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Nov 2017 · 103
permanence
Lynne Nov 2017
if this life is not permanent
if nothing in this life is
real or worth much
why would i waste my time
chasing objects and mile markers
when in our lives
all that matter is how we feel
our emotion and our sensitivities
to each other and to ourselves
our own inner voices, (or are they really inside?)
screaming and singing to be heard.
ripping open our own hearts
and eyes to see what is really
under the masks of our own making.
why chase those masks that we wear
why not grip the feelings of love
and faithful compassion from the universe
or from our own inner gods and goddesses
why not reach out and grasp that
golden thread that we so desperately
search the world for
it's right there in front of our gaping
mouths.
waiting to be touched and embodied.
this is why we should chase our heart
for in this world
it is the only thing with sheer permanence.
Nov 2017 · 115
take it off
Lynne Nov 2017
wipe your makeup away
look at yourself in the mirror
what do you see behind
those circled eyes, black and
blue, colors of the sky
day and night -- you have
become the earth and you
embody all in it. you.
you have endured some
pain that not many people
have and yet you stand there
wiping away the mascara
wiping away the stain from
the act that punctured your
psyche and your flesh.
unwanted, unneeded, undeserved.
you decide your fate from here.
will you choose to let it mark you
or will you allow it to be wiped
off, taking the memory, the feeling
the death it caused inside you
and throw it into the abyss
of what will never be again
because you will come back
a thousand times stronger
than you ever were before.
Nov 2017 · 126
oct 15
Lynne Nov 2017
i have a new face.
it's painted with
white and red.
it has an expression
of blank resilience.
i want you
to look me in the face
and tell me
you love me,
even if it's fake
because i don't *******
care about you
or anything or
anyone.
even though i really do.
all of them are welled into
the bottom of me,
rolled up and curled
into tiny knots
of blackened rope
wet and slimy from the
earth's digestion.
i want you to love me
i really do.
but i'll act like i don't
because that's all i can do
all i can hope for right now.
loneliness is here.
Nov 2017 · 158
wanted
Lynne Nov 2017
logical love
isn't my forte
and neither is
the concept of
loving lightly.
when i choose you
you are the one
thing i will think
of every second
of every day
and even when
i'm selfish and leave
you, the chosen
will never leave
my mind, for years
and years to come.
until finally,
i've loved myself again.
and then, right after
i find another chosen
soul to fill the desire
to completely love
and passionately
dedicate my feelings
this act of service
this act of dedication
comes with a price
for my own sanity
sometimes risks itself
and the fear that creeps
into my bones when
commitments arise
have kept me from
really and truly
loving another

but now, you,
i didn't choose
for you followed me
and pursued and made
me feel, for the
first time in my life,
truly wanted.
someone who
believed in me
and in everything
i stand for and
stand against.
and someone who
saw things in me
i couldn't see before
and who loyally
displayed their heart
on the flannel sleeve
of my favorite red shirt.

you, never have i felt
this wanted by another
human and such an incredible
force of care and love
towards me, even in my darkest
hours of pain and depression.
you pull me into you
through mind and body
and shield me, even from myself.

you know me,
better than i think i know myself.
and knowing what you do
you see what i cannot
and you give me a sense
of security, understanding,
and support that i've never had.

trust in me, my darling,
that this partnership
will set the world aflame
for the two of us
can only bring light into
this darkening world.
Nov 2017 · 144
november
Lynne Nov 2017
my leo
my sun
hard to get away from
your charm
your bright light
that shines directly
into the most intimate
crevices of my being
you know me
in ways others don't
the dark sides
the sides that no one has
touched, reached for,
or even questioned
my most closed secrets
and my most passionate
ideas and desires
you ask.
you've always asked
always trusted me
always glanced in my
direction with a look
that is so full of romantic
impassioned love

loyal leo, my loyal leo.
i raise my eyes to you
blushing, extremely red
your favorite shade
of my cheeks pressed
close to you as we sat
on that cold evening
when we first told
each other we loved one another.
i was so afraid.
so i ran away from your arms
instead of into them as i should have
and now, almost a year has passsed
and i realize that my love
for you has not changed
though my body is not there
next to yours every morning.

now i lay there wishing
i could reach over and touch
that body, entity, that i learned
so well over the months we
spent teaching one another
giving our own selves
over to one another.
for you, you know that our  
paths were meant to cross
again and again and again
because we indeed
are meant to be together.

this time, i'm not running
except home to you.
Oct 2017 · 172
fear factor
Lynne Oct 2017
there is a lot of fear
in life and towards
the concept of death.
we fear for money
we fear for jobs
we fear for love
and family
and sustainability.
and we fear pain
breaking our bones
or breaking our hearts
this fear comes
and goes. sometimes
we hang onto it
longer than we should.

i feared for such a long time
but now, i feel void
of that fear.
let me crumple
let me break
let me feel the things
i need to feel
because the beauty
outweighs the fear
and the pain we feel
and see and give and take.

the light conquers the dark
only if you let it.
Lynne Oct 2017
I have felt this.
This sense of euphoria
from learning a new
skin, human, heart
the lines of your silhouette
freckles on your body,
the way someone smiles
or nervously looks away.
I’ve felt this.
So to say, “I’ve never felt
this way before”
Would be a disservice to you
Because truly, it’s not
even about having felt
this way, but more
about wanting to feel like
this for the rest of my life
with Only you.
Voila, there it is –
I’ve said the same words
to the same kinds of people
and yet, you feel different
Because my desire is to
keep this poetry you bring
from me and enshrine it
in Emerald and wild blue flowers.
Oct 2017 · 212
declaration
Lynne Oct 2017
my life changed the day i met you.
something in me bent
my heart twisted in a way
to look behind as you walked by
enthralled. enraptured. engulfed
by the oceans of your eyes.
never had i felt in such a way
and especially about someone
who was just like me.
the day i began to love you
changed my life forever.
for you were not who i imagined
when i was a child, dreaming
of my wedding day and of
my happy, white picket fence.
no, you weren't who i imagined
when i saw the disney movies,
the dramatic ballets with
hetero-normative plots
and the couples at my school
eating face in the hallways
and talking about *** behind
the bleachers and beer soaked
prom parties.

to say i ever felt like i fit
into this life of man and woman
would be a complete and utter lie.
i've never felt comfortable
with the idea of my life
being permanently attached
to someone of the opposite gender.
my friends were always women
i never found male celebrities
attractive, and even when all
the girl were discussing who
was cuter, i felt...
displaced.
but i continued into it
because i felt like i had to.
like it was life and there was
nothing i could do to alter it.

until i met you.
then my whole life changed.

you understood me in a way
that no man i've ever been with
could or ever will
you read me like a book
carefully, intensely, picking
apart ever word from my psyche
defining and crafting
you saw through me
you saw into me
you intimately knew me
even more than i knew myself.
and i couldn't handle it.
so i left you cold and alone
because that's all i knew.
in every relationship,
i only knew cold and alone.
because no one had been able to
set me alight like you did.
no man had been able to ignite
passions and desires and feelings
like you so easily did.
so in every relationship
i ended up the way i left you.

it's been dark for sometime
since the day i met you
i've still taken three years
to fully figure it out
and even so, i'm still learning
the deep intricate parts of my
own physical and spiritual being.
but you helped me to understand
you helped me to crack open
the bottle and let the wine begin to
flow down, down into my glass
that would and will be my life
from now on. you changed me.
for the better. for the worst.
and i will have your memory
married to my heart for the rest
of my time here on this earth.
you helped me to unlock
the key to my own happiness
that i was too blind to see
and for that, i can never thank you
enough. every day is still
a struggle to know what i did
to you and to know what i lost.
but i have to admit, that seeing you
happy actually brings me
peace. for if you can find
the love of your life in a reflection
of yourself,
so can i.
Oct 2017 · 480
ghost
Lynne Oct 2017
every time i have been
alone
it's completely my own
****** fault.
because i'm too afraid
to let someone in.
for a lifetime
of openness seems
as frightening
as staring off the edge of
a cliff, sharp rocky waters
below my heart.
i can't handle the idea
because i never really
let anyone in
and when i get close
my bones turn cold
and i am a ghost
even though i know
my love bleeds the same
blood as i do
i seem to prefer to be
an anamoly
slipping out of the sheets
on a dark night
leaving my lover
to suffer with my shadow.
Oct 2017 · 491
stay here
Lynne Oct 2017
it's sunday morning
i'm sitting at the table
you're still in bed
but i hear the alarm go
you'll be down soon.
i'm the morning person.
i've made you tea,
and myself some coffee
stirred in some honey
some toast
some jam
a few slices of fruit
the birds outside are
joyfully conversing
about their warm
restful evenings.
cars pass our home
and the sunlight
that reaches through
the window begs me
to stay in this infinite
paradise that is a life
with you, my darling
whoever you are
this figment of my
imagination
whom i dream of at the
earliest points of the
day, wishing and waiting
to spend a simple
sunday morning
with you.
listen to "stay here" by rhoda while you read
Oct 2017 · 859
Yellow
Lynne Oct 2017
there you were,
standing in your
yellow aura
and i blinked.
and all that was
left was this gold dust,
shimmering
and the ethereal
shadow of what
we could have been.

i loved you.
i still love you.
i always will.

the sunshine of your
smile will be imprinted
in the palette of my mind
as the softest and brightest
of daffodils.
your eyes will be
painted with
aureate flecks
and chocolate
and your hair a collective
shade of the deepest
parts of my soul, dark
and distinct against
the daylight
that collapses

                    to
         its
            
knees
when it reaches your cheeks.

I outline you in my heart
with the clearest acryllic
so as not to ever forget
your form and the
way that it nestled to mine.

You, my darling
are the color that I used
to despise the most,
because that color represents
a part of me I could
never understand and love
before I met you


my forever sunflower.
Sep 2017 · 276
Sunflower II
Lynne Sep 2017
the wheels of life
and the winds of change
led us to this place
where we lay
in the sun so bright, and
the fields so green
our lives mirrors of
reflecting light and love
and yet there was that
single moment, and yet
it happens many times,
where I think of you in your
most incredible hour of
gorgeous lemon and pigmented
indigo behind your head held high
and I think to myself,
"What could have been?"
And now I have glimpsed
into your copper eyes once more
and seen an angel and my
heart just completely soars again
down, down into the earth
where I feel rooted in what
was once your touch
setting my body on fire
and into a trance of complete
and utter happiness.
Your fingertips brushing back
my flaxen locks as we lay
in the sun by a river so cool
or the time when I leaned into
you as we listened to that band
M83...how I could relive it again
and again and again
the memory is burned into me
with a fondness that is surreal
for any relationship I've had
has always brought bitterness
and yet your laughter,
your charm, your intellect,
and your absolute love
has left me breathless
by sheer memory.
Now that I've heard the lyrical
tune of your honeyed tone
I can't but help to think:
could a flower bloom once more?
Sep 2017 · 558
25 in Seoul
Lynne Sep 2017
the clock ticks on
and the night lays
like a black sheet
over my head.
stars barely there
in the midst of dust
and light from the
massive skyscrapers
and flashing signals
of restaurants, bars,
smokey rooms, and
singing clubs with
***** stairs leading
the way to their
openings.

25 in Seoul.

25 years i have been
here on this earth
and this moment i'm
in feels as if it is truly
one i haven't lived
into yet
i'm struggling to breathe
clean air into my lungs
mentally i'm feeling
the most blocked
and unsure of myself
as i ever have before
and yet,
somehow and someway
i'm completely ok with this.
this quarter-life mark
this brand of a new generation
of self and self-renewal
is being burned into me
my mortality once again
staring me in the face
of course, i could die
tomorrow but i always
hope that's not the case...
and yet, here it is. 25.
right here, staring at me.
what do i do with you?
what do i do with this
life i've been given?
yet another year has passed
and i'm so different
and will continue to
become different
so what's the point then?
questions remain
unanswered as i lay
in solitude in my empty
bed in my empty room
with my empty mind
and empty hands.
what will 25 bring
and what will i bring
to 25?
hopefully a little less
emptiness
and hopefully
a whole lot of restoration
to the heart that i've
beaten black and blue
on the course
of self-destruction.

25 in Seoul.
Who would have ever known?
I open myself to change.
Sep 2017 · 144
the dress
Lynne Sep 2017
i finally deleted that
picture of myself
in a wedding dress.
it's been three years
since it was bought for
me and i only wore
it once in that dressing
room but i still had
the photos
of me so happy
that i had found
"the one"
i thought i had
found "the one"
and now, three years
later i am alone
and i want to cry
for the memory of that
moment of joy is so
fleeting and so
cold in the back
of my mind.
three years of stale
memories washed up
in the blinking eyes
tears falling from my
cheeks, dreams leaking
under the door of
closed possibility.

will i ever love again?
Sep 2017 · 222
to: M
Lynne Sep 2017
i know you're writing to me
but i can't bear to think
that you really gave me
a single one of your
precious thoughts.
for i am no longer the center
of your universal reach
nor will i be for a long time.
i made a vow to you
and i broke it into tiny
fragments of glass and
mirrored gemstones
all promises of a life i would
give you for an eternity
lies and more lies on top
of golden twisted lies.
and on top of those
false apologies and pleas.
i'm surprised you even
thought to have my name
cross your mind, for i
am not worthy to be on
your shores of soft sand
a sparkling ocean in your
eyes. you made me realize
my deepest fears and gave
me the most valuable lesson
to use things
and not people. for that,
i am eternally grateful
and for this separation i
wish i had the courage to
make a plea to the universe
but you are far from my grasp
and my loneliness now
is payment for the scarred
lips i left on your body.
forgiveness is not even something
i wish for any longer.
just eternal detachment from
this pain of seeing you
in a state of incredible joy
that is not coming from
my repaired and loving embrace.
Sep 2017 · 157
sunspot
Lynne Sep 2017
the way the sunlight hits
the empty space in my bed
warming the sheets
kissing my cheeks
how extremely serene
to have this detachment
without the influence
of a shadow in my bed.
Sep 2017 · 154
autumn
Lynne Sep 2017
there have been some I've broken.
promises on their empty
legs running out of doors
slamming shut behind.
when we walked in those
fields i thought i could nearly
taste eternity in your sweet
kiss and the sweat on your
brow looked like diamond
circling my finger in endless
golden patterns, swimming
further and further away
the swaying wheat caressing
my bare arms, while that sun
warmed and stroked my cheeks
and i knew you by heart
fully enraptured in everything
you were and are and now
i only hear the echoes of your
whisper on these warm summer nights
oh, how you used to hold me
close in those winter days
and yet, as autumn comes and those
leaves turn, i walk down the roads
of orange and burnt candy
and feel nothing but an empty
space in between my fingers
where someone's hand should be.
i do not cry for you anymore
but i cry for someone to hold my head
and tell me life is going to be ok.
will i ever feel as free in these fields?
or will my hands touch the skin
of another human and forever
turn away from any possible feeling,
for fear of those autumn leaves
bringing sadness and separation
yet again in their falling gold.
Sep 2017 · 83
light
Lynne Sep 2017
you are a glorious
beam of light
that roams through
this world.
though you are singular
and small among
these 7 billion people
you are significant.
no matter what happens
you are important
to someone,
somewhere.
and when you feel that sense
of disenchantment
with the world and all those in it
recall that you
are a glorious
beam of light.
Sep 2017 · 560
healing
Lynne Sep 2017
the more i'm alone,
the better i like myself.
it's like i constantly
must look into a mirror
and identify every curve
every blemish
every scar
every piece of myself
that i used to despise.
and even mentally
the loneliness and solitude
is like someone who is constantly
bandaging and tending
to the bruises and cuts
in my mind.
the more i'm alone,
my confidence and love of life
flourishes.
every person should find their
solitude
and relish in its absolute.
Sep 2017 · 189
undo
Lynne Sep 2017
unravel my bandages
unroll my scarves
the ones that cover my scars
carefully, unstitch me.
piece by piece, undo
all that has been done.
help me lose my mind.
for the feeling of craze
is something, indeed..
i crave.
Aug 2017 · 244
just an observation
Lynne Aug 2017
unrequited love
should've been my middle name
for the amount of times
I have loved without being
loved back
Feels, intensely like
the amount of times
the sun has come up for
25 years.
Aug 2017 · 451
remember
Lynne Aug 2017
remember where you are.
whether you are riding
the subway at night.
or walking the cold
streets of a place
you once called home
remember where you are.

look around
whether you are sitting peacefully
in a corner cafe with your favorite
book or human being.
or listening to music
as you plan for work after
a long day of using energy
to teach the ones you love the most.
remember where you are.

feel your surroundings.
whether you are eating alone
or among hundreds of strangers.
or if you're crying in your bed
or laying on the floor
wondering if life is just passing.
remember where you are.

inhale your own existence.
whether you are holding
your breath, waiting for love.
or typing away on your laptop
waiting for some miracle job
or miracle opportunity
or standing in line at the grocery store
or leaning against your love
listening to the band play your favorite song.

whether you are reminiscing
whether you are in the moment
remember where you are
and be at rest knowing
you are there.
Aug 2017 · 291
truth
Lynne Aug 2017
honesty is the best policy
and honesty has been
hard to come by.
for some odd reason
truth is sought out
by only those who weep
and those who constantly
grace the world with smiles
end up the most dishonest
of all.

For life, as I've learned
is a balancing game
of crying deep into the night
and laughing pain away.
those who believe life is
all good and no pain
truly are the most dishonest.
and now, that I've finally
rested my eyes and opened
my heart to what the world is
the truth has truly set me free.
life is balance
and fervor of regret and regeneration
the bad creates the good
and the sadness pulls through
to happiness and strength
only with eyes wide shut
do we reach our golden
edge.
Aug 2017 · 291
Rain
Lynne Aug 2017
grey skies
with cool water
crying from the
soft faces above
how beautiful
to run through
puddles
soaked shoes
and dark hair
how beautiful
to see the sun
shine beyond the
mountains and
mountainous buildings
glowing effortlessly
in the evenings
and bustling with life
during all hours.
only quiet in the very
early (or late) hours
of the starting day.
oh, my soul.
torn and tired
but full of life
full of music
full of hope
for a life complete with
self satisfaction
and love
for each human
and each cell in
my own body.
when it rains
it pours.
in love and in tragedy.
embrace the art
around you
dark or light.
happiness or sadness
for the rain is a cleanser
and a sign of change
growth
and refreshing life.
Aug 2017 · 350
july (later)
Lynne Aug 2017
****** from the start
im still affected by you.
because even after the sickly
sin of creating a web of lies
and of deceit.
i fell in love with you
and then i broke you.
and you in turn
shattered my heart.
burning a thousand words
deep into my skin
entering the flame
of your shadow over me
called to enter into you
by this flame
by this fire
forever licking my wounds
and creating deeper impressions
of sickening wonder and
caustic desires that will bring nothing.
for you, my eternal
I can n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ forgive myself.
Inspired by "fire of the ancient heart" from considering Matthew Shepard
Aug 2017 · 238
blossom
Lynne Aug 2017
from birth, we are nothing
we grow
we change
we become something
and yes,
you're gonna be somebody
but maybe that somebody
is someone you
never thought you
would know
or that you would like
but you have no choice
but to step into the sun
and blossom into being.
Aug 2017 · 182
apathy
Lynne Aug 2017
courageous heart
but absent minded
empty head
free of logic
or true feeling
a blank slate
roaming the streets
burning with a desire
but not sure what it is
hiding from the places
where palms touch
because it feels too shallow
not ready, you're not ready
if you only had a brain
and not just a bleeding heart
pumping full of aching
and of a dreary reminiscence
the taste on your tongue
is metallic and nauseating
you desire to throw
it all away.
how good that would be.
Aug 2017 · 202
Inescapable
Lynne Aug 2017
It lingers
Your fingers
On my breast
You reach in
gripping me
and you tug
furiously, my
beating *****
pulling me out
bleeding indefinitely
for no matter what i do
no matter how
many times i try
no matter how
many times i lie
no matter how
many times i cry

You
Are
Inescapable
Jul 2017 · 265
seep
Lynne Jul 2017
there you are
leaking in

a toxic figure
glued to the inside
of my shallow

mind
a crucifix
with your arms outstretched
you try to find a way in

sinking
but i won't give in
for you have been
before
and are unwelcome

clawing
you try to
get inside
and live

but i won't have
you
i won't

for you
are nothing

and i am everything.
Jul 2017 · 286
stars (mirror set no. 3)
Lynne Jul 2017
stardust is where we began
and to where we return
souls outstretched
to grab that golden thread
we find ourselves
looking up for an answer
and yet that answer
lies within ourselves.
for we are as numerous as they are
and as exalted as they have been
our souls as inconceivable
our sprits as infinite as they
and though we lay
on this hallowed ground
our bodies desire to push outward
it is our choice
to be free
and our choice to love who we must
our freedom to glisten
as our burning, passionate counterparts
for when you look into someone else
don't you see the universe looking back?
Jul 2017 · 309
hookah
Lynne Jul 2017
inhale smoke
exhale divinity
your body
close to mine
jewel tones
candlelight flickering
in our eyes.
music tugging on our
heartstrings
liquorice lips
and lime flavored *****
twisting into me
your delicate soul
resting on my shoulder
praying for a lifetime
of gracious smiles
and aquamarine eyes
Jul 2017 · 383
ocean (mirror set no. 2)
Lynne Jul 2017
freshly scrubbed
from the sand on your banks
salty lips tasting the pink tulip
divinity. the highest form
of vastness and unbelievable
strength and power
over me
your waves undulating
pulling
pushing
caressing
giving everything you have
never still
but always mimicking the way
that they touch my hair.
I look into you and see
myself reflected
an ever flowing
incredibly deep place
hidden gems
and dangerous feelings
the ability to carry
and the ability to drown..
but your mastery of this beautiful game
is pulled up from the depths
and rests in azure eyes.
Jul 2017 · 212
7/7
Lynne Jul 2017
7/7
give me a moment
to shake myself
for this reality
feels like a dream
i feel drunk as i adore
your body, slowly
the spaces between
our flesh nothing
compared to the depth
of our conversation
deep into the night
waiting for the right moment
for our stories to collide
and meld into one
bewilderment
that you were there
in my arms all night.
Jul 2017 · 214
stains
Lynne Jul 2017
Coffee
rings on papers
covered in prose.
your face reflected in
the stroke of my pen.

...

I guess this is moving on.
your smirk sinking
into a face of depression.
slowly disappearing
suffocating in my completeness
your whimper falls on deaf ears
for unlike my old self
I no longer need your validation.
Jul 2017 · 291
come away
Lynne Jul 2017
this desire inside my bones
is deeply ingrained.
it fills my body with urges
of experiencing life with someone
else who is not just me.
myself. and i.
so i wish for you to come
away with me.
whoever you are.
that shadow clinging
to the fingertips that meet
with the rays of sunshine
blinding and beautiful.
you, whoever, that ghost
knee high in yellow grass
beckoning me with your sweetness
smiling in the rays
encouraging me to pursue the light
that i so wish to see shine on earth.
pushing me to speak goodness
and kiss each moment with grace
adoration and grateful heart.
come away with me
my darling.
let us see the world
in all of its splendor and tragedy.
Jul 2017 · 201
mountain (mirror set no. 1)
Lynne Jul 2017
jagged edges
craggy rocks
lush greenery
warm heart
Conquering you
conquering me
an endless cycle
push and pull
encountering adversity
and tearing at my walls
dreaming of the days
when my mind will be free
of the chains of oppression
and of self depreciation.
everyday I climb
and sweat out the toxic past
I get a little closer
to the freedom you possess
and the openness
and safety and adventure
you provide
everyday
I get closer
to mirroring you.
Jul 2017 · 249
sparrow
Lynne Jul 2017
I am not forgotten
the universe holds me close
every beautiful
and ugly part of me
is held to the breast
of my god.
trusting in the plan
whatever it may be
or the ebb and flow
of this universal walk
of life and death.
being gracious
and kind
and loving constantly
the ones who need it the most
is the way I shall pray.
through goodness
and mercy
and generous heart.
sparrow, song bird
of the north and south.
and I am not forgotten
for love always finds a way.
inspired by "Not One Sparrow is Forgotten"
Jul 2017 · 214
when you left
Lynne Jul 2017
I dreamed of lace
again I said
I dreamed of you
away you led

My arm so warm
and wrapped so tight
until we came
to that fateful night

To my knees I fell
upon that cursed ground
you stood over me
not making a sound.

Hands on my shoulders
your body pressed in
and Fire you spit
telling me of awful sins.

so deeper I sank
into that place so dark
until I finally heard
the singing of my lark

My lark so beautiful
and so kind and so smart
they became my everything
Every piece of my heart.

so now I lay
in my heart above
and I dream of nothing
except a life full of love.
Jun 2017 · 197
full moon
Lynne Jun 2017
tomorrow
tonight
only in space
do we behold
the glory that is
the moon.
singular
solid
sensual
rounded in the right places
cool and collected
with a demeanor like
no other human on earth
smile twisting
small corners of her lip
as she glows over the perfect
city where no one sleeps
she is their captain
their crusader
their goddess of night
darkness dripping
like gold from her icy fingers
slipping and sliding
gently over the rocky mountains
caressing each crevice
where her beauty can shine
inside the trees, she glistens
reflected in every animals eyes
viscerally.
intentionally creating craze
between every force of nature.
her time is now.
she is a beauty to behold.
Jun 2017 · 419
watercolor
Lynne Jun 2017
in the darkest corner
of the darkest room
i sat in stillness
blending thoughts
of an aching memory
of your fine hair
and jasmine flowers
curled into your cupid's bow.
highlighting the small lip
and overpowering
and overshadowing
everyone with your glorious
light.
but now, you've become a faint mark
like watercolor, which has truly
begun to run.
the stark lines of your jawline
have become softer, and easier
to mold and meld into something new.
the sharp coldness of your blue gaze
has become more subdued
because you are so far from me
in body and in mind.
your happiness is something i desire
and yet, something i cannot bare to see.
for even in my stillness
your image moves me and pushes me
towards the edge of my capability.
but i love you so.
and i do believe i always will.
to the end of my time on this earth
that golden band,
which i wished and still wish to bestow
will never fade like those running colors
of our glorious and torturous memories.
Jun 2017 · 196
flicker
Lynne Jun 2017
i stand in the center of myeongdong
light, bright
neons with flashing
chatter
korean faces surround me
occasional others
singular and different
i stand out
but i fear not.

i have a tea in my hand
egg bun in the other
feeling like i'm in a movie
and i am surrounded by people
who i've just met
and yet, who i know i will love.

and as the lights flicker
around and above me
i look at my hand,
empty now without the egg bun
(clearly it's been shoved in my mouth)
and i realize there is still marker
from work, dots and lines
of black and red
from teaching children

and happiness floods
my small world.
i don't know who i am
but i like it.
Jun 2017 · 196
habit
Lynne Jun 2017
smoking cigarettes
kissing hands
drinking *****
caressing curves
getting high
opening your thighs

drinking, smoking, *******
crude
and not true

indulging, socializing, making love
beautiful
and honest

your mouth is delicate
and delectable
to taste you again
ah, what bliss

and that flower that opens under
the tent of white sheets
sweetly calling me in my dreams
it cannot help itself
but to call out to be touched once more

and that glass of wine,
the way it hits your lips is divine
red, coloring your mouth
flushed in your cheeks
just like when I place my mouth
upon your body
teasing that thing which cannot be said
but merely alluded to.

we paint with our bodies
high on the ecstasy of ***
and marijuana
and of wine
and of love
and of lust
and that habitual and animalistic
passion
that runs through our veins
connected
red
red
red
red

you
my habit that i cannot kick
the addiction that sits on my hip
my muse
my light
my goddess of sun
Jun 2017 · 160
share the sky
Lynne Jun 2017
two suns and one moon
happy and blissful
ignoring the tragedy of life
of the world
high above, and perfect.
the moon
sighs deeply, across the ocean --
no longer with a jealous breath
but simply because she knows
and accepts
her fate
to never share the sky
with the one she loves
Jun 2017 · 237
i feel
Lynne Jun 2017
disturbed.
i feel broken
my spirit on the edge
of that rocky cliff
looking down into
what is seemingly
the end.
and yet
when i jump
i forget i have wings
and from the depth
i soar.
Jun 2017 · 186
nightmare
Lynne Jun 2017
Night terrors
I experienced for the first time
something
sitting on my chest
I'm unable to breathe as a figure
changes from beautiful
to horrid monster
I run through an empty house
no furniture
just walls and carpet
dark and it is nightfall
I can't run fast
and I feel something following me
creeping slowly towards me
I run to my room,
safety with one lamp
and a bed
but I am not alone
I lay next to someone
and try to wake them
but they are not real
and they too
turn to a ghastly figure
of frightening face
and black aura.
I am trapped in a place
I cannot escape.
I finally free myself from my sleep
and find I wasn't breathing
it is morning.
I am alive and in my room
I am not in Texas
but I am free.
Why was I so terrified
and why
when I drifted back to sleep
did I still sit in this tormented
demented
dark
memory?
It is the first nightmare
I have had in a long time
and I know why.
May 2017 · 210
Places
Lynne May 2017
You are like the Texas Sunset
golden
with the glow of summer
kissing your cheeks
and the multicolored expanse
streaked with azure and indigo
reflecting in your wide eyes.

You are like the Florida morning
after a nightly rainstorm
tangerine clouds wafting
through the sky
and your touch, as soft as the dew
that sticks to the magnolia leaves
jasmine flooding my senses
you're skin sweet as that pure flower

You are like Vancouver's summers
Mild and cool with expansive arms
stretched out to hug the coast
mountainous in your love
wrapping around the city, the people,
Me.

You are like Czech Republic's churches
Artful
stained glass, fragmented emotions
echoing, haunting melodies
of times passed and times to come
never empty but always
open and inviting.

You are like South Africa's oceans
aquamarine, calm
as I stare over the cliff
I see your eyes in the waves below me
ever changing but still
the same ecosystem, swimming below
the sea spray, salt on my lips
for you to taste

You are like Ireland's rolling hills
I thought of you
and I rolling down them
hands clasped, a cladagh ring falling from
my pocket, to give you on your hand
emerald is that memory
of the dream that I wished to have.

You, my darling, are like South Korea's beauty
natural and also built
you wake up and walk out and just be
nothing is needed
And the temple steps I walk to
up and up to reach the shrine
I pray for our embrace again
tears mirroring the small fountains
meant for cleansing and refreshment
Your presence as full as my heart
as I bow to the Buddha
your mantra of love, singing in my ear.

In all the places I've been
so I have found you.
May 2017 · 482
empty time
Lynne May 2017
He asked her
on the porch:
"Will you fall in love when you're there?"

Not a second.
Not a beat later.































"No."












Silence followed.
He smiled.
Seemingly a small change to her
was a large change to him.
He confronted her
hungry to know the answer


"Well...you know..."
Her voices trails off.
the "No" echoes in her mind.





She already fell in love
with Her
and herself
she wanted to wait
patiently
for the sun to appear over the horizon,
as the moon was still bathing the wine soaked pavement

someday.
May 2017 · 205
Liar
Lynne May 2017
i am a liar.
i have lied.

Why do people lie?
protect, preserve
fear of judgement
for stupidity
what else could be so important..?

but how can you stop being a liar
and start being a truth bearer?

especially when everyone you lied to
is now so accustomed to you
and your golden tongue.

when can you truly tell them
that you are no longer that
for they will never believe you
fully in their armored minds...
so you have to ask, what's the point?

but really
the question is: who?

who can you stop for?
who can you think of
every time you are about to spin
the golden thread that
turns to ash over time?

you know who.
you stop for her.
and you stop for yourself.
and you stop for the two of you.
because losing her
was never worth the extravagant elegance
of white lies wrapped in silver cloth
or of the cheating nights and empty promises
it was never worth you having your vegan cake
and eating it too
and eating every heart you came into contact with
as if their innocent blood
fed your will to live and to thrive
for indeed, at one point, it did.

the innocence and the infatuation felt good
in multiple doses
sticking that rusty needle into your skin
caked in the sadness of many before
and your eyes wandering in euphoria
at the attention you felt you deserved.
flaunting your aura,
you were full of ****.

and she deserves more than your shell
of a woman you once were.

It's too late, darling.
The truth in you now is not worth your weight in gold.
May 2017 · 203
Lost
Lynne May 2017
Too little, too late
You've changed
And the world has moved on.

The direction of your life
is a different direction
from the love that you desired
to taste

Crisp as the apple
Sickly sweet but bitter finish
Fruit becoming wine
Nectar of the inevitable stares
The inevitable smirk
Slow eye contact and heart palpitations

My stomach sinks and my heart races
All day I had felt this burning
And now all night
I hoped you to never leave the floor
Which was covered in memories --
Love
Love
Love

I never wanted the night to end
But the clock kept ticking
An expiration on our escapade
An expiration of our speech without movement
Simple, somber eyes locking and unlocking
The keys to those barred doors
Banging to get in
Or get out
Slipping along the wall, sobbing to a seat

When the Last drop of wine fell onto the floor
And the night winded away
I kept looking around
Hoping for an answer to my pressing
But the only answer lay in your palm
Holding me up
Forever your hand upon my back
Encouraging
But invisible and warm
Your life sinking into mine and my tears
always becoming the ocean that sways
and passes and opens comfort and security
Wide and dark and the essence of you
Serene and stable but everflowing
Your eyes mirroring the surf that touches my hand
Sitting
Thousands of words sprinkled in the sand
Your name written in the type of deep wounds that fill with water and salt to wash away what was.
But I return and re-write you in those memories
and I press my body against the earth and I breathe you in and your face appears over me.
Inhaling your existence, I taste the wine on your mouth
And suddenly I'm back. Retreating from your gaze
Back on the porch. Back with everyone. But so lost in you.

And though I have changed,
The world has moved on.
May 2017 · 185
life moves
Lynne May 2017
i'm making a promise
this one i hope to keep
to learn to truly love myself
and to finally make the leap

true happiness takes courage
real *****, you know
so i'm truly taking a step
and just getting up to go

run, walk, jump
but never hide
out and free and wild and me
with, me, myself, at my side
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