Time to rise
Face the day
Learn to live
Don’t hide away
See the chance
And have fun
Try not to fear
The setting sun
Let hope spring
Let fear fall
Here’s my chance
To have it all
Category: poetry
Magic
Bottled up, trying to hide, but making it’s way to the outside.
Can’t be contained in plastic or glass, finding freedom from the past.
Breathing and growing in the air, it won’t be stifled, that’s just unfair.
Shake it up, let it out, being shared is what it’s about.
Come out magic, find a way, you can’t stay captured even one more day.
Learn to live, free and clear, drift off away and don’t be steered.
Leave that pretty bottle, dance in nature’s sound.
You are needed, you are welcome,
You will be found.
My Dance
He destroyed me
In the most
Perfect way
Now I can
DANCE
Free
Of the concrete
That was my
Armour
The whole world
Watches
As I dance
Over the line
Between
Knowing me
And
Being known
Today I perform
The finale
For Him
quiet tears
like a world colored without green
like a sunrise without the atmosphere
like a kiss without feeling
like a beauty without a face
like a giggle without a smile
like scars without memory
like anger without release
like all those quiet tears
spilled without a loving embrace
you can learn to live without
but nothing will ever be the same
Chasing Rainbows
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You won’t escape me, I will capture you.
I catch you, sneaking around the dew drops…
You can’t get away, I always find you.
I watch you, pretending to be a reflection from a gem…
You should stop acting, I know it’s you.
I’ll continue for always.
Because inside that beauty, draped in perfection, and lit up with hope…
I know you’re there!
Come out! Come out and play, sweet magic!
Don’t make me chase rainbows everyday…
Birthday Wish (for Monsieur Modigliani)
If I could pool all of my magic
to grant one wish
one single wish
If I could wield the power of my words
to give one blessing
one single blessing
If I could mobilize the friendship you’ve granted me
to create one gift
one single gift
I would find a way to give to you
Something
which might repay
Your support, your mentorship, your wit, your charm, your gentleness, your wisdom, your hopes, your guidance, your humility, your honesty, your balance, your fervor, your spirituality, your insecurity, your strength, and your talent…
But all I can give to you
Is my promise.
A single, but powerful promise.
I swear to always be your friend.
From that day, many, many months ago, when you called me Missy (with no intent on using my childhood nickname) at a time when she needed to be seen, known, and comforted.
From that cold, Sunday afternoon when you chatted with me, giving me insight into myself, my needs, my insecurities, that I had blatantly ignored… A slap in the face that I needed, so desperately.
From those mornings where the tables were turned, and it was you who needed an ear or a thought.
From all of those moments that you supported me, during the times when I had no one else to turn to.
From a day, not so long ago, that I wasn’t brave enough to ask for your help… but knew that you would have given it, if I had.
To all of the tiny moments in between…
Where sometimes, just your words gave me solace.
And to many, many moments to come…
My Birthday Wish
for you, Sir, is
forever friendship.
I hope today and everyday after is filled with bliss or tempered with comfort.
Happy Birthday, Sir!
And hey: Glitter your front, next time!! 😉 You know, for Cinn… *giggles*
Hands in my hair
I stand, staring at you.
Punishing you with my eyes.
But I cannot look directly at you, not for long.
My fingers betray me, reaching out to you. To rake softly through that lovely beard. To skim tenderly over those sweet lips. To magnetize you, so desperate to wake the beast within.
So he might fight with me.
So he might frighten me.
So he might fuck me.
You stand motionless. Frozen. Like a dream.
My mind and heart, they’re arguing. Fighting the facts, and memorizing the ache that bears your name. That hurt fuels my magic and beckons me to look up. Look again. Look at you.
I swim in the crystal depth of those pale, sad eyes.
My mind quiets,
My heart stops,
My body lightens…
And I feel
Your hands in my hair.
Where they are meant to be.
Your breath on my skin.
Where it is meant to be.
Your lips on my forehead.
Where they are meant to be.
Your hands.
In my hair.
Where they were meant to be, all along.
Fearless
I wish we could swim in a pool of my words,
Warm and comforted by the heart of my creations,
And then you would drown in their meaning.
I wish we could dine on beautiful, expensive china,
Drinking our feelings like wine out of the finest crystal,
And then you would choke on the poison of my spirit.
I wish we could snuggle on the softest blankets,
Revelling in the exquisite grace of our connection,
And then you would suffocate under the weight of your dereliction.
I wish I could sit in your lap, and you could embrace me,
Inhaling the magic you so easily brought out of me,
And then you would choke on the staleness that you’ve left me with.
I wish I could kiss you, just one kiss,
Before slicing you open to bleed at my feet,
Then I could dip my fingers in your wickedness
And rub it into my deliciously, desperate skin.
I hate you.
I love to hate you.
It is a beautiful hate.
Because it makes me fearless.
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Hasty’s 31 Days of Horror link up… because I just can’t get enough!
The Dark and Light
“Do you see that spot, that place where the clouds touch the sun?”
“Yes, sweet girl… It’s beautiful.”
“Do you think that is where heaven is?”
“I don’t think heaven has quite such a fixed position.”
“I used to believe things about heaven… about who I might meet there one day.”
“Used to? You don’t anymore?”
“I don’t know. I think my idea of what heaven is has changed.”
“Tell me, little one.”
“Maybe heaven isn’t in the clouds, all white and comfortable… perhaps it’s really in the sun, where our spirits might feed the glow and light up the earth. Maybe heaven is really about fulfilling our destiny, ending our existence with something magical…”
“So, you don’t believe you’ll see your family again? Or friends? Or the loves of your life?”
“Not with my eyes, they are part of my body. I won’t hear them or touch them or get to kiss them…”
“That is sad, baby.”
“No, it is real. The human spirit has so much potential, I can’t imagine wasting it sitting around on clouds all day.”
“You have grown. Such strong ideas. But, what of God? Have you lost your faith?”
“God wouldn’t want us to be trapped within the limitations of our relationships. I think my idea takes Him into account more than yours.”
“Perhaps… Who can say?”
“Not you.”
“No. Not me.”
“I will be a solar flare. My spirit will burn hotter and brighter than many others, and I will be felt in our very atmosphere. My light will shine further than you could even imagine. A spark of magic that will not go unnoticed.”
“And what of me?”
“…Darkness is powerful, too.”
“But not as powerful as light, pretty girl. The dark will always be overtaken by the light.”
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