Poem, 4.23.08

Quietly, ever so furtively,
she slips from their bed
and glides her way on down the hall.
She will not wake him with her tread.
She sits in the soothing darkness
and tries to quiet her screaming head.
There is no sleep for one who is lost,
one whose soul is dead.


(A WIP, I think. It doesn't feel finished)

Poem, 2.4.03

Dream Lover
Your presence
surrounds my soul
breathing life into it
igniting my skin
passion together.
My heart quickens.
All sense is lost.
Your lips fire on my skin
feed my hunger
your fingers trace my every curve
our bodies, prey to unearthly magnetism.
Then the flames consume all. We end as one.
My eyes flutter open.
You've gone.

Poem, 2.19.03

My Muse

My imagination is blank
awaiting him
impatient
He comes unannounced
fills me up
making love
to my mind
He enters my fingertips
grips my pen
dances on the paper
Once he's spent
he's gone in a flash
All he leaves me
are words on the page

In Greece, Poem, 5.21.03

I lie in wait
'midst the sweet orange roses
wond'ring when you'll come.
As the hours pass
I begin to doubt
our frail bond of promises.
My sight takes over
and lifts my spirit
to walk in search of you.
I find you,
tired, haggard,
totally alone.
I step inside
to feel your thoughts:
Fear, doubt,
painful memories,
make you hesitate,
unsure if I am even there
or if I will wait
for you.
Shocked,
I rejoin my body.
Angered at first,
thinking you should always come
to me.
My emotions clear
and I see
farther than ever
before.
I push my body
up from the flower bed
as the buds open,
and I walk off toward the rising sun
to you.

Poem, 9.10.03

Concrete
unending halls
silent rooms
blank texts
Lost
learning nothing
from invisible tutors
My chosen path
grows more narrow
with each step
I am empty
and fearful
I beseech you
call me up
Show me
my way through
away from daily droning
to the place I belong
where I can live
with meaning

Poem, 10.23.03

My mind aches
as my body screams
I'm bruised
battered and torn
cut and bleeding
my soul pools around
red on the floor
I'm tired
and chilled
I don't think
I can keep this going
This waiting
it's killing me
Yet I must endure it
or I will forever wonder
what was waiting for me
when the pain did
finally subside

Poem, 5.5.04

I have not written since this:

Mirror

Restless.
Demanding, crying, lashing out.
Stripped and tortured.
Chained to the wall
by emotional strings.
Slave to her own mind.
Wanting all.

Wanting nothing.

They watch as she is whipped,
beaten and bloodied,
by her own body,
and are powerless to interfere.
She cries out,
calling for their aide,
or perhaps for her own,
before succumbing quietly
to the tormentor within.

No one uses LJ anymore

I will archive some memorable posts from LJ and DJ here soon.