#loveistheanswer
I need the warmth of your skin
to fix the cold of my bones.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
Because...
I'm sitting somewhere by a fire
Listening to the Old Gods
Tell tales
about how the Earth,
She
devours men.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
He laughs at my ignorance,
Me, at his arrogance...
If I'm really no match,
Why not grant me a fairer chance?
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:12 AM UTC
I solved the riddle, Alice dear,
This weren't your dream at all...
Your dreams are host to nobler men,
No princes here; Just frogs.
They flap their wet and gleaming lips,
Professing works of love...
Now dripping wet from all their spit,
And chapped from all their rubs,
You still don't feel a bit more safe,
And just a bit less loved.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 9:57 PM UTC
The man on the corner stopped her short,
Signaling through the window at a pile of hats,
To a crisply woven straw fedora and satin bowtie,
He winked the remark, "I think that hat there, it was made for you, mam."
And then off he went down the crowded walk.
Perplexed I was as I carried on for nearly three blocks
'Fore I got the nerve to turn on back,
The enthusiasm for what he said had quite convinced me,
Never mind the fact that I'd never been much into hats.
The sloping brim curved above my brow with true perfection
And the satin folds gave the bright black bow such a shiny light,
The maker's name was a Peter Grimm, near a small white rabbit,
And it brought to mind how the month before she had felt her clocks blow,
And her soul fell a-flying down that rabbit's hole,
When the baby left, and the world turned darkly unfamiliar,
And she had no pill that could turn her back to big again.
Just her tiny, tumbling figurine of selfhood,
Behind an ever shifting mirrored wall of dreaming
Lost among the lines of the angry mind of the old Red King,
But the hat felt safe, and perhaps she'd even felt a wee bit taller,
Inches feel like miles when dimensions move beyond the realms of normal time.
Plus the ornamental headwear offered comfort,
And put a snap back in her step for just a beat...
With a silent thanks for the unnamed haberdashery advisor,
She and her hat with the big black sash,
And the rabbit stitched in,
Bobbed along the seams of Seattle streets
With a joyful heart and a big broad grin.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
Please grant me freedom From their demented minds,
Their cruel words,
Their bitter, hateful hearts...
Or, simply, give me death.
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Her soul bares the scars of the lightning bolt's burn,
Is it innocence lost,
or innocence returned?
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
His fingers play strings
On my body so tight
As he drew back and forth
On these chords of my light
Unspoken melodies and haunting compositions
A song rife with grief, every note well positioned
Peter Grimm writes a symphony of disembodied souls
Warms his bones by a fire that he's fanned from the coals
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 9:06 AM UTC
I followed a black jack rabbit
Through the wormholes of his brain
Taking pictures of his nightmares
As I tasted all his pain
His stories, meant to scare me,
Meant to fill my heart with dread
Only caused me to look deeper
At the scars between our heads
He never really meant to show me
All the things that I did see
For the tough skin he'd been growing
Now, transparent as the sea
I watched the brackish waters
Tumble through his web of veins
So alive and full of creatures
Waving wildly in his mane
He spoke of sweet devotions and a love as pure as gold
Yet I couldn't shake the feeling that my heart weren't his to hold
His words could not bring comfort if they didn't ring out true
Like a script resounds of duty,
This love weren't mine,
That's all I knew
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 6:14 AM UTC
The greatest power I have ever truly witnessed is kindness
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
Why'd you only call me when it was half mast?
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 3:35 AM UTC
Man's highest ideals;
These are the Angelic parts of Us.
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:21 AM UTC
That you are not loved yet is because a wave breaks at just the right time and not a minute sooner...
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
Getting the dust of a Lily on the tip of your nose
Or contemplating the delicate way that the Ivy climbs this wooden post
Is a sure way to renew and re-inspire the fragile soul
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I have outgrown many things.
I have outgrown relatives who gladly offer criticism but not support.
I have outgrown my need to meet family's unrealistic expectations of me.
I have outgrown girls who wear masks and secretly rejoice at my mistakes.
I have outgrown shrinking myself for those who are intimidated by my intelligence and outspoken nature both.
I have outgrown friends who cannot celebrate my accomplishments.
I have outgrown people who conveniently disappear whenever life gets a little dark.
I have outgrown those who take pleasure in gossiping and spreading negativity.
I have outgrown dull,meaningless conversations that feel forced.
I have outgrown those who don't take a stand against ignorance and injustice.
I have outgrown trying to please everyone.
I have outgrown society constantly telling me I'm not beautiful,smart, or worthy enough to achieve anything.
I have outgrown my tendency to fill my mind with self doubt and insecurity decades ago.
I have outgrown trying to find reasons not to love my humble self.
I have outgrown anything and anyone that does not enrich the essence of my soul.
I have outgrown many things and I've never felt freer.
~Poem by Chanda Kaushik
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:27 AM UTC
So here we are,
My falling Star,
Upon this road of life...
Two souls, so lost,
Whose paths did cross
Whilst roaming through the night.
With child's eyes
We recognized
Our parent's silent grief;
Their wasted years
Soon disappeared,
As time's a ruthless theif.
Sole heirs to pain,
We've shared this shame,
And felt the fears, which sought us.
Confusions grew,
As no one knew,
Just how much they'd never taught us.
Self hatred bred,
And blindly led,
Our rebel-minded causes.
Such sweet escapes
Those drugs create,
When sorrow finally pauses.
Hearts turned to stone,
We've wept alone,
Convinced the World forgot us.
With every chance
Each circumstance
Did have, they surely fought us.
Yet here we are
My falling Star,
Two broken hearted lovers,
Whom fate did yearn
To grow, to learn...
And so we're bound forever.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 9:03 PM UTC
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC
Love a man whose strength of character precedes him on his journey in life.
Love a man who’s not afraid to stumble and fall, only to pick himself up and face the wind once more.
Love a man who’s made mistakes and whose heart is etched with scars of long lost loves, lingering embraces and kisses that tore at the soul.
Love a man who listens to his inner guides, and not knowing exactly where they lead, picks up his sword and leads his horse into the dark of a forest from where he may never return.
Because he has faith in his dreams, even those that leave him broken and in need of a fresh start.
Because he is the wizard of his own destiny, weaving the strands of the unknown into a tapestry that he can cover himself with when times are hard.
Because he is a warrior and he is hungry for a life that is lived without regrets.
Love a man whose smile is honest and whose eyes fell you to your knees.
Love a man who will turn away from safety, trusting that his passions are a danger he cannot live without.
Love a man whose hands know how to explore your secrets and his body awakens every sin you’ve ever craved—he won’t judge you, he’s a worshiper of the Feminine.
Love a man whose tears are hot, who bathes in the ashes of his mistakes. Love him when his eyes are shadowed, when he walks the beach in search of his muse, when he stands naked in a soul consuming fire; because he’ll come out stronger than before. He’s promised you that and he keeps his word.
A man who understands the journey, will not apologize for where his mind leads him. He will seek wisdom from any place that it hides. This man is a visionary, and he seeks a woman whose life is her own.
He will own you if you ask it, but only when you allow him into your darkest requests. He will advise you if you need it, but give you space to follow your own truth. He will understand that your journey is a battlefield only you can lay yourself down on.
But ask him for protection and you’ll hear his sword rasp out of its shield.
Love a man who dreams of the future but never wastes today.
Love a man whose intensity keeps the wolves at bay.
Leave your door wide open, he will come to you when you need him – stranger, seeker, sinner; thinker.
Men on their journey push past the mists of the unknown and bare themselves to loss or gain, whichever will find him first, and trusting in the process, awaken stronger, more alive, gifting the world with their insights and inventions.
Men on their journey will enjoy your mind, will yearn to learn from you—will find their pleasure in discovering your truth.
Men on their journey are wild and sensual. Because their soul knows no boundaries, their thoughts are limitless, their voices can either soothe or excite.
Love a man who shakes loose the questions of the ages, who throws himself in to the sea, seeking salty respite from the ravages of his quests, who listens to the call of mermaids, and believes that the spirit world holds more wisdom than all the books in the world.
Love a man who’ll be on his journey until his dying day.
You’ll know him by his integrity. He’ll never tell you that he’s finished being the adventurer.
You'll know him by his vulnerable heart.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Birth of heart, lost in time
Like old light, soul of water
Firey sea , wave of mind
Cold white sky, hollow trees
Softened dreams fall and rise
Fear is lost, fallen power
Beneath bones hope lives wild
Quiet heat, sense of self
Gentle death, God, and night
Spirit lines, silent grasses
Spring of stars, moonlit smile
House of steel, looms of darkness
Angels dance, brightly veiled
Body song, world forgotten
Ancient feet, talking trails.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 8:57 AM UTC
Mother! Father!
Moon and Star!
How I wonder what you are....
By Fire's light and Earth's own pull,
You've stirred the waters of my soul.
I've felt you closer than my skin.
A dance with Death;
Life's one true kin.
But don't despair,
My Winged One;
I'd never ask you fly alone.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 5:24 AM UTC