EcstasyHeat scorches skin rushingEcstasy3 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
A Portrait of A PoetShe spends most days dreaming of beingA Portrait of A Poet3 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 Thailan
Distorted Reflection I thoughtDistorted Reflection2 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
An EverydayThe sky changesAn Everyday4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before my eyes
on the horizon
Winterfresh FlamesA piece of gum,Winterfresh Flames2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your words roll like winterfresh breath
from your lips, carving the air into ice sculptures,
slowly freezing the torn edges of what I once had thought was truth.
A refreshing sensation yet it has chilled me into my place and your words are
written on my skin like frostbitten-blue tattoos.
Give me cinnamon.
You cease utterance and the air falls, thrown aside and
cast into shatters of melting glass,
quenching my flaming heart.
I feel the steam in my chest.
I used to feel protected by the lukewarm everyday
but this simultaneous heat and frost has altered the things I once knew.
Your presence sets shivers through my s
Childish HeartsChildish h e a r t s,Childish Hearts3 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
tummy talkinghalfway between her head and her toestummy talking2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i spend most my life beneath a veil
too thick to see through but warm and soft
and i'm comfortable here, shielded from the prying, judgmental eye
which i know she avoids even more then i do
the usual is a glimpse of light
when one piece of cloth is replaced with another
and once in a while i get to see myself when she finds a private moment to peer at me
sometimes her green eyes seem curious, gazing at our reflection in the glass
at other times she is loathsome and i wonder what i could have done
to make her hate me so much
but i especially like the hot showers she gives me
where i am complete
Making Deals with the WindI used to make deals with the wind.Making Deals with the Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She'd blow for me, and I'd sing for her.
She'd take the sound of my voice and immediately whisk it away to some far-off place
like a secret only she could hear.
Perhaps she would deliver the message to some unknown someone far away.
One who truly cared.
She'd softly blow away all my cares and worries with my song,
and I felt she was the most loyal and caring friend I had. The only one I had.
Sometimes I thought she might be angry with me.
She'd blow my hair so hard it would whip my face
It felt like a lashing.
But the times I really knew she was mad were when she held so st
Through My WindowHer house was the one next to mine. Yesterday, it had the "FOR SALE" sign just outside next to the mailbox and today, they're moving in. I saw her get out of the truck and just about had to scrape my face off the window. Luckily, my bedroom window faced the street where I watched her help her parents unload the moving truck. They had a lot of stuff. After about an hour, my mom knocked on the door telling me I should go help. I think she knew I'd like the girl. I wasn't too curious about a lot of other girls from my school because I'd watched them all grow from that awkward elementary school stage. But this girl she was newThrough My Window3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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 Jam2 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
The Memory of MomentsLife passes like a scent drifting on the flowing breezeThe Memory of Moments3 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
Steps to My Squishy SideEight means bring me something specialSteps to My Squishy Side2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
make sure it smells good.
Seven means bring me something yummy
make sure it comes in chocolate.
Six means bring me something written
make sure you use pretty words.
Five means bring me something secret
make sure it's only for me.
Four means bring me something yours
make sure you trust me enough.
Three means bring me something that's just you
make sure there's nothing missing.
Two means take what I want to give back
make sure you keep it precious.
One means never letting any of it go
make sure that means forever.
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 Eternity3 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
High on Pink Rose PetalsHigh on Pink Rose Petals3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cool breezes brush the sunny heat
off pale freckled skin and
Hazel-brown eyes look up
watching the blue and white movement in the sky
through the dancing leaves surrounding white tree-bark
Soft cool velvet tickles the senses
and she drinks it in through smiles and heartbeats
High on the scent of pink rose petals
the first breath afterwardstatic runs within my veinsthe first breath afterward2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and pricks my toes
sending numb sensations through
my body in waves and i am the snow on the screen
hushing the room with its noise
a distant screaming crowd
roaring as they fall and fade
my hair sticks to my neck
and heat drips from my skin
leaving pathways for electric currents
to travel their course
give me life again
but i can't breath
my throat is full of sand
the salty taste catches flies
and throws them out again
as my body convulses
my eyes fill and overflow
bees escaping through my tears
stinging as they fly away
black specks in above blue
leaving laughter behind that falls to
the last timeit's been such a longtimethe last time3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
and the last thing on my mind was ever to hurt you
we wanted everything and it was within our grasp
but tonight as we watched the snow fall
your arms no longer held me
although i was crying out for their touch
your breath no longer touched my neck
and now as i look back i cant remember how it felt
so we watched the snow fall together but alone
alone in our thoughts watching the snow
so gently it fell each flake adding to the blanket we stood upon
a white blanket on the ground with two shadows
every single flake adding to my own white blanket
and so i took a step and you didnt move
and i walked slowly an
Who Goes First?I won't hug youWho Goes First?2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
until you say you're sorry.
I won't say I'm sorry
until you give me a hug.
Giving Up the SugarThere was a little pig-tailed girlGiving Up the Sugar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who wanted the winter pony with the strawberry hooves,
but she got the dirty brown one instead.
Her sister got the white one.
What she wanted wasn't that important
There was a young wide-eyed girl
who wanted the pretty boy with the blueberry eyes
but she took the silly boy with the muddy eyes instead.
He liked her, and really,
what she wanted
wasn't that important
There was a young even-tempered woman
who wanted her wedding with the blackberry-lipstick roses
but she had the puny pink poppies instead.
Her friend had the red roses, and besides,
what she wanted
wasn't that impo
SplintersI grew from the ground,Splinters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
developing from flimsy
to hardened wood,
weathered and matured,
growing thick skin
to cover the scars.
Then my perfume echoed and
the sound shook the ground around me.
And I fell into the hands that
brought me to you.
You smelled different, sweeter.
And you said you liked my scent too.
Our scents, cedar and spruce
combined, filling the air
with passion, romance, love..
and we stuck ourselves together that day-
joined by lavender glue.
Our union was strong,
strong enough to feel as though
we would never part-
But if only it had lasted forever.
and with the time, chan
Our First Christmas TreeI've seen many beautiful trees at Christmas time. Some have such elaborate decorations in specific color schemes and so many ornaments I could spend hours looking at it and still miss some of them. I've even seen a tree which had lights that could dance and twinkle in time with the holiday music that played along. But of every tree I have seen throughout the years, one still stands in my memory as the most beautiful tree.Our First Christmas Tree2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
That Christmas, our small family decided that instead of our usual day-trip to Grandma's house, we would be staying at home for the first time. We knew it would be a smaller Christmas with less frills and presents, but