Longing

Wanting you is pain;  a fervent need coursing through my veins,  burning, consuming, devouring,  annihilating my every thought.     Desiring you is swallowing acid, eating through my flesh  leaving me raw and exposed vulnerable to the elements.   Longing for you  is like contemplating a storm that approaches, it brings dread, dark clouds and violent…

Gravity

I am up in the clouds thinking about you Gravity has failed me, I drift with the wind current Just wondering Dreaming like dreamers do I am floating without control Gravity has failed me, soon I will be lost And I’m wondering Dreaming like dreams do You were suppose to catch me as I came…

Tribute

Originally posted on This Mortal Flesh:
I once wished upon a star— sent a bottled message to a siren— I asked for my prospermind to unbolt my plea so peppered with dulcet words this eclectic mindset opened me to new and endless possibilities; if only I could retrace my steps—follow back the crumbs of my…

Twenty and Four

Time passes like a coward that runs from its death, trampling over me, marking me with its dirty shoes, each day aging me more and more, like an overused notebook collecting experiences, memories and sadness on my pages. Twenty and four of earth’s years have inhabited this body, they have laid me to bed each night…

Two Worlds

A fight between peace and war, a struggle between the rich and the poor. An ocean of blood shed because of stupid decisions and an irreparable crash of morality. The sun turns to black in their world but in ours it shines like gold. We close out all the windows to the outside and open…

Heart Ache

I do not know which I detest the most; my sadness or missing you. I have a void I cannot fill and its swallowing me in, I have a hurt I cannot cure, I feel defeated. My heart is a bleeding ulcer. My hope drips, a putrefied black ooze, from the gap where your love…

It Rains in My Heart

I want to speak with all sincerity because I have not been totally honest with anyone. Truth has not  decorated my words and I have hidden reality under a rug. It rains in my heart; day after day my heart suffers under storms of sadness and bitterness, storms that circle constantly with no way out….

The Mercy of the Female Mind

Where wild flowers bloom, grass valleys dance in the blowing breeze and spring showers make everything glossy, lies the merciful female mind. Something precarious and sometimes obscure but mostly kind and benevolent. Sometimes dressed in pink satin dresses but mostly in naked skin. A siren, an enchantress, a fairy luring men with its song, magic…

Silently beautifully written

“In the middle of loving conversations, intricate thoughts make silently beautiful comments into the quiet listening ears that make the irises laugh.” Silently Beautiful, JSR When I first wrote this verse for my poem Silently Beautiful I was not thinking of what a deeper meaning those words can have. I think I was 17 when…

The Dreamer

There are days when my mind likes to wander and visit unrealistic worlds, magical worlds that only in my dreams can exist, things that only in dreams can come true. My mind envisions fairy tales and myths come alive in my own life; their fortunate happenings are my own, and I always receive the happy…

The Bluebird and the Bee

A stray little buzzing bee whispered into my ear, this morning under the blazing September sun, that your eyes had wandered my way that my face had captured your heart. But as the bee, as the messenger, flew to a flower, I was left neither smitten nor enchanted; my head was not foggy, my legs…

Why I Write

I write for the pages that contain my story, for the only ones that listen to my sorrows; the quiet pages that don’t talk back. I write to them because it releases my anger. I write to discover my passion, to let it be known to the ones I love and hate, to discover it…