Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flawless and whole,
run b a r e f o o t
without any cares
They p l a y with the night
through storm-cloudy dreams
flying in and around
s o m e w h e r e s
F a s t e n me
to my childish heart
with t h o s e little
pieces of string
And lift me through
love's w i n d y caress
over the moon to go
s o a r i n g
Tie my s w e e t lovey
EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
color to my face, my
beating heart pounding faster
at the sight of you. I feel
my nerves stretch
strain to keep up with the
rhythm of blood's rushing race.
It simmers my senses,
scalding within me and I'm
sweating quietly inside
You come inches away and I'm
blinded by your vivid
orange sunlight aura
piercing me. I blink
rapidly, cannot breathe
your face draws in,
pressing soft pillows to my mouth...
and your bite is juicy--
--it runs down my chin in mango delights--
tasting like you and
my senses scream in ecstasy
at your tenuous flavor quenching my silly girlish dreams
and catching my musical voice in thrumming vibrations
inside my internal string instruments.
We leave bright orange-red
d r i p d r o p s
trailing behind us on polished floors
--evidences of our displayed careless passion--
to be wiped up in a napkin
and tossed in the trash.
Whispering through EternitySuddenly I felt like my entire life was insignificant. I was standing near the edge of what, to me, appeared to be the end of the earth and the beginning of something else...could it be heaven?Whispering through Eternity6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stood in awe, silent and reverent, humbled by the magnificence that surrounded me. I was so small. What purpose could I have on this big beautiful world? What significance were all those worries I had earlier today. So what if my mother lost her wedding ring yesterday. So what if my purse ripped today. So what if my wallet ran out of cash. I had the sudden urge to throw it all...everything...right over the edge. For what meaning did it have? Next to everything else, what was the point?
The wind picked up and lifted my hair from my shoulders, cooling my neck and brushing the heat from my forehead. I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean dusty scent wafting into my face and something within me began to glow. Tears sprang to my eyes before I could stop them and I didn't feel insignificant anym
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lightning quick, talented,
and oh, oh-so beautiful
and her days are truly just beginning
As she sits in Science class, writing out
frolicsome metaphors brimming with emotion
her confidence is pining
from deep hurts and a broken heart
yet she finds inspiration most in unhappiness
So she scribbles down painful thoughts
amongst her oblivious classmates,
hoping the words will come
Her skin radiates sunlight, as
Phillipine blood runs in her veins,
and she rests her head in Thailand sunsets.
Her travels have led her to Cambodia-
snapping pictures along the way-
and she sees that the same sunny sky in her own
is reflected in the eyes of those strangers
she has found
oh, oh-so beautiful.
Her words jump out
in bright and vivid colors
leaving her fingerprints on your heartstrings.
Just Love"Why do you love me?"Just Love6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'd asked this question countless of times before, but never seemed to understand the answer. The answer was always different, yet it was never solid and never was reason enough for me. Things like, "because you're beautiful" or "because you're a great mother" or the infamous "because you love me." They all seemed obvious. Still not good enough reasons to me. The reason for my disbelief was given in his answer this time.
"I don't know."
At first I didn't know how to respond. I could have been offended. But I wasn't. Then he continued.
"Probably for the same reason you love me."
Suddenly it made sense why I kept asking the question. I was feigning humility, wishing to know the answer not just to understand him, but to understand myself. I needed ideas to come up with my own reasons for loving him.
"I don't know either."
We sat in silence then,
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
caressing your senses for an instant
before moving on to wherever we all go.
I hope my gentle touch isn't too brisk
and that the chill doesn't
leave your nose bitten by frost
when I've gone,
but instead I wish to be
comforting coolness on a sunny hillside
to sweep over your moist hot body
and provide relief to you for a time.
And you shall remember those happy times.
I hope that in the memory of me you will recall
the pleasant scent of cinnamon or ginger
mixed with rose petals or lavender
and so every time you walk by that bakery we know
or stroll through our garden
you will think of me
Smile. Because it's a pleasant memory.
I hope you'll not only feel it in the breeze
but also hear me whisper there softly
those most heartfelt words you long to hear
and know I'd say. Know I'm saying.
It's those fleeting moments
that I hope you'll cherish in your mind
and remember me.
Christmas Plum JamIt was to be a different kind of Christmas this year for the little family who had packed up their little home into a little white trailer. They had then driven the many far-reaching miles to the big beautiful mountains and white sparkling snow of the state of Utah so Daddy could start school by the big Y on the mountainside.Christmas Plum Jam5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Little Jimmy and Krissy helped Mommy at home during the day, while Daddy was at school. As the holidays grew closer, worry lines began to appear on Mommy's face as she contemplated what to do about presents this year.
One day Mommy had an idea. She had recently learned how to make jam and wanted to give jars of jam as Christmas presents to friends and family.
So Mommy and Daddy took Jimmy and Krissy to the store to pick up some supplies for the jam. But while at the store, they found they only had enough to buy the jars and the sugar. They didn't have enough to buy any fruit for the jam. Mommy was s
A Genteel InvitationO my love, with hair like goldA Genteel Invitation6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your beauty torments my heart to scold
I am but a fool fainting to thy will
Please come to meet me upon Treasure Hill
I will await you beside the water's glass
Under the roof by the deck I'll await you, my lass
Until the sky darkens one hundred fold
I'll wait for you, my love, until the weather turns cold
Please come to meet me upon Treasure Hill
O that my heart breaks, if only you will
Peace Is...PeacePeace Is...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath bare toes
Speckles of sunlight
filtered through leaves
falls softly on smooth, warm skin
Heat rises humidly
from the body
along Earth's surface.
Her light breath brushes
the heat from damp skin
like a fly
as eyes trail the
lines of a page
Not So SmallFeeling small in aNot So Small6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
big world, insignificant
Yet you count on me
Picture of DeathIt's so coldPicture of Death7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bare pale feet rest
on solid stone earth
Plain gray dress
shifts slightly in the breeze
Pale glassy eyes
cold as slate
A raspy gasp
stolen from her chalky lips
shatters the silence
Her breathe forms a plume
in the wintry air
It rises above her head
a fountain of steam
connecting her frigid form
to the gray sky
Black tresses swirl around her
Her eyes close coldly
and she falls
graceful as a bird
plummeting to silence