Pangs

[~poet]

Pangs


Delicate
with a broken wing
lying there
waiting

Fierce
words said in a whisper
behind a back
i heard

Sex
ripe fruit
juicy and raw
bleeding to be bitten

Filled to capacity
over the rim
out of control
burning

Love

[~poet]

Again


It came and went
now the waiting begins
over and over
I wait

I held that moment
ontop of you
inside me
like it was made of glass

I sobbed
for what we have
and can't have
not yet
not yet

The words you whispered
soft like a lion you are
and i unravel and lose myself
again
and again

Push in harder
i need the pain
the reminder
the rememberance
of now

I sit
lost in a world
of them
without you

I didn't expect to love you
so hard
I didn't expect to need you
not me
I didn't expect to die a little
everytime you say goodbye.

[Kai]

(((((Poet)))))

[~poet]

...and i feel like a little girl
focus gone
driving so my stomach can rest

they love speeding by
like graduation day
once again

the lavender fields are frozen
while the radio plays
that song

what the hell was i thinking
...i heard what you said
it echos in my brain
and everything comes undone

pieces of light
crystalized reflections
...i heard what you said

fingers find another cigarette
fingers sweep away tears
fingers betray the body

and i feel like a little girl
once again

[rsdadi]

Thanks for sharing Poet.


Lee

[~poet]

Thanks for reading Lee and ty for the hug (((Kai)))

[~poet]

I will wrap my soul around You
adorn You with trinkets
of softness

Bobbles of flesh
will drape around
Your thoughts
like lacy kitchen curtains

Cling to You
a rope over water
dangling
with greased hands
that itch
You can't quite reach

Bare myself
magnify the scars
reality is beautiful
succumb like I
have no choice

Open up
legs
womb
essence

Shells cracking under foot
in that filthy little bar
without a bathroom

I will be her

A memory
not yet born
eternal in the sunlight
with naked feet
and tomorrow's gaze

Dig into me
mineral and dirt
make holes in my landscape
put your back into it
the ground is cold

I am mother earth
alive and unforged
quiet in the noise
papers in hand

waiting for construction

[Kai]

Very nice Poet..... (((((Poet))))) Good to see you around..

[butchbiscuit]

She's got words, she knows how to use them...
thank-you...

[~poet]

Kai & butchbiscuit for your words

[~poet]

little woman
frail from life
pale and liquid
with eyes like a doe

when i touched your hand
i felt generations
upon you

burdens and aprons
death and blood
and all those tears

so many times
my hand found yours
days passing silently
while I grew and you withered

I studied your hand
your fingers
the tired veins
roping around
tying you complete

this hand held me when I
burst into the world
screaming in defiance

this hand brushed hair from
the eyes
of an unruly girl
who's secrets you never knew

this hand motioned to me
when i felt unwanted
misunderstood
and alone

this hand taught me the
way to feed
the way to pray
the way to obey

this hand feels like a feather
in mine
a paper streamer blowing in the streets
from yesterday's holiday

little woman
our hands are the same
where you are
is where I'll be

a constant revolution
of a life
almost done

a quiet step away from
a journey
yet begun

[Kai]

Poet, Thank me with more... Please.

I love to read your post... Always something grand..

Btw, I miss you around here. Where have you been?

Poet

[~poet]

Death is not loud
it slips in
like light under the door
quiet and safe

It is the captain
of a team
picking it's players
one by one
as you stare at your feet

Death is never full
it's insatiable appetite
takes breaks in your life
waiting only long enough
to swallow

Death can be violent
or a breeze in the night
It can rob your dignity
or cloak you in peace

Death and birth
slices of moments
big and thick
like pie ala-mode

Tears and fingernails
dig deep in your thigh
Death is a bastard
A guise
Dont be fooled

Death is final
speak your peace now
because it will hold you forever
long after the flowers and eulogies
are mouthed

Death becomes a part of you
when it's calling card is left
a quiet neighbor
on the other side of the fence

Waiting to take your
last cup of sugar
when you're not looking
without your conscent.

[~poet]

I'm around grrl, just a bit preoccupied lately. Miss you much...

[Warbirdie]

very touching and heartfelt poems Poet.
thankyou for sharing them

{{{Poet}}}

[Catssu]

your words most always find a deep hidden place within me...

thank you Miss Poet

S.

[~poet]

thank you both

[lissa]

Here I am thinking that I will only have the one poem to savor, to nibble on and what do I find? a Feast!!!! Thanks, it was all yummy.

[Daddy Rhon]

Really strong poetry, Poet. Good stuph.

Rhon

[mimi]

Poet,

I so enjoy your work.

'Please Miss, May I have some more?'

Thank you,

mimi

[~poet]

lissa, Rhon, and Mimi thank you

Mimi that's a wonderful compliment coming from you, i love your writing style/poetry. I look forward to reading more of your work, thank you!

[~poet]

Theater Girl


Sitting on a stool made
of plastic and bone
I grind my teeth
at the prospect of being
You

Secret blonde thing
mixed up the lights
under my fingers
The bells in my head

The felines on my mind
Cat thoughts
with parquet reactions

You woman YOU
laughing at the moon
hair sprayed up to the sky

Pants too tight
too pastel
Powder puff girl
straight from hell

[Simone]

Poet...your work is incredible...the words just dance around me in techni-color...it feels like I *see* them as a visual image instead of *reading* them...

I would buy your books!

[~poet]

Thank you grrl......i miss you

[~poet]

its...
falling down a well
dizzy hard into darkness
those walls that just won't budge
i scream for ten minutes
then hear water coming in

it's...
the perforated scars
of severed pages
empty notebook shells
covers and backs
all the dead soldiers laying crumpled
by the trash can
the meat is rotting and the flies have dinner
alone

it's...
beating my head against the wall
trying to numb thoughts
that forgot they were off this holiday
say a little prayer
and put them to sleep

it's...
working overtime
working all the time
working until reality blurs
one big clock
one little paycheck

its...
stacks of pages
with no destination
inches of life in words
please! one copy per person
this is my sanity
i am free
it has a price

its...
doubling over
sobbing like I'm ten
don't know which age to be today
those acid feelings make me eighty

bitter
angry
prop me up with my TV tray
let me pick life apart
while i mash potatoes between my
gums

old woman
crazy woman
woman with a slowed heart
women with a serrated tongue
just a tired little woman

i can collapse into myself
fold up like an emergency blanket
buttoned up and beautiful
shut off from
them

i created them
paper little wrongs with pretty dresses
ties and shoes
I'm just fine
bring me my pillow
leave me alone

it's...
not stopping
it will last until tomorrow
tomorrow my savior
i will bake cookies and wear pearls
as i cry at today's feet
smoothing my paper dress
smiling as I pick
apart the seams

[rsdadi]

Powerful stuff...reminding me what's real/what's important (what's painful)...making it hard to now get back to work. But that's ok. Honestly, I'd rather be moved then worry about this expense report.


Thank you,
Lee

[~poet]

Always a kind word, thank you

[solou2]

you are amazing absolutly amazing girl man please do write a book or get a book with your poetry published very bold and with profound breaking beauty damn. your words really spoke to me and humbled my bitterness in the same moment. wow......

[LadyMenyce]

Poet...these are like favorite movie or song...so wonderful I had to read them twice.

Thank your for sharing...and inspiring!

LadyM

[~poet]

thank you

[~poet]

Ocean of stone

When you touch me
You are the ocean
wild and unrestricted
you immerse me
without constraint

Stone becomes liquid
I dip my toes into you
clinging to the surface
until you gently pull me under

I hold my breath
free falling into the darkness
waves wash over me
hands and mouth

Ebb
the deliberate retreat
my skin becomes sand
greedily absorbing
the memory of your tide

Flow
that feeling of urgency
caught in the undertow
body jolting
scratching the water
fighting to the end

Ebb
the glorious torture
my mind still strong
my body spent
won't be long now

Flow
I feel it building
the gulls are waiting
floating for hours
I hear the plane

Silence
then a whisper like a breeze
"succumb"
my body obeys
I release my grip

sinking
my ocean of stone covering me
like a liquid blanket
making me comfortable
while I drown

[~poet]

This house is cold
I turned the lights on in every room
and the television too loud

The back bedroom is empty again
Little bed without warmth
Cars and posters
And those books that mock me
Runaway bunny
…runaway

Sometimes I revel in the silence
No spills or talk
I walk naked behind my walls
And sleep past seven

Most times I curse the silence
Busy my hands
Busy my thoughts
Toss and turn wishing I were a drunk

Little man of mine
You’re smarter than I
Pure and resilient
In your alabaster skin

I can sit for hours
Remembering how it felt
Swollen belly and breasts
When pioneer women took over my body

I sat cross-legged
Balancing you in my lap
You’d find my hair
And tug yourself to sleep

I didn’t put you down
Those first two years on my hip
They all thought I was crazy
But I knew you would grow

And now

This house is quiet without you
No spills on the weekends
No toys in the tub
No other anyone

Just me

Flat belly
Flat house
You leave the cap off every Friday
Now all the bubbles are gone

[FemmeLovinBoi]

This is very beautiful Poet. Your writing is wonderful. Thank you for sharing your gift.

[annastaciapa]

(((Poet))))

Your work is amazing. Thank you for sharing this. It brought tears to my eyes and think of my daughter. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Anna

[IDontWearAny]

Poet, if I never saw your pictures and only read your word I would still see your beauty. Your talents seem endless. Thank you for sharing. You are amazing and a blessing to all that you come in contact with.

[Gothic Baby]

I love your poetry Poet. Very deep.

[tommy]

Poet dear friend.
You the real renaissance girl, have struck us down again, this time with your pen.

And we all stand there, exhale and say "Ah."

Rembrandt with brush.

Shakespear with pen.

I'm so glad to call you friend.

tommy Annie's meat, sorry couldn't resist. lolol.

[pagandyke]

Cyber hug for making me feel better with words. You weave the words like you weave the fabric.

You are a goddess.

Pagan, newest member of the Poet fan club

[hrh]

Your words make my heart so full, full of sadness that he leaves and full of happiness that he returns. Your words makes my womb skip a beat. You can feel the love you feel for your son through your words.
Not many people can do that.
You are amazing.

hrh

[~poet]

wow
thank you all .....

there is no better compliment to me, then when someone "gets me"...and when something you've done can be applied to someone else, their life, their situation..... taking them to private, quiet places within themselves.......well, there is nothing better for me.

thank you again