Dove (September 4th, 2011)

In a room full of cold,

A wounded dove shivers,

Her blood is colored gold,

And iced like winter rivers.

Furthermore she cries,

Desperately alone and barely alive,

She looks up into the starry night skies,

Only to hope that she will survive.

You and me

You and me,

We lay beneath the sycamore tree,

Like two peas in a pod,

You and me.

You play a tune for me,

I'll sing back lyrics or a melody,

We'll make music together,

You and me.

When the sun begins to set,

Dust off our clothes,

And together we will dance,

Beneath the sycamore tree.

There is a song I hear,

When you speak my name,

I'll listen close and careful,

My dear, I can see, just you and me.

She Writes

Smooth silver moonlight crept through the windows,

With iron bars there to be-still the girl.

Small innocent hands chained to the brick walls,

Shooting pains inside her brain making her fall in a curl.

A man was watching her closely,

Reading the expression in her face.

“Write another!” the man spat,

Foul smelling breath wafting, all with little grace.

Dissatisfaction wasn’t a pleasant thing,

Especially when it came to writing.

The girl always wrote for the man,

He always hated it, thus begins the fighting.

She did not mind it when he yelled,

No, she blocked all that out.

It was when he belittled her writing,

Then anger filled her to the brim, no doubt.

“You love to write, I see, but please, Love

Won’t you write something to satisfy me?”

The man’s words taunting her,

Daunting her to no end.

Writing was her passion,

She loved it with all her being,

But part of her was trapped,

And she could not see any sign of freeing.

She writes for the beholder of her beauty,

She writes for the faint whispers in the dark.

He knows that she feels such pain,

Even when her fabulous ideas spark.

October 17, 2011

Iridescent light,

 Suddenly fills your eyes,

  Every time I sigh,

   With undoubting wonder.

    I will live to see the day,

     When one finally sees me,

      My love, I have lived,

       Dreams forever mine to own.

        Your careful touch,

         Traces lines on my palms,

          They tell stories,

           Which only time may unfold.

            Please, please, please,

             Don't you ever feel down,

              If you do with most ease,

               I will always frown.

           If your love is true,

         And your heart beats fast,

      If you feel it within you,

   Then please know this:

Love will always last.

Fury

I’ve been cut down to the bone,
Things I’ve done will surrender,
To the faces unknown,
And the ones I remember.

Your lies cracked and broke,
You watched with smiles- watched me hurt.
All for what?
My best friend... You pervert!

With the fury of it all,
You’ll always be the one,
That I watch as you crawl.
I hope your games are done.

Goddess of a Thousand Words

She is standing on the edge of the world,
Calling out your name,

Turn to watch her go, but you’re always too late.
She is a goddess of a thousand words,

Each lyric pressed against your brain.

Hold her close, or she’ll disappear.

Sweetly singing her songs over,
And over again across the seas.

Rush Into Me

Rush into me,
The breath of life.
Knock me down,
Spiraling into madness.

A madness that cannot be explained,
Into the high mountains of pure paradise.
Flitting upwards like a bird,
Tweeting cheerily.

Grace me with your gentle touch,
Place me under your beautiful gaze.
Erase the horrified thoughts you sense,
Beneath my skin in a majestic land.

Far from sanity,
Not quite insane,
Let me fall,
Let me fall.

Global Warming

Global Warming

Up above the stars lies a world of mystery

Down beneath them, lies a horrid history...

Our Earth is slowly dying, this is a true fact,

Some don’t like to believe it... *sighs*... Imagine that.

Please note... (3/27/2011)

This is just a little note to let everyone know that all of the poems below were not written today.  Some of them were written at least three years ago, and I dug them up from various places.  I may eventually get to the point where I put the dates they were all written...  If I do so, I will be sure to leave a note!

And also, I may not *always* have poetry on this blog.  I may just write about my feelings or something, so just keep that in mind :)

Cat Woman

Cat Woman

She prowls the night,

Stealthily searching for her next toy,

The next fun thing to play with,

To tease.

Leather bound tightly to her body,

All features defined to perfection.

Crouching on all fours.

Catching a glimpse of the moon,

Peeking through the trees,

"I see you" it whispers playfully.

She hisses in annoyance.

She hears a noise behind her,

With cheetah-like speed she whirls,

Spinning silently on the spot to investigate,

Only to find... Nothing.

Jolting her head from left to right,

Smelling the air.

Pressing her palms into the earth,

Feeling vibrations of footsteps...

She feels the rhythm of four feet,

Pounding lightly on the dirt.

This creature is trying to be silent.

"Creature?"

"Is it human?"

"Could it be like me?"

She smells the air again.

"Maybe it is human?"

"A man, perhaps?"

Mind racing, heart fluttering,

A delicate, yet fierce scenario plays out in her head.

Excitement sparks in her eyes,

In the velvet death of the night,

Cat Woman had found something...

Her toy,

This man,

Not creature,

Belonged to her now.

"Mine" she growled with a smile,

Pouncing.

Daydream

Daydream

Swimming through a field of wildflowers,

Dreaming in a cloud of lace.

Vines of ivy sneak into your soul,

They are impossible to erase.

Blissful wisps of beautiful tune,

Merrily floating through my head.

Wishing so badly to be in your arms,

But no, I'm alone instead.

The breeze is so wonderful on this sweet autumn day,

I wish you were here,

Wish you'd come out and play.

Arrival of Autumn

Arrival of Autumn

Summer ceases,

While the dew point increases,

Warm days at the lake,

Soon turn to snuggling up in a sea of blankets.

Leaves retreat from the boughs,

Swirling and twirling,

Quietly dancing downwards,

Unaware of what's to happen next.

Flowers intake the last of their breaths,

Yawn and stretch,

And finally lay their heads down to rest.

Autumn winds exhale around trees,

Stirring what's left on their branches,

A crispy, cinnamon colored leaf falls away from it's once loved home.

Night

Night

Lines on my palms,

The stories of my life,

The creases where my fingers fold,

So I can hold your hand tight.

The moon was bright,

But only half full,

I feel a bit like that half full moon,

Like I'm missing something.

It's you,

If only you would see!

I want to wander secret paths unknown to others with you,

Find strange creatures in lands forgotten.

I want to lay next to you under the willow tree,

Listen to the night,

Crickets and frogs play their lovely songs,

Sing along with them.

I want to look at you and know you're mine,

I want you to look at me and know I'm yours,

I want you to whisper gently in my ear,

Just how much you care.

To feel you next to me,

Laying beside me,

Your warmth,

Your scent.

The night plays tricks on my eyes,

Like an optical illusion,

I will think about you,

Dream of you...

Hourglass

Hourglass

Step lightly,

My love,

For you are walking on clouds.

One wrong step and you'll be falling through the sky,

Saying your goodbye to me.

The stars can't mimic your smile,

As lovely as it is, nothing could be better

Than loving you like this.

My mother always says that you were just

The "flavor of the day" but that is just a fairy tale.

Time is running our of this pearly white hourglass.

Surrounded by Crows

Surrounded by Crows

Surrounded by crows in the darkness

Feels like I'm going to die.

Crippled and shut down with emptiness

It doesn't feel right.

Too bad the sun didn't rise today

Too bad it never rains,

I need to sit here and cry

But I wont allow the pain.

Fighting the urge to find

My very own place to fly.

For the Ghost

For the Ghost

"Don't despair," He looked at me.

I started to cry, his eyes were just so beautiful.

Too bad he had to die.

His love for me was unconditional,

And I'll never forget the way he kissed me, the way he said

"Don't fret"

I loved him, oh yes, that I cannot deny,

But he had his moments, his little shocks,

Sometimes I wanted to die.

He will always lurk inside my heart,

He'll never go away,

Is his ghost haunting me?

Only the future will say.

A Portrait of Death

A Portrait of Death

She opened the window wide,

Salty wind flowing through her hair,

Watching waves rolling into the tide,

Staring into the sunset's beautiful glare.

Her paint brush began to move,

Carefully swishing waves onto paper,

Seagulls flapping their wings in approve,

Her face got hot, tears fell, transforming into vapor.

A soft-spoken voice gently sang in the breeze,

"Hush, my dear, there's no need to cry"

The soothing whisper set her mind at ease,

Only on her paint brush could she rely.

She remembered long ago, the words "till death do us part"

Nothing reminded her better of death, than expressing it in her art.

Sheep

Sheep

Sing me to sleep with lips like velvet and eyes like glass, 

I'll count all the little black sheep while time ticks past. 

Blow out the candles beside my bed, 

Swirling little ghosts, quietly going away to play. 

1, 2, 3, 4 & many more tiny black sheep trot behind the first, 

As they make their way through the misty haze of dream. 

Tiny little feet, delicately tapping to a silent rhythm & beat, 

Happy little cotton balls of fluff, with not a care in the world.

Autumn

Autumn

The pitter patter of rain on leaves,

Cool fresh air sets my mind at ease.

Wind softly rustling the golden symphony of fall,

Chimes dancing, making music for all.

But the skies are grey, a dull, sad over-tone,

To the rest of the beauty, standing all alone.