Collected Poetry
I decided to gather all of my assorted poems and short prose into one, that way I can just add to this entry later. Funny how they're all on the same theme- written years apart, but I guess some things don't change, lol.
Imagination (2004)
Sometimes I dream of touching my lips to yours,
But it's always a wisp of imagination.
Yet I can almost feel your skin on mine,
Even as my heart weeps in silent lamentation.
I try to hide behind veiled eyes,
Trying to hide my stare.
I catch your eye and look away,
Not wanting you to know I care.
I know the pain I feel is false,
For teens 'fall in love' all the time.
Yet even when I may crush another,
You will always cause the bells of my heart to chime.
I watch you as you gaze at nothing,
I see your smile soft.
I give a sigh and close my eyes,
As the wings of imagination carry me aloft.
Passion. (2007)
A Kiss. Passionate and hungry, it fills your being and obliviates your very senses. Sweeping you into a whirling vortex, its force can drive you to your knees. The only greater force is when such passion is suddenly taken away from you. Forget falling to your knees, you're on the ground and down for the count.
Sometimes, having a vivid imagination really, really blows.
Innocence(2008)
A group of friends comes together,
Discussion turns to classic themes of love, passion, and betrayal
The quietest speaks into a shocked silence -
Not so often is heard a whore's words from a virgin's mouth.
The not so innocent she.
A fairytale dreamer of worldly mind,
The quiet observer is loquacious in her imagination.
A wealth of fantasies trickles into her day,
Tantalizing her dreams and awakening her desires.
She reads of what she does not know,
Her mind is scarlet while her body is pure,
A scorpion bathed in innocence.
She meets a boy in her last summer of childhood -
He seeks easy pleasure while her desires are more permanent.
Near summer's end, now savage with need,
On a lonely corner he steals her first kiss,
Taking by force what no one has touched.
In tears she flees, the first of her fantasies destroyed,
And a bit of her innocence is lost.
She grows older, willing to forget until a kiss means nothing,
She takes lovers - but not of her bed.
That remains to a fervent hope that romantic fantasy and truth might be the same.
The wiser cynic within knows the truth, but the dreamer refuses to listen.
She tries to remain steadfast, as hope slowly fades,
Oh how innocence hurts when it dies.
With age comes reluctant acceptance,
And the dreamer succumbs to reality.
In time she meets one she learns to love,
Knowing that her prince would never come.
On the night of the wedding she lies beside him as his bride,
And a shooting star signals the loss of the last of her fancies.
The end of innocence.
A pleasant marriage, but no blinding love,
The quiet woman stays at home, as wife to her husband,
With only that purpose left.
He rises in his work, a prominent firm, with late nights and long lunches,
Often forgetting the unobtrusive spouse.
Until that fateful day, a doctor's visit, reveals the hidden truth -
The end of the line.
The husband withdraws to work, now oft to curse a useless bride,
While the wife roams the empty home, her life as barren as her body.
The final straw.
With no more fancies, no dreams for the future,
She flees once more to the faery world,
Back to where her dreams are fact,
Back to princes ever there to kiss her fears -reality- away,
Back to Passion.
Back to Happiness.
Back to Innocence.
The fairytale dreamer of childlike mind,
Creator of her own happily ever after -
Innocence is bliss.
The Road (2008)
The road goes on,
as life passes you by.
All old friends seem to pass by the wayside.
Oh dear friends, will I ever see you again?
Tears were shed,
jokes were played,
witnessed by the mem'ries made.
That's all that time will leave to us,
for to walk separate paths now we must.
Oh dear friends, will I ever see you again?
The road goes ever on,
but will yours and mine ever cross?
Mem'ry lane is indeed long,
but will it be long enough?
Step, Dice, and The Path (2009)
The Path
I await your pleasure,
for it in turn determines my own.
What would you have me do?
For I would take no step that you do not prompt-
though once begun I would glady walk along your path.
Maybe then we will walk together for a time,
but if not, might our paths parallel until the next meeting?
If you would walk a separate path, be assured that I would not follow,
for I only seek to walk at your side.
Until that time comes, though it may never, I will be content to walk alone.
Step
A little step is all it would take.
Do I dare?
It's only a little step...
Just a breath. A few words, really.
And yet...
A single step would create the bridge.
One single footprint would start the trail.
One breath would tell the truth.
One step... a giant leap.
A figurative leap into your arms.
Oh how I wish I could...
Do I dare?
You could let me fall,
(I may already have)
Do I take the chance?
Do I take the first step?
Do I dare?
Dice
No... hold back...don't do it...
Roll the die, check the will power...
Damn. Epic fail.
My D20's jinxed. Yes, that's the answer I give.
Give me a new one. And another. And another.
Whatever it takes.
And yet... did I really actually want to win that roll?
...No.
That Which We Call A Daylily (2009)
The daylily turns away from the sun,
Ashamed.
She cannot bear the warmth
for she deserves it not.
How does a flower tell the sun that she craves the moon instead?
The warmth beats down on her, enveloping her;
She cannot hide.
She yearns for rain clouds-
The sun may weep but she would free-
To await the moon's rising.
Fin
[Author's notes: A Scorpion is an old symbol for Passion. Step, Dice, and The Path were all written at once, in one sitting. Also, Daylillies are actual nocturnal flowers. These were all written for my own. Read and enjoy, or not. Comments upon them are welcome, though.]