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264 · Aug 2017
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.
260 · Jul 2017
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"
258 · Aug 2017
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.
250 · Jun 2017
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.
247 · Mar 2017
Delicate
Lynne Mar 2017
I am open
to hear you
and to feel you
but so closed
to those feelings
that I wanted to hold
and embrace
and touch.
I can't, for it is no
longer matter
but just memory.

And now, here,
I feel it for the first time.
Again, and again.
This time to Korea I go
and he says
I'll leave you if you go.
Not exactly
but exactly.

Just like he did with Texas
if you leave I will go.
And he did.

And now it happens again
Forever in a turbine
of ultimatum.

Delicate, you sigh.
Shaking your head
at my despair
touching the open wound
healing it with your fingertips
and I cry.

Sobbing to the tune
of your melodic gaze
minor and soft
delicately wounded.

Gone again.
Bliss.
246 · Jul 2017
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.
246 · Sep 2017
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.
243 · Mar 2017
Wanderblood
Lynne Mar 2017
You don't understand me
You don't understand
my wandering love
My desire to adore the earth
to seek all truth
all music and all humans
You don't understand me.
You never have.
Even though I thought you did.
For a split moment, I thought
maybe this was IT.
But AGAIN, I was wrong.

Because simply
You don't get it. You don't get me.

So far, in my life
Only one soul
has understood
me.

Radiant as the stars in the sky
blushing in the roses
clear as crystal – blue oceans in the mind.
Only one.
Lost to the sounds of the outside.
Lost to me in more ways than one.

But it's ok
It's alright.

Because what is meant to be
Will.

And here I go, jumping into the depths
once again.
On a new adventure
Because THAT is who I am.
And you don't get it.
And that's ok.
You don't need to.
I don't need you.

I only need me.

You don't get it.
You will never get it.
Only she will.
238 · Apr 2018
cycle
Lynne Apr 2018
forever is such a long time
and such a useless word.
overused, rather.
god i hate it.

this pit
in my stomach i get.
i feel disturbed,
disgusted
confused
depressed
undone from inside out.

i want you
i want someone else
i want myself
i want no one
never
ending
cycle.

it's like i'm trapped in some kind of headspace
where i want to be good
but i'm just useless
and inherently bad.
i'm always the problem
never the solution
always the victim
never the victor
change is so hard to come by
in myself and in others
why do i think someone else will change
if i, myself, can't change at all?
237 · Mar 2017
the beginning
Lynne Mar 2017
is always the sweetest.
because you only see the surface.
never will I do that again.
staying in sweetness.
allowing my mind to be clouded
enough is enough.
will I ever learn?
I think this year, it is the time.
235 · Jul 2017
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.
233 · Oct 2017
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.
232 · Feb 2023
origami
Lynne Feb 2023
Struggling to fold
My purple swan
You held my hands
Helped me to crease
I could feel
The corners
pressing my own heart
Into a piece of paper art
Brushing fingertips
Accidentally
As I turned to return
My breath caught
As your hand traveled
down, down, down
I asked my mother
Do you think it means
something?
No pressure
No expectation
I breathe
Just simply feeling
A magnetism
Pulling us towards
The dance floor
Red headphones
Two left feet for me
To be remedied
Days later with a simple lesson
Partnered up
Your laughter flirting with mine
Stealing moments, a smile
A wink, a kiss on the cheek
Not to worry, it’s just the way
A mere greeting
Maybe something more
Locked away, laughing, sneaking
Adrenaline rushing
Laced with tension and heat
Desire for a body against body
And to know more
Singing together
Cologne still on my cheek
Come what may,
I feel more alive in love
than ever before
and the gratitude
That rests inside my heart
Mirrors the smile
That I have now
Writing for this for you.
228 · Jul 2017
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.
227 · May 2017
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.
227 · Aug 2017
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.
226 · May 2017
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.
221 · Jun 2017
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.
221 · Jun 2017
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.
219 · Feb 2019
once again
Lynne Feb 2019
why is love so complex
why can't it be freeing
in the way i dream
in the way i see
for love shouldn't be so hard
and yet
i can never seem to get it right
it must be me
i must be the problem.
what is it about myself
that i hate so much that
i would be willing to destroy myself
disrespect myself and others
what is it...
blood under the fingernails
sour breath of death
i haven't the slightest clue
but i just want to be happy.
is that such a difficult thing to ask?
216 · Jul 2017
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.
215 · May 2017
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.
215 · Aug 2017
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
212 · Nov 2018
and so it goes
Lynne Nov 2018
the piano plays, darkly
warm sound pulling at
my heart
and in that heart, is a sanctuary
safe and strong
it heals those wounds of lovers past
until a new one comes along

but i speak to you
with cautious tone
and yet, i've already said too much
done too much
loved too much
but so it goes...
and so will you soon, i suppose.

every time i've held a rose
i've only felt those thorns
but the ***** of pain
that comes from love so sweet
is worth the ache that i gain

if my silence of love
and emptiness of breath i take
makes you turn to leave
then that would(n't) be my worst mistake

and it so it goes,
but you're the only one who truly knows.
truly knows the love i give
truly know the life i live

and this is why, i close my eyes
it's better because of what i've seen
and so it goes, and so it goes.

"so i would choose to be with you
that's if the choice were mine to make
but you can make decisions too
and you can have this heart to break"
inspired by billy joel's "and so it goes"
211 · Oct 2018
step back
Lynne Oct 2018
the definition of insanity
is to do the same thing
over and over again
but to expect different results.
so.
sit back.
don't do anything.
let it happen.
stop controlling.
let it go.
breathe.
think.
sleep.
dream.
for,
you are a sparrow
and if you love something
you must set it free
fly high,
I'll be patient.
Because I've never done this before
ignore,
relax,
let go.
for once,
I'm not going to be insane.
I'll simply step back
and watch it grow.
210 · Apr 2018
meMory
Lynne Apr 2018
I like to live in your memory.
I fall asleep sometimes
with you on my mind.
I try to imagine
what life would have been
had you been the center
of my whole world.
I try to imagine what life
could have been
had I been kinder,
more honest,
and more compassionate,
understanding.

I feel like there are so many
missed opportunities
so many songs I failed
to sing to you.
so many poems I failed
to share with you.
I feel like there are so many
so many moments
I would have loved
for you to share with me.
And yet, here we are.
Worlds apart.
in relationships.
committed to our own dreams
and lives that we never thought
would be before us.
funny how that works...
the unexpected is the epitome of life.

I like to live in specific memories
times of car rides, loud music
times of early mornings
coffee, beaches, cafes
I like to live in times of RuPaul's Drag Race in bed
and times of sleeping back to back
and times of holding one another
crying at the inevitable.
I like living in times of art museum walks
and dinners in Minneapolis
and too much wine by a fireplace
making a fool out of myself
being held under a blanket.
I like to live in times
where I could be enveloped by your fragrance
intoxicating then and upsetting for me now
I like living in times where we were friends
where we were more than friends
and then back to friends
and in this crazy cloud of confusion
before I made the choices to hurt you.
I miss our conversation
our friendship, our love both important.
so I live there often.
Hoping somehow something may change
but knowing that my dreaming is
just that.
But I'll live here for a while
in this hollowing memory of you.
and just
hope
i guess.
208 · Sep 2017
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.
208 · Jun 2017
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
204 · Feb 2023
grandpa
Lynne Feb 2023
Tears in your eyes
As you tell the story
Of rocking me to sleep
Mozart
Bach
Brahms
Midnights in January
Fussy cries subdued
By the New York philharmonic
Or the Boston pops
Depending on the season
Late night shifts
Robert frost open
On your lap
Sharing stories
I couldn’t yet grasp
And yet now
Are ones that I carry inside
My heart
Take the road less traveled
It’s always there
Lying before me
Like the countless hours
And moments together
That I cannot even recall
My luck to have a father like you
Is greater than
A four leaf clover
A horseshoe overflowing
With daisies
A rabbits foot
I’m not sure what life I lived
But I’m glad in this one
You are dad.
202 · Dec 2017
changed
Lynne Dec 2017
i hope
to always be grateful
in everything i do.

there is a feeling
of tender bite
when you don't get your
way or what you might
have expected out of life.
but i hope
even with those failures
aplenty
i will remain humble
and loyal to my call
for compassion and
light in this life of mine.

i feel
the past six months have
changed my very face
even of everything i believe
and all i stand for.
my eyes blink differently
and my face is sharper
with more lines
from smiling and worry
even my eyes have sunk
deeper into my skull
making me look almost hollow
and yet some days i am almost
golden in color
depression stuck around my neck
like a loose noose.
anxiety making my fingertips
quiver and my lips bleed
from dreaming in the night
flashes of life that i left
life that will never be
and life that can be if only
i would set the world right.

most of all though
the change comes in
honesty and open heart
with the sun riding
on my shoulder
even in the deepest night
with that light,
i cannot be extinguished
and my hope for the world
will continue to blossom
into the very flowers
bluebells
that line the roadways
to my beautiful texas home.

yearning for that open sky
i close my eyes and
there is a vastness of blue
that consumes my very being
changing into white light
and freedom from my negative
strife and uncomfortable
disposition.
for no longer am i attached to this world.
i am a vessel
and this great and terrible beauty
that i am
becomes a figure of peace
and calmness in the center
of hell itself.
201 · Jun 2017
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.
200 · Oct 2017
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.
199 · Jan 2018
mi amor
Lynne Jan 2018
eyes open
light streaming in
through slits
in the blinds.
it is grey
but my body is warm.
i turn
towards your back
which is caramel
and softer than cashmere
olive oil and spice
maybe cedar bark
my fingertips across your shoulders
ivory and blush
against your canvas.
you breathe in, gently
breathe out, exhaling your dreams.
you turn
towards me now
your angular jaw
sinking into the pillow
with your copper beard
nuzzling into me.
eyebrows furrowed
eyelashes long and thick
two freckles i notice
one above your left eye
one below your right
your peaceful look filling my heart
with an incredible amount
of affection and love.
across your cheek, i touch
wanting so desperately
to know your hopes
dreams, wishes, fears
as you run in your mind
away from this room
where i lay with you.
this moment
these moments
i shall i love them
and you
forever.
199 · May 2017
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
192 · Jun 2018
art
Lynne Jun 2018
art
there is such calmness
such stability
in your gaze
oil on canvas
framed by tortoiseshell
a palette of aquamarine
flecked with emerald
glossed and captured
in the beautiful light.

glances, so quick
I want to look longer
and memorize
the art that you are
and even deeper than
those brushstrokes
that masterfully brought
you to life
there is an intense meaning,
a vision of humanity
that I have not observed
in any other being.

so I hope that I can continue
to know you and
not only admire you
but also deeply understand
what a beautiful soul
you have sculpted
marble and gold
within yourself
187 · Oct 2018
depression
Lynne Oct 2018
you stood over me
last night.
i felt you in my room
watching
waiting, believing me
into existence
when i woke up,
at midnight
all the lights were still on
and i was holding myself
so tightly, that i thought
it was the embrace of someone else
and this sickness washed over me
and i waited, staring at the ceiling
looking for an answer
in the popcorn constellations.
i found nothing,
so i stood up and removed the lights
blew out the candles
and laid back down...
your hand brushed my face
ice against fire
and i felt you enter my heart
like an old friend, an old flame
and i allowed you in.
closing my eyes, i saw you
pressing yourself against me
where you've wanted to be all these years
but i cannot allow you to be there
i cannot allow you to feel my pulse
so i push you away and
gravity no longer exists
and you fall into the space
around my bed
nothing to tether you
nothing to hold
just empty
vastness.
a place where you belong.
187 · Jul 2018
this is gospel
Lynne Jul 2018
should have screamed it
from the moment
i began to search
for the answers
to life's questions.

tried to find meaning
in the relationships
i formed
and therefore
sought meaning in
myself

but the gospel
the truth is
no one holds the key
to your heart
nor do they hold
the answers to your soul

the truth is
inside you all along
but you have to let go
to find it
so, if you love me, let me go.
187 · Oct 2018
sober
Lynne Oct 2018
[now that i'm sober
i take back what i said
i'm sitting with this love hangover]
and ****, it's hurting my head.
every time, i get drunk
on these feelings
wine, whining for you to let me in
i regret the moments that follow
where i wake up, my left eye
pounding so hard
from where it feels like a black eye should be
because that's what was there
before, you.
and **** it, to back peddle into a puddle
of rain and mud and blood
feels too much like these exercises i've done before
where i'm learning again and again
that i'm some kind of *****
who can't be trusted with my own mind
or heart, rather.
because my mind is solid, but
my heart is the issue, on my sleeve
constantly aching and working and feeling
looking to find that one
that has been in my mind for so long.
the ideal.
the idea.
but what is really missing here?
ah, I see it again.
I am.
I think I won't drink this poison anymore
and instead,
just relax into the life that I've needed to relax into.
I think I'll sit for once
and not stand up
because it has become too difficult
to stand in these heels.
I think I'll rest.
Quiet now, you restless soul.
bottle is on the floor,
let it roll.
185 · Nov 2019
when you're not sad
Lynne Nov 2019
when you're not sad
is it because you're so blinded
by being so busy
and being so involved
that you cannot see what truly torments you?
are you so absorbed into others
that you forget yourself
and come to find that your heart
is actually bleeding badly?
what do you do with that
cover with more things
or alcohol or love or ***
or jesus christ?
what really solves it?
but solitude and time to feel
but how to gain that solitude
when you're never alone?
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.
182 · Apr 2018
villain
Lynne Apr 2018
i forget
how evil i am
through all the veils
and make-up
and clothing
and false promises
flaccid and limp
like the wilting roses
sitting in my vase
months old now
i forget

and then i look deeper
and see my cruelty
and see my blackness
seeping into the cracks
and crevices of my
corrupted mind
the faces and souls
of those i've tormented
looming the back of my mind
i am the villain.
i forget
how evil i am.
181 · Sep 2017
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.
179 · Sep 2017
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.
177 · Sep 2020
the same poem but different
Lynne Sep 2020
i am bored of the same scenario
routine
cycle
of the cloned relationships i find
and seek
and devote my time into
continuing the patterns
of heart shaped bruises
on my chest and knuckles.
i feel as if i am outside of myself
looking down at my small frame
strong on the outside
but feeling weak on the inside.
i see myself, holding onto the cage
of this dream and desire to simply
be loved as i am
and not as i am wished to be
not by anyone
but just by me.
for the desires of a partner
are long gone
washed away by years of tumultuous
relationships and false promises,
that idea is jaded and lost
and replaced by the solid gold
concept of loving myself.
that pendant wrapped around my neck
choking me but also
somehow giving me the perspective
that loneliness is my freedom right now.
i wish to wake up to myself
and say,
"thank you for existing, me."

that will be the best day of my year
177 · Jun 2017
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
173 · Nov 2017
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.
172 · Sep 2018
J.A
Lynne Sep 2018
You are poetry
and art in motion
the wheels of my mind
turn and turn
with the thoughts of you
beautiful moments
brushstrokes and prose
line upon line
and row upon row.
you move something
deep inside of me,
that hasn’t ever been moved
my heart made of some granite
or obisideon
and now, warm and flushed
because of your lips
and the way you wrap
your arms around me,
surround me
you found me
I will never let you go.
171 · Oct 2018
anxiety
Lynne Oct 2018
aching
shaking
from that addiction
so deep
needle in the vein
mental in the brain
you feel it,
creeping, crawling
under your skin
no escape from the feeling
of stupidity
or of ignorance.
blame, blame, blame
you play the game.
your nightmares
become your reality
is it because you think too much
or because
you feel too little?
170 · Apr 2018
memory
Lynne Apr 2018
your brain is capable of holding
memories
but
most brains are incapable
of holding precise
memories.

this lack of capacity
leads to false memories
being created
your brain fills in the gaps
based on past experience

especially in cases
of trauma

i've lived in a false memory
of you, my first love

and was awakened
when i finally read through
our traumatic messages
of 2014




i realized






after




all



these



years





I




was actually




the villain.
167 · Sep 2018
tread lightly
Lynne Sep 2018
watch yourself,
you young one.
the ice is thin
on your beating heart.
you cross it so
impulsively,
hurried.
without care,
impetuously.
your shoes clacking
and cracking that
thin layer
i know, you want to just
burst forward!
but think about the kick back,
that icy water below
which has enveloped you before.
you've read your own words
in poem and prose
you've felt burning
searing love
before.
so, tread lightly
young one
and realize that this
could be just "another"
even if your sore heart
doesn't want to believe it.
it's awful, isn't it?
to be realistic instead of poetic
but enjoy it,
and continue to fall in love with
yourself
before you pull your heart up
uprooting it
to pass it to this one.
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