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Aug 2013 · 434
Around
Ruby Watson Aug 2013
with Each step  
          I've seen
         the circle
                        [& been seen]                  
                                     inside    
                                        and
                                         out.
                                              Caught in
                                                  times of
                                                      doing
                                                              it... again                  
                                                               "­Oh, yes!"
                                                           ­                  (without a doubt) 
.                                                        ­             






.
;~) simply descending the spiral stairs
to the cellar,
R x
Ruby Watson Jul 2013
Sand to glass.
Topaz and yellow blend, in fired isolation.          
   Can you see the beauty,or   only how much we are our island?

Floating... unseen in an ocean.                                                        
  ­                          Swimming... in the filth  of flotsum and jetsum, (which constantly surrounds us)
Sinking... into the detritus of lives staining this shoreline.            
Drifting... with each swelling high tide. Chosen by the moon.    
     Drowning... left bereft and barren by such far flung lows.              

                 Barefoot, I've walked amongst the driftwood you left laying; Collecting all
                        those pieces (bits you kept hidden), loves un-worshipped or love never given.

                                             -Kept safely now-                                            
in pockets of my salty flesh, being sweetly rewritten.

     Keep an eye to the sky, and an ear to the waves of you're known.

Perhaps, one day, you realise,
(when the stars shine bright within your sextant)

 - so I wait here,
                                                     by this water wide -                                                  
              with fingers and toes deep in our sand              
      
        Until the sirens' call reaches you again,
                                  and upon yonder watched crest you send a malia,                          
from a soon forgotten land of words.
Jul 2013 · 579
when tracking fresh prints
Ruby Watson Jul 2013
Take the long route South, and linger...
where shaded valleys seek horizons.
Burrowing, amongst fragrant meadows,
as soft breezes rise.

Ruby Watson Apr 2013
Not many people noticed the box
she carries in front of her.

Undefined, yet heavy.
Bottomless,  not deep.

Only he
ever saw inside -
on that last day
she ever cried.

Knowing,
made him turn away;
He left her
standing
alone on the street.

Waiting
for the next bus,
she never felt it
start to
               l
                    e
                        a
               ­             k
                              .
*listening to HINDER: Homecoming Queen...*
give it a listen :)
hihttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6_9RR1dvPU
Jan 2013 · 748
Toodle Pip!
Ruby Watson Jan 2013

                           On      
                          the              
          flip side            
of dreams,            
         where              
distance    
                                is                        
     ­                                                  but                                        
                     ­      a sigh...

A very English goodbye, & goodnight ;~)
Ruby Watson Jan 2013
Across grassy cliffs,
on dark nights, let them stray far
from the path they choose.
(5,7,5)
Jan 2013 · 536
Ruffled
Ruby Watson Jan 2013
Feathers bristle, as we sit too close
on a single spindled branch, breaking.
Each trying to outsing
the dawn chorus.
(4,20)
Dec 2012 · 716
when the edge beckoned
Ruby Watson Dec 2012
For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
Cruel winds hollowing my back,
tempting the beyond.

For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
The Keepers' hand tight on my arm,
tempting the beyond.

For too long,
have I stood on this edge;
For the promised days' arrival,
tempting the beyond.
Ty x
Dec 2012 · 686
Sharpened Emeralds
Ruby Watson Dec 2012
Holding tight to long shards of green;
Loosened, the grassy cliff edge is too close.
Scarlet wings,
not quite mended
Dec 2012 · 2.5k
Yule blush
Ruby Watson Dec 2012
Red,
the cheeks
match the breast,
to brighten Winter Solstice.
LOL... a little robin, who was hopping alongside me, as I went to work (in the dark)!
Dec 2012 · 565
stolen
Ruby Watson Dec 2012

**you
  left one
           there
                for me
                   to see
              our sweet
    temptation's
far too much
to bare, taken
now, in
sighs
Oh
so
    free
A kiss, or wish
not quite sure! Can I have both?
or is that a bore...

lol
;~)
Dec 2012 · 733
Fishnets
Ruby Watson Dec 2012
Lures, freshly baited, trawl each of the Seven seas, for fish aplenty.
(one stroke,17syl)
;~) for the Christmas party season! R x
Nov 2012 · 720
Arc en ciel
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Stop to admire
pure coloured views
and then ponder, really,
which way would you choose?
Would you go over it,
see through it,
or bend double under?
Should you face it,
or chase it,
in backdrops of thunder?
We look for the Sunshine,
or we'll drown from the rain,
in warmth of this kiss -
Feelings bliss
with no shame.
Nov 2012 · 1.1k
Verdes Risqué
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Lightning flashes
in eyes of storm
brown turn
to hazel
when
taboo
art forms

Brushing
across blushing
dares a flightier dance
to the peacock chorus line
(...two in the hand?)
I'mpure, painted fancies
can fly blue to cyan
Watch them
flash now
as they
catch
     in the
        light
                s
                        l
   ­                           o
                           w
                     grace
            ful
             move
        ments
when
she   ­   
      dances            
alone
          .  
           behind
                  her
              fans
       of soft
feathers
  .          
        She                  
       dances              
alone
Hinder
(Lips of an Angel)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RiSfTyrvJlg -
Nov 2012 · 645
Succumb
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
I
walk the
path of least
resistance unless
of course it's my
turn to lead
you*
!
Nov 2012 · 2.1k
Tonight, take me,
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
throe me
sapiditous
to the heavens
with your
suspense driven
mindfuck
thrillers
blue
bitter-sweet
twists
and
slow teased
bitten
kisses
arcing
me to
stardust
... same time next week?
Nov 2012 · 1.6k
Digital, et al
Ruby Watson Nov 2012

Can you still spell
S  E  X  Y
with
just
your
left hand?
We dig it all,
in this *digit
al age
... when advances
in technology,
never slow,
a hand
held

**... right?
Now,
will this
remind you to
charge
your phone

;~)
Nov 2012 · 1.3k
Ma Chérie,
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Awake
mono no aware,
          so adored,
     rested upon
pure pillows,
          billowed,                          
blooming, and drifting,
on the dreams we evoked
in pink petalled words,
as t'skys silence
spoke.
Currently musing in Hanami
;~)
"Hanami" is the centuries-old practice of picnicking under a blooming Sakura.
" Mono No Aware" is the transience of the blossoms, the extreme beauty and quick death, has often been associated with mortality.
"Sakura" - Cherry blossoms
Nov 2012 · 657
LBD, and a missread
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
She turned up, at midnight, in a Fancy Dress... Oops!
now, I'm smiling again
;~)
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
Loom.
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Did you hear
the crumble,
and exhale,
when you
were
on
your knees
sifting through the pieces?
Through dust
and falling fragments,
I've separated,
the become,
from the inside.
The garbage stinks
and still, I don't breathe;
For fear; My tongue may taste
my own dirt, and metal,
imploding.
I doubt
you'll even touch...
how very real I feel,
whilst I'm slipping through
your fingers
slowly,
one
element
at a time;
Finally,
to
Earth.
Okay, so I have PMT today... AND??
;~)
Nov 2012 · 1.1k
Vixen
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Glimpsed in red,
under   dappled    shade,
a tail   swishes. A tale    sways,
safely  in that emerald    glade,
    for you,     alone,     she plays.
Nov 2012 · 638
Sirenă, of flowers.
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
°                  
She sings in the quiet,
(with a touch so forbidden)
yet, you're floating on the surface
of love's recognition
                                     ° 
She collects those treasured pieces,
(the bits you've kept hidden)
loves that you worshipped
or love never given
    °                                   
She embodies true desires
  (without inhibition)
garbing sweet deaths
with divine superstition
                                        

"Their song, though irresistibly sweet,
was no less sad than sweet,
and lapped both body and soul in a fatal lethargy,
the forerunner of death and corruption,"  
said Walter Copland Perry.
Nov 2012 · 480
Poets, do it, better.
Ruby Watson Nov 2012


Our senses are burning us, alive!

Flesh touches, tongues taste; We feel..

Oh, so much more, than just five.

*****
(4 and 20)
Nov 2012 · 566
The Perils
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Once, she gave her heart to a stranger,
swore it wouldn't change her.
Transfixed. Bound.
She never saw the train.
I ♥ old
silent movies
(4:20)
Nov 2012 · 786
Being, priceless...
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
when all that glitters isn't gold...
which part,
have you sold?
Nov 2012 · 583
Harlequinade
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Count the diamonds, we've enjoyed,
as our colours spectrum through light; Glowing,
we diffuse into rainbows on silken sheets,
shared.
(4:20)
Nov 2012 · 896
Discarded Cup
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Sugar?* Two spoons...in the coffee.
Same spoon, in the tea!
Spooning no longer feels comfy
*between you and me.
Nov 2012 · 686
Meh, tricks
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
Swallow blue,*
when dreams
aren't enough
to see you
through
I'll see you, in 10?
(words)
;~)
Nov 2012 · 1.0k
DIRTY LAUNDRY?
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
DON'T AIR IT
HERE
                                Let the unsaid                                
grow
ferment and fester
behind
your wicked
lips
claim back
              apologies with passion              
as you rally
in the cause
leaving
hastily
discarded clothes

                                                        ­                    
                                            ­                                 *
looking better
                                                          ­                     on the floor
Nov 2012 · 800
Charmed, I'm sure
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
I wear Rowan
though no fear I show,
this heart welcomes either fae, or foe
my skin feels his presence in my home,
a changeling
from
his
wood
abode
Rowan charms are worn to ward off the mischief of fae,
Thank you's to TEC for reminding me ;~)
Ruby Watson Nov 2012
♥        Bake your love into little jam **** Heart       s
                 then fill the daintiest bone china teacup             s
               from fresh pots of liquid wisdom tea         se
           Add some tweedle-dee lump     s
   maybe one, or, stir in two
  Jokers, for a special brew Now, would you like to pour, or, shall I?
with a silver spoon, obviously,
and a little fancy cake
on the side.
Oct 2012 · 733
Turning Tricks
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Eyes glint
your treat
behind sequined
mask of red
knowing smile
nothing said
I actually celebrate Samhain, but hey... Happy Halloween x
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Swirling around me
they danced upon frosted tips
over shimmering shards of grass
stirred by the early morning breeze
A hundred sparkling amber eyes watching as
I walk amongst them, smiling, mesmerized by such beauty,
enchanted on the turn of a new Season, now the last butterflies have gone.
Filligrees of autumn, flashing golden in the low Winter sunlight,
dashing off across the field only to return to peek once more.
Delicately, they flutter up around and skyward,
And I watch
magically
transfixed
as faeries
descent down
again from up above
Inspired by an early morning blustery walk, kicking leaves ;~)
Oct 2012 · 724
Consumed
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
When
nights are
wrapped
in silk
love glows
bitter-sweet
upon their lips
Bitten by the darkness
devouring each others taste
Stolen bodies
writhe
drenched in
silvery heat

Gasping
sated
lovers whisper
such tempting
secrets
"Why, you might just as well say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what I see'!" 
 (Chapter 7... Through the Looking Glass)
Oct 2012 · 885
Luminescent
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Illuminate me
with
a few
déjà vu
sighs

Speak
of slow
bitten kisses
delicious
searing heat
written

Hotter
than hell
naked illusions
piercing
my burning skin
through shards
of glass

Make me a sinner

Calling
my name as
you steal each
breath

Become
my divine killer

Revel in my death
Oct 2012 · 1.3k
Shiny Offerings.
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Recycling,
love long forgotten,
Others, unwanted, left behind;
Don't delve farther than 'sparkling'  
because I'm wearing nothing, but a smile.
Take a peek through my looking glass...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nxO-yPQesA&NR;=1&feature;=endscreen
Oct 2012 · 1.4k
Bloody Magpies
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Scavengers of Black on White,
pecking; Stripping bare.
Feathering their own nests,
sticky with the blood of Others shiny words.
But we're all clever little magpies, right ?

One for a Sorrow.
Two for a Joy.
Three times for a Girl.
Four times for a Boy.
Five for Silver.
Six for Gold.
Shush....
Seven for a Secret never to be Told.
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
In words,
Now, is inked.
Stained, imprinted.
Access All Areas, in minds eye
"Notions" implied,
I
To
You
!
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Noun: Estimating something as worthless.

Example: "How much value you've put on my heart"
(FLOK-si-NO-si-NY-HIL-i-PIL-i-fi-KAY-shuhn)

This word was coined by combining four Latin terms flocci, nauci, nihili, pili, all meaning something of little or no value, which were listed in the well-known "Eton Latin Grammar" of Eton College in the UK.

The Oxford English Dictionary shows the first use of the word by William Shetstone in 1777

Thanks to Reddit, I did learn something new today!
Oct 2012 · 1.7k
Mind your Manners (mature)
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
Close your mouth,
it's rude to stare.
Don't lick your fingers!
I despair.
Use
wooden dippers,
if you're tasting honey.
No! Don't you smirk...THIS isn't funny!
AND
get your feet from
OFF...THAT...TABLE!

You'll get spanked hard.
(I'm more than able)

And suddenly...
the elusive please word heard

...un(miss)takable.
Written for a competition, still making me laugh!
Oct 2012 · 1.5k
Circular days.
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
You
kiss the chill
upon my nose
each day
as
I
awake
smiling again
at the pieces of dreams found
fitting perfectly inside these solemn eyes
Caught, just before they disperse in each morn's dewy mist,
opening wide the cold topaz with fresh fires
which burn unanswered questions
into each new
sky
as
I
feel you there
in the warmth of Sun's new embrace
a gentle touch upon my upturned face
Held up, within the stubborn day,
when Normality beckons me
slowly,
Waiting
for shadows to be cast,
so that you may walk amongst them;
on the edge of my perception
Only
to return, later,
in our long sleeps final blink,
to the blissful night where
we dance upon
the stars
again
until,

we almost...

we were so close, this time.

Remembrance hits - I fall to bits.

"Why did you have to die?"
Oct 2012 · 665
Three little birds sing.
Ruby Watson Oct 2012
"Keep it pure, truthful, and find the beat of love inside every living thing", says my heart.
"Keep it autobiographical, not chronological... or even logical", says my head.
"Keep it ****, keep it simple, keep it sad", says my life.

— The End —