WitchcraftCall me SarahWitchcraft1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
was all she said
and I had the uncomfortable
feeling of being haunted.
I let her legs
and red nails
do the talking -
stories I grew up
not believing in,
silver spoons and moons
hung so low
I could taste them,
and autumn lost
between her shoulders.
I never said the right words
and night retreated
when she turned her head
We let the candles burn -
rich foliage of air
the only traces left.
Once apon a wish.I wish you there! when my heart dose brakeOnce apon a wish.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
so very often this for the worlds sake
I try to bare all, for this life so wrong
but to heal it takes time oh my word so long
All I ask is a comforting hand
someone to be there when no one else can
To live in such pain and unloved despair
To find all freedom is a lie and unfair
But in my life time this will not be
to air as human and set our self's free
I love you all from the depth of my soul
and maybe one day I will find myself whole.
Why are you quiet? Why are you quiet?Why are you quiet? 2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This from a man who complains I talk too much
So either I talk too much or I am mad
I am not intelligent enough to be quiet I guess...
Why can't I be quiet, is there a need for me to talk
Maybe I don't want to talk to you
Maybe I have nothing to say
Maybe I want some quiet for a moment
Maybe just maybe I am mad at you
Reasons who knows I am a woman we have so many
There is no point in fighting about anything
So stop asking me what is wrong, before you hate the answer!
CometYou told me to be a comet -Comet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to grow new wings
and sit out on the roof
and watch the men gather
like seals upon the rocks,
their voices threadbare
warping the wooden pilings
underneath their feet.
You said I was a magnet -
north facing and truant,
missing my arms and legs;
while out in the street
the rain made the dogs go mad
and all the poets were starving
and swallowing their fathers.
You promised you would
take me back with you,
your charity in my pockets
and let me wash myself clean
in your lily pale whys-
my belly slit like a barbarian,
warm and inviting you in -
Both of us remembering
to lock up heaven's gate
and leave no traces
of our bleeding
or any silent sounds
our mothers could identify
and send to call us home.
Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes aliveWings Of Grace8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,Every Journey Has An Ending7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in an certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to app
TattooHear me read itTattoo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I splashed black ink onto your spine;
unintentional as I frenzied and fawned
to try and catch the elusive thought.
You patiently waited for me to return,
out of breath and triumphant, with my trophy.
We hung it on wood next to the elk.
In my haste to write of the love of you,
I'd written in you. I'd marked you as mine,
as my words intoxicated your weak heart.
The ink had permeated your flesh, your blood,
until it silted, deep inside you,
a permanent, unedited, tattoo of our love.
Cat LadyWhen I grow oldCat Lady2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the crazy cat lady
all the neighbors talk about.
I will dwell
in a house of sycamore
and live off taffy and gin,
and paint my ceilings yellow.
I will dangle carrots
off the clothesline
and only bathe on Sundays.
I will keep 47 cats
(or maybe 63)
and give them names
like Cumberbund and Camembert
and let them sleep in the kitchen sink
where they can dream of midnight raids
on the pantry-
of sardines poached in pepper sauce
and mocking bird and beetle pie
and we will fish off the crumbling pier.
I will tie bells to their tails
to warn the birds
they are invited for a meal
and watch them flying over
their wings a tell tale
sigh of autumn weather.
And at night we will curl
up on the porch
fur bristling under blankets
and October's jumbled moon
to dream of chasing
mice among the rafters.