

       for they are not in your hands  

My ears are ringing

      for they are not hearing your voice

My eyes are closed

   for they know you are not in front of me

My hands they tingle

      for they are not touching you

My mind stays numb

      for it is not sparring with yours

My body trembles

      *as it waits in anticipation of us again
#burn #ache #anticipation #need
Inside a square box
So airy and light
My children laughing and playing
Everyone dressed in white
Then the sound of laughter stops
A dimness in the box
Slowly everyone leaves
Taking the light
Darkness begins its reign
My best steps up
Looks me straight in the eye
She then turns and goes
Taking with her, her light
The man I believe is with me
Turns to me and smiles
But it is not pleasant
It is feral, wild
He whispers words, turns and goes
"Never was" hits me in the gut
Lights are gone
A black hole is now my box
He calls on the phone
We say hello
He says "I love you"
He then let's go

He walks in my dreams
I catch a glimpse during the day
His cologne lingers in the house
He comes to see me somedays

He's become the ghost
The ghost of what once was
He holds me in his ghostly presence
He holds me for real, a few times a month

He's the ghost of my dreams
He's the ghost of the day
He's the ghost of cologne
He's the ghost of which I pray

He's the ghost of the phone
He's the ghost of hellos
He's the ghost of I love yous
*He's the ghost of let go's
Another old one that I found back from high school. I wrote this one when I was around 16, back when we didn't have cell phones and the Internet was still being discussed. Haha
I've seen your tears
When you thought I wasn't looking
I heard the "I love you's"
When you said be careful
I felt your strength
When you thought you were weak
When you held me
I felt your pain
When I disappointed
I saw your sacrifices
When you tried to hide them
I felt your love
When you whispered goodnight
Now it is my turn
I hope you don't mind
I will hide the pain and sacrifices
I hope from your eyes
I want you to hear the "I love you's"
When I say goodbye
I want you to feel joy
When you look into my eyes
I want to make your last days here
Ones you don't regret
I want you to feel my love
The same as the day we met
Mother you are strong
You are my safe place
Mother you are mine
No one will take that away
You are my best friend
My forever secret keeper
No matter how old I am
You will be my mother forever
Happy Mother's Day!
I'm sitting on my back porch
Smoking a cigarette
Looking at the stars
Hazed out by smoke
Oklahoma is burning
Flames are all around
Smells like a campfire
Even in town
Livestock are dead
Running for the barren river
Wildlife gone
Majestic mountain lions
Climbing in the burnt trees
Only to die of smoke inhalation
Oklahoma is burning
River beds running dry
Dear Lord above
Give us rain
Help us see an end to this nightmare
Of Oklahoma burning
I stand naked before you
My body and soul laid bare
Upon my hands I  hold my heart
And this I gift to you
I only implore one simple wish    
This gift that I give
It is fragile and easy to break
Please, handle with care.
Never have I ever
Heard truth pass from man's lips
I do not care how
Beautiful you make your quips

One may say to another
Beautiful you are
Then turn around
and lust for another

One may say
I shall never do that again
Turn around
Same mistake the following weekend

I have found actions speak louder
You speak what you may
The proverbial untruth
For what is real is in what
With your words you do

For never have I ever
Heard truth pass from man's lips
But have seen truth
Man's words in action
Act upon your words!
Funny is it not
For years I thought I was in true loves embrace
Amazing how my body instead of being warm was always cold
I should have listened better to it
I may have then known that this was not love
Intriguing how my mind overrode my heart for so long.
Though my heart was yelling the whole time NO!
My mind continued to say YES!
Finally my heart and mind spoke
With it, understanding came
This should have never been  
Walking out the door was the most peaceful thing I have yet to do.
Now my being, though still cold, is finally at *peace
I finally realized why it was so easy to leave
I got a new phone yesterday
All bright, shiny, and new
Transfered all important documents
All contacts too
Then I opened her up
Ready to write
My words were gone
Out of site
I went to text you
Ask your advice
Your contact still there
I sent a message hoping I'd find
Inspiration from your mind
I guess I did
Not how I would have liked
Though your number is here
Like my words,  you're gone
Out of site....
#gone #what did I do #words #phone #metaphor
The harshness of the day gives way to the whispers of the night.
My senses become heightened.
My skin that was dulled by the acosting day is now sensitive to the caressing breeze of the night.  
My eyes look longingly to the crying moon. The night is my lover and I revel in its sweet caress.
She was home but not
the world seemed different to her
Her senses muted
Andy Griffith like in her vision
Downed power lines noted
She picked them up
Knowing she should be shocked
Finding it odd
She was not
She hurried under them
A transformer in the distance sparked
Her children but not hers
Played in her garage
She protected them against the power lines
Then ****, they were gone
A stranger child sat upon her dryer
Laughing as though possessed
The laughter was not human
Demon at best
Chills down her spine she approached
His laughter stopped
To her these words spoke
"You will not get to keep them
He will have them to his self
You will not be able to protect them
They will be his
No one else"

She then awoke
It was just a dream
Hurried down the hall to check
Her children in their beds
Safe and sound, fast asleep
After kissing each again
She turned, her room to head
She heard the demon laugh
Turned back and saw
Fear again gripping her
*He sat upon their bed......
The ex husband has put in a motion for soul custody of our children. Knowing my children are to now be subjected to this fight he has started has truly upset me...

"A nightmare, also called a bad dream,[1] is an unpleasant dream that can cause a strong emotional response from the mind, typically fear but also despair, anxiety and great sadness. The dream may contain situations of discomfort, psychological or physical terror. Sufferers often awaken in a state of distress and may be unable to return to sleep for a small period.[2]".......
Wikipedia
The night, she mocks me
Promises of sleep that are to never be
The night has caged me
Forever to lay awake and think of what may be    
As soothing and loving as the moon can be
Her sister the night despises me
Truly they are polar opposites yet playing under the same starry sea
How cruel of night to not let me be
How angry of the moon I am for she does not stick up for me
Insomnia, gotta love it
No one will see me break
                        i break behind closed doors
No one will see my tears
                          i keep those locked away
No one will see my anxiety
                           i hide it well with a smile
No one will hear my words
                            i lace them so carefully
No one will ever know
             *but you have broken my defenses
                               and delved upon my soul
#muse #lover
I'm back!!! My page has been down! Sorry to any who have missed me!!!
No one will see me break
                        i break behind closed doors
No one will see my tears
                          i keep those locked away
No one will see my anxiety
                           i hide it well with a smile
No one will hear my words
                            i lace them so carefully
No one will ever know
             *but you have broken my defenses
                               and delved upon my soul
#muse #lover
I must say that today was a good day
I kept a smile on my face
but now it's night
Out come all the feelings I have tried to fight
Bombarding me with their essence
Clawing their way inside my head
Searching hard at my wall
Built around them, to keep me from my fall
Looking to find a breach
I must have one, for out some have leaked
the not good enough's, strong enough's, smart enough's, pretty enough's
for you
All my smiles vanish from the day
Gone like the suns rays
My insecurities flit about
Teaming my mind
Filling it with doubt
The crack must have become a crevice
A true breach in my defenses
For here I am laying in bed
*thinking how to just end
Insecurity is thine own worse enemy
Is it not enough............

            
you hold my world's desires

             *i've blossomed like a wildflower


           that the moon at us she smiles

       you have awakened my inner wiles

                             my heart beats for you

                      this ember burns true

         my body aches for your touch

                  of you I cannot get enough

*
Is that not enough to keep you....
can it please be enough........
#enough #keep #feelings
She let go
of the pain
the love

the lust
The Want

THE NEED

she let it all go

Numbness
Nothing
Is what has now invaded
Older one..
This is not me
I am not a girlie girl see
I don't like to write about
Rainbows, butterflies, roses and such
I enjoy the macabre
Death, destruction, blood, and pain
My muse is making it harder though
To write about what I truly know
Blood red nails raking backs
Reapers coming ******* you dry
Black hole heart's and obsidian souls
Graves dug deeper
Just to place you in so you cannot talk my secret keeper
These are the things I know
Now here I am...
Sunshine, unicorns, and **** rainbows
Heart's a flutter
Rose's are red, violets are blue
Oh dear me, now what to do
Someone slap the stupid out of me...
You are definitely not my type
Except for the dark hair and dark eyes  
You're eyes, intimidating as hell
At the same time they show kindness flowing from a bottomless well
Taller than me, but not by much
You're not body builder built
Instead built with a teddy bear touch
You act aloof, uncaring, so confusing
Then you turn around and make me smile, find life amusing
You know when to tell me to pull myself up
You know when I just need your touch
You take in stride my analytical ways
You haven't left, so far you've stayed
You call me a saint and you the devil's advocate
And I swear the line wasn't erased, you took it and smashed it    
But no, you're not my type at all
So I wonder why it is that I have started to fall
#notmytype #fall #?
How did this happen?
When did it start?
I wanted nothing but friendship from the start
But you were there and so was I
We were both drunk, and on freedom I was high
I knew after that first night it wouldn't be the same
But I steeled myself to not get involved yet again
I refused to talk to you first for so long
Then the next thing I know it's from morning till dark, till dusk until dawn
You said, don't get attached
******, I think that's when the feelings attacked
I tried hard to just be friends
Now I'm just so **** curious where we will end
No commitment yet has been made
In a way though it feels we've both staked claim
I cannot wait till we both get over ourselves
Maybe then, in each other we can delve
#fwb? #feelings #**** #spider'sweb
You are not there
You do not understand
"Of course I do! I feel the pain just as you!"
No, my friend, you are not there
You have not felt the ache to be free only to pay the price of abysmal loneliness.
You have not lost a love or your companion.
You have not pined after one and not have them pine back for you.
You have not experienced the heartache that never stops.
No, my dear friend.
You are not there
You do not understand.
She sits as she holds a paper thin hand
She hears the labored breathing
She tells the others it's near the end
No family to be there
No mournful wails
It's just the nurses and aids to offer care
Slowly the breathing sings the song of death
The grip on her hand becomes less and less
Finally the hand loses all strength
The room becomes quiet
No one dare breathes  
Sound returns of the bustling in the ward
The others leave letting her mourn
She did not get to save a life that day
Instead she helped a soul because she stayed.
She sits as she holds a paper thin hand
She hears the labored breathing
She tells the others it's near the end
No family to be there
No mournful wails
It's just the nurses and aids to offer care
Slowly the breathing sings the song of death
The grip on her hand becomes less and less
Finally the hand loses all strength
The room becomes quiet
No one dare breathes  
Sound returns of the bustling in the ward
The others leave letting her mourn
She did not get to save a life that day
Instead she helped a soul because she stayed.
In honor of nurses week..
The sound of the woodpecker pecking it's tree.
The sound of the wind flowing through the leaves.
The sight of butterflies taking flight.
Seeing the lizard taking in the last of the suns warm light.
The view of the mountains off in the distance.
They are said to be the oldest on this continent.
Mesas and platues continue this lanscape. The valleys and crevices below bring forth the beauty of this earth.
Helping us to see how great is our worth. Down in the valley, stands alone, an old oak tree.
Given to us for its beautiful changing colors to see.
Reflections of Autumn
"Who are you?
Where have you gone?"

"Whom of do you speak?"

"Her, that one."

"Oh, I have killed her
Set her soul free
She was too kind, too weak
Her once repressed soul
Now resides in me"


"Do you not like what you now see?"

"No, I want her back with me"

*"Too bad. She's gone
You never from her should have run
She gave herself to me then"
Let's go down the rabbit hole. The Cheshire Cat has killed her, set her new self free. Be wary of whom you turn from. They will never the same be.....
I know how
Trust me I do
No one will miss
One single part of you

It won't be with a knife
That'd just be messy
A gun is easy to trace
And I have more grace

Car's too simple
I don't think it'd hurt enough
No, for you it's something special
One you've never thought of

It'll be excruciatingly painful
I will smile the whole time
Erase you ever so slowly
A favorite game of mine

Your tongue will not work
As it lays helpless in your mouth
Unable to form words
Unable to scream or shout

Your nose I may leave
Alone for just a while
So my scent will assail you
Take away your guile

Your ears will stay
Continue to hear
your own muted pleas
As I finish my selfish needs

I will not need
to take your mind
You're already losing it
Never again to find

Your eyes
I can't wait to watch
As I finish you
*They will dim, turn off
A sliver of the moon peaks through the raging storm
A sign of foretelling, a sign of warn
The lightning brightens the sky
The earth rumbles in fear    
Rain crashes down like waterfalls into rivers
Wind thrashing at the trees
Making their limbs bend, bleed
Streetlights go out
Children are heard to shout  
Lightning flashes and a tornado is seen
It is November this should not be
Only in Oklahoma will in fall, you have spring
Wrote this last night during the spring like tornadic storms that were ripping across Oklahoma and east Texas. Only in the midwest....
May the moon soothe your lips where the sun has scorched them.
May the stars forever sing your lullaby
Fear, anxiety
Run through her veins
Unknown is the path laid before her
This road so hard
Many a mountain has she climbed
Only to see
The end is still not in sight
Hope is her companion
The only thing she can cling to
She stands in the face of adversity
Bends but does not break
The end so far away
She continues to fight her fight
Stronger everyday
Loneliness beckons
It is omnipresent
A deep ache in her soul
Knowing something is there
Her happily ever after
She trudges on
After each hit she takes
The end will come
She prays sooner than one thinks
A day where she doesn't have to be so strong
Where another can hold her in her stead
One day the will will not have to be strong. Until that day, keep on the path less worn...
The hold he still reigns
Fills her with terror
She thought herself free
Out of the cage
But finds still tethered
By the rope of past
Love is gone
Horror has replaced
Skeletons will come
Bony fingers searching
Coldness gripping
As she reruns her life
Mistakes blazing red
Cannot see past
Their light too blinding
Pulling into herself
She let's darkness come
Praying a light will come
Show her she is
Good enough
Smart enough
Pretty enough
Mother enough...

More than all,
MOTHER enough
Oh my God!
What have I done?
I've let him into what I've become
Will he see my soul
Splayed open and true
Will he see these words
And think them all true
May he believe they are old
And not about him
For my soul is splayed open
They are of him
This is one that is true macabre. It may offend some. But in lieu of Halloween...*

Tears fall like rain
Hidden behind black veils
the pungent stench of flowers and incense
Assail the church
Finger paintings and beloved toys
Lay haphazardly inside
"I miss you"
"Please wake up"
"Open your eyes"
The priest performs the final rite
Holy water in the sign of the cross
Hymns are sung
Silence now abounds
Broke by the wail of the mother
"Dear God let him open his eyes!"
Back at home she sits
Upon her child's bed
Clutching his pillow tight
Inhaling his scent
Then he appears
As healthy as before
But there is a gleam in his eyes
Joy turns to fear once more
He crawls into her lap
Looks up and smiles
"My eyes are open now mommy"
Only then does she look into his eyes
They are not the eyes of her child
Now a black abyss
And as he slits her throat
He gives one last childlike kiss
I write poetry to express myself
Line after line of my being splayed for the world to see
But today, today I cannot find the words
Today I seek the cadence of others
I seek hoping to find someone who feels like I do
Someone who can put down the letters that I am failing to do
Today I seek another's life splayed for all to see.
Owl
Owl
I have heard the call
Sounds of life after the burning sun has settled
It calls hauntingly
Coaxing me to believe

If I had only heard it once
No mind would I have paid
Instead it called thrice
Who shall go to grave

I am near fear
Not wanting to step outside
For when the call comes
Nowhere is there to hide

Large eyes and a boneless neck
It can see three sixty
Searching for whom
To place underground next

It is so loud this screech
I can hear it in my home
Fear trickles down my spine
Whom has Lilith come to see
I believe in the legend.....
The pain she feels
The physical pain
The scarring of the skin
Let's her know
she's alive

Her only escape
Away from this pain
Are her dreams
there she can fly

Her dreams are turning on her
No longer her safety
They have become nightmares
they come with a pain anew

No longer just physical
Now she's tormented
Emotional
Where her heart should be
an empty hole

No longer can she escape
Pain is ever constant
Tearing at her skin
tearing at her soul

Still she tries
to take comfort in the knowledge
She is still alive
No matter the intensity
When she *struggles to breathe
Set my soul at ease I beg..
She waits with bated breath
unable to take her eyes away  
From the phone that sits upon her desk

Such a little device that holds such might
Here upon this winter's night
To her, it is life or death of her heart to know what the answer brings
Waiting for that powerful flash of green  

Minutes have passed
Her phone sits there remaining black
She mentally kicks herself, she shouldn't the question have asked

Her phone goes off and flashes green  
Startling her out of her reverie
She is now stuck in a riptide of petrifying emotions
Her heart being pulled under the waves of the ocean

Five minutes have passed
The phone continues to flash
She cannot bear the answer to the question asked
Have we not all been there?
Pick me
    Pick me out of the throng of women
    The chaotic crowds
    This diamond in the rough

Choose me
     Choose me to lay beside you at night
     One whose demons need slayed
     Who will fight by your side

Love me
     Love me and you will see royalty in us
     I your queen, you my king
     Together we can rule this love

Pick me
      Choose me
                 *
*Love me...
Pieces of the heart
Pieces of the soul
Pieces of the ethereal body
gone
Given to some
Taken by many
Never to be returned
Never to again be whole
(I made a slight change. Hopefully it is better for it)
I have a pill for all your ailments
Let me tell you what they're for
Here's one for you stomach
You know, when the acid churns and makes your throat burn
Here's one for your dizziness
Yep, that vertigo, this will get rid of
Another for your mind
You see, you shouldn't your sanity have to find
And yet another, this one's for pain
This one will help you when it forever rains
But here's one that I know you need
This one here, yes this one
This one's for your heart
Unfortunately it can't mend it back to before it broke
It will just keep it...well.....
I do apologize, I know it's not what you want to hear
This one will keep it from stopping like you want
As a nurse, I see so many pills......
#makeitstop
Moonlight bathes the land
  Chandelier picturesque scene
Softly dance off ice
My view this late night/early morn
Mist comes off the pavement
As though waves from the ocean
Mother nature is trying hard to not weep
Upon this cold winter's eve
  
Unable to hold it in any longer
Mist turns to a fine rain
Wind starts to pick up
Rain drops now menacing, larger

Thunder starts it's rythmic beat
Lightning forks across the sky
Dancing not with the thunder
Yet in erratic silver streaks

Mother nature is not pleased
The heavens are open now
So much damage to come
Vengeance is hers to seek  

Thunder continues to pound its steady beat
Trying to have lightning dance along
But lightning is feral
Having its own rythym to keep

Damage done now
No true winners here
Mist comes again like waves
Mother nature done throwing her temper
I want my poetry to feel to you as such
That I have ripped out your heart
                                and on it I stomped
Broke it into
         a thousand  p     e 
                                 i   c  s
                                   e


Placed back in your hands while you stood
on knees shaking

Making you  f
                         a
                            l
                              l

 onto the ground
Begging God for lost love while
your weeps and screams

A     B    O    U   N   D

This may be very vain of me to say
If my poetry did not make you feel that way

*then I am no poet today
Wrote this one day after trying to explain why I write. It's not always this way, but misery does love company..don't get me wrong, I love to write and I love the relief it gives to just get it out. Took me a long time to want to share this one.
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