My dear,

Spring has passed, Summer has passed,
Fall has passed, and here is Winter.
It welcomes with its cool winds, reminding me
of the warmth I lack from a longing embrace;
a longing to be one with you.

Shield me from the elements
Hide me in your veil of protection
Keep me always and forever.
Forever feeling young
Forever loving you.

I oh so desperately wish to be noticed
i'm tried of being a shadow
lurking behind you

I wish to be shiny, like sliver in the sun
i wish to shine bright
like a bullet in a gun

I wish to be loud and heard
like an scream in a tunnel
I wish my voice could ring in the ears of many

I wish to be someone
anyone that isn't me

I no longer wish to be dim shadow lurking behind everyone silently
I wish to be a loud spontaneous light
exploding in front of everyone
like a firework
who's embers never fall back down

Alien encounters
abducted by my own frontal lobe
sand dripping down my toes like those
sandcastles I used to make at the beach
as a kid with peach fuzz dunes and
flower petal skies I want my
orange bathing suit sewed to my skin and
my finger nails cut too short so it
stings when I waltz on surfaces made
of wood or steel or linoleum
like those victorian queen polka days
when we used to lay on the kitchen floor sunlight
vomiting onto our faces and we laughed anyway
I want your mustache forests and I want to believe in them
and you told me I ran so fast I don't know why I slowed down
there are 6 easter eggs hiding in the garden but
one
has a slug on its shell and when you pick up
the tie dyed droplet surface you'll shriek
in delight
in the light
of the moon
the golden one hides in the creases of
the trees and it will remain there for
1 week until you smell the stench
like emerald gas climbing up your nose
I have dreams of flying
falling
thoughts of
icicles and snow angels
pretending I am someone I am not
an actress with all the lightbulbs and glitter
who am I to say it
me me me me me me
back to the hallway extremities
and ski lift blushing and ocean
drowning I can not wait
for the day that I finally realize
what I need to understand
in order to vacuum the carpet
in order to
in order to

Folder:  Soulmates II

Sweet, sweet fantasy embrace me with his shadow'
cover me with his moonlight passion
let me hear his whispers of love on the warm night wind
Let the light of his eyes twinkle deep in my heart
bring his soul kisses through space and time
bring us together in our immaculate love
let us each other once more find
and dissolve into a phantasm
as we leave our glittering traces of love
trailing across the heavens behind,

Most poets don't understand
most poets think they got it all in hand
most poets think they have a God given gift
me I'm no fancy poet I write my **** down
Most poets go past without a word, a heart a sound;
Me, I do cause that's what you do when its awesome!
Most poets just wish they thought of it on their own.
most poets just envy you.
poetic envy...
Yeah, I suffer from it too! ;)

I am an artist of the soul
who seeps into tangible form
some vague representation
of my true self's expression.

happy
sad
crazy
depressed
in love
i feel
everything
at once
this rush
is what
i love
and
hate

Some people say
I don't believe
In a god above
They can't perceive

They have never seen him
Or heard him speak
They scoff at believers
Consider them weak

They ask for evidence
To show he's there
Doubt why he would love us
Or even care

They say they've prayed
When things got tough
But he never heard
So they had enough

They then believe
When we die that's it
As a loving god
Doesn't seem to fit

Into this world
We dwell within
With hardened hearts
Their life is grim

My answer is ~then this perceive

His presence is transparent


Like the air we breathe