Posts Tagged ‘writing

30
Nov
09

Easy

How should I be?
Amazing, super,
wonderful and fine?

Has magic suddenly
taken me over
trasformed me
into a super Fairy,
all powerful,
and all immune?

I can say, fine, great,
I am wonderful.
but then that would be a lie.

Never in my life
have I been so encouraged
to pretend that truth
is not important.

Never have I felt
so disbelieved
by those around me.

Others feeling comfortable
with my answer is much more
paramount to good
conversation, and easy
human interaction.

I do wish it was
easy to lie for you,
but it is not.

None of this is easy.

27
Nov
09

Title

From the way
they talk
the way
they look

at me

should I really add
a title to the end
of my name

Princess of Pain.
she who lives
in it,
and with it.
never a break
never stopping

But do I really need
a title?

Can’t I just be
a girl?

who sings
who writes
and loves to be in love?
who tends and
loves to feed
any who want to eat
the crazy creations
she whips up.

Pain may haunt me,
may teach me daily,
may color my every move
but it is not me.

It is just a veil
a thin line
that separates me
way further  away
from others
than I every
really believed.

23
Nov
09

Flamenca

And her arms snake
through the air
like the curling smoke
gently rising off
the tip of the cigarette
laying in a plastic
black ash tray

She paints the melody
in diaphanous  air
through the tips
of her fingers
languid and watery

The rhythm pulses
with her steady
heartbeat
feet declaring
the passage of time

Body throbbing
with the music
possessed to move
with the vigorous
Sound

Dance
united, one
with the sound
Dancer and music
are not separate
but flow connected
as damp newborn
Spring pours itself
into naked Summer.

22
Nov
09

Rest

Such a whirlwind
Sucks a mind from
Its beloved home.
A whirlwind of chaos
The world spinning
Too fast for anyone
To catch up to it
Fully.

Longing for peace
Longing for home
Of Love,
Of Harmony,
Both of which
This dervish spinning world
Feels devoid of
During a mundane day.

Give me late evening
Give me bed
Give me Love
That makes all the chaos
Dissolve behind the mountains
As the sun crawls toward
The next dawn.

I would live,
Hibernate forever
A sleeping bear,
In the peace of a night
Full of Love.

12
Nov
09

Whip It All Into One Tornado

I begin a serious quest to blog consistently.  I had 3 different blogs, and found it crazy to keep up with them all in different places.  Here they are all together.  I can write randomly about anything and it will all be together!  All my writing, my words, my thoughts, here for me to see, and anyone else who might be interested in the chaos that seeps from my consciousness.  Enjoy the insanity.  I sure do, no matter how awful or amazing.  Whip it all up into one big tornado of thought and being.  Here I am

06
Nov
09

The Last Sunshine

The sun has faded
too quickly.
The bright light
evaporates into murkiness.
The last good day
of beautiful,
burning rays
on my sun-thirsty
skin.

This body will be dehydrated
at least till April.

Parched and stuck
till I can bare
my polka-dotted arms again
and free my stifled toes
from strangling socks.

A blanket of cold gray and snow
looms as the next sunrise
crawls over the mountain peaks

Naked with sunshine
is best.

10
Sep
09

Clash

The day
to the night.
Dark crystal.
And then
the clear.

So the
poor bird,
dead
lies on
the hot
sidewalk

She walks
her dog
slowly,
staring
down the
gray sky

My cactus
keeps growing
higher
for three
years,
I’ve kept
it alive,
somehow

So obvious,
this whole
poem.

Unimportant,
as words are
to death
and life

And yet,
I write.
Still