tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63252006304282444932024-03-07T20:09:43.201-08:00Poems from the Blue PlaneOne blog is not enough to contain the poetry in my heart.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-17367720399027474662012-07-04T06:29:00.000-07:002012-07-04T06:29:07.247-07:00El Arte del AmorDespacio,
Despacio.
Tenemos toda la noche.
Tranquilo,
Ten cuidado con mi Corazon.
Manana seramos decir, “Adios.”
Pero en este momento
Nuestro tiempo es la cosa que es el mas importante
Solo este tiempo contigo, amor.
“Te quiero.”
Mis expectativos del este tiempo no son los mismos del mis experiencias.
We whisper softly in the growing dusk,
Connection ripens,
Fecund with soft undertones,
Of promise,
Like soft wind breathe on my face.
Your lips hover against my neck,
Soft, downy pillows, on my bare flesh.
I feel your breathe on my neck,
The slight stubble on your chin,
And I shiver softly,
Discovering in the warm ocean breeze, a hint of some unexpected future.
“Te quiero.”
Dispacio,
No me duele.
Me gusta mucho.
Ten cuidado con mi corazón, mi amor.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-62138205026673142232011-07-14T10:23:00.000-07:002011-07-14T10:31:59.731-07:00Some stuff for Naropa Summer Writing Program<span style="font-style:italic;">Assignment # 2- Meditate on a piece of trash and then describe it and make it beautiful or alive for the reader.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Vision of an Ashtray</span><br /><br />Gray, white, and black dusting of ash lines the base of the aluminum basin.<br />Watermarks stain the metal in shades of brown, gray, and black.<br />The pallet dulled with age.<br />The interior of the can is also stained.<br />Black smudges spot the walls like constellations.<br />These are contrasted by a galaxy of white dots, gray debris and sticky, old gum.<br /><br />Occasional smoke wafts from ill-stubbed cigarette butts.<br />The smell is at once pleasant, and acrid.<br />It evokes memories of years as a smoker.<br />The taste of the inhale, sweet and harsh.<br />The aftermath, where my mouth felt coated,<br />As though I had licked the interior of an entire ash tray<br />Yet somehow-- still attractive.<br /><br />I am struck by all the colors. <br />Whites, beiges, dotted with yellow, <br />Shockingly green filters <br />With names like Camel.<br />Warm brown scattering of ancient tobacco crumbles.<br />INHALE.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Assignment # 5: Think of garbage—contamination or containment. Imagine an elaborate contamination control. Consider: What am I contaminated by? What do I contaminate? What might you do to keep what you wrote from leaking?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Containment</span><br /><br />hide the HIDEOUS<br /><br />They built our new school<br />on top of an arsenal.<br /><br />hide the WASTE<br />bury it<br />entomb it in concrete<br /><br />proclaim it clean<br />proclaim it safe<br />make it a wildlife preserve<br /><br />plant native prairie grass<br />RED, wildflowers grow<br />bursting from “clean” earth<br /><br />protect the animals<br />bring back the buffalo<br />DARK, silhouettes against pale sky<br /><br />bring the children<br />MULTICOLORED, multi-cultural, multiplying--<br />free public education<br /><br />free water for everyone<br />fresh from under the arsenal<br />certified SAFE<br /><br />Contained by concrete.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-82548136897056655762011-05-15T13:03:00.000-07:002011-05-15T13:16:30.230-07:00Sonnet 12If I close my eyes, I can sense you in the darkness.<br />I taste your skin through scent alone<br />Longing for your gentle caress, a sense of rightness.<br />Senses ranging out beyond this space, my mind's eye flown.<br />Out into the cool night rain<br />I am full of longing, seeking your kiss.<br />While my body lays here, my main<br />Vision is of you, don't want to miss--<br />Even an instant of what could be<br />Lost in the flood of this torrent<br />Of sensuality. Emotions fill me<br />Sweep me deep beneath the current<br />I don't care of it drowns me<br />Long as all your love still surround me.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-41714591710909261982011-03-26T07:18:00.000-07:002011-04-04T10:16:30.348-07:00Sonnet 11You ask me why I no longer write you love poems<br />But I do write them, leaving them only in my head.<br />So now I attempt to spill out the tomes<br />Carefully treasured, to find where they led.<br />Each stored line seems to point me back to you<br />As I navigate through what is me and what is other<br />I learn there can still be me and you too<br />My heart tells me I do not seek another.<br />In each beat, I hear your voice, feel your touch<br />Little things turn my thoughts constantly your way--<br />Some might say this is not much<br />But to me, all the signs seem to say--<br />This connection is something special, our love too great<br />To be ignored, I must grab this chance before too late.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-36294886621746544432010-02-14T11:54:00.000-08:002010-02-14T12:10:36.711-08:00Another Love Poem...The caress of your hand along the hollow of my back,<br />Your careful fingertips tracing my jawline,<br />The way you tilt my head to kiss me,<br />I treasure this in every moment--<br /><br />You call me beautiful and I believe you--<br />There's something in your voice,<br />I remember in my most doubtful moments,<br />I whisper to myself your sweetest endearments.<br /><br />Within your arms,<br />I feel accepted,<br />Just as I am.<br />And I watch myself accepting you as you are.<br /><br />Never in my lifetime,<br />Have I known such surety,<br />That I am loved,<br />Purely as I am.<br /><br />This might seem like a small thing,<br />But in truth,<br />This is everything<br />I could ever dream of.<br /><br />This is what naked really is<br />And I have no desire left<br />To cover myself up,<br />Or to be other than I am.<br /><br />At night,<br />As I drift into dreams,<br />I am always <br />Right beside you, in heart and in mind.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-84251839904718304932010-02-14T11:07:00.000-08:002010-02-14T11:32:49.897-08:00A Sonnet for my ValentineI have been meditating on your secret picture message for days,<br />My heart and soul drenched by desire to be beside you<br />Even across time, across distance, you are near me in so many ways,<br />When I want nothing more than to lie in bed, thoughts of you prompt me to--<br />Arise again and meet the day with a smile.<br />Thinking of you, reminds me of the little joys in this life.<br />Our love is never stifled by the space of miles,<br />Not every obstacle before me causes strife.<br />My mind strays from what is before me, my thoughts drift,<br />Suddenly I am right beside you, smelling you in my room,<br />Timeless in your touch, geography is no rift.<br />Even my body has joined you beneath the moon.<br />You are my dream both day and night,<br />Visions of holding you close, fill me with light.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-47558889480391396252010-02-02T18:36:00.000-08:002010-02-02T18:53:18.286-08:00I had to write...You are truly the sweetest part of my day,<br />The reason for my smile,<br />Even in my darkest times,<br />I listen, and long for your call.<br /><br />Your voice brings me joy when I am joyless.<br />I imagine you in my arms--<br />When I go to sleep,<br />I dream that I lay within the curve of your body.<br /><br />This is a simple missive,<br />No frills in this poem,<br />Just my heart on a platter,<br />My words completely honest.<br /><br />This is no sonnet for the ages,<br />No great work that will outlast us--<br />But what is immortality,<br />Compared to the treasure that is love?<br /><br />I would trade a million chances at poetic fame,<br />Just for the chance to pass time with you.<br />We cannot know what the future will hold.<br />We cannot know what track this life will take--<br /><br />All that we can truly know, is what we have in this moment.<br />We cannot even know reality,<br />But this,<br />This feels real.<br /><br />The older I grow, the less I am certain of,<br />Yet when it comes to you,<br />I know.<br />Us? I know.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-80052856471786448722009-12-20T08:10:00.001-08:002009-12-20T08:10:39.998-08:00DaydreamDaydreams are perhaps sweetest dreams,<br />Between words,<br />Reality,<br />And actuality,<br />Lies a plane,<br />Outside sane,<br />Where fantasy rules,<br />And all are fools,<br />Lost in the murky haze,<br />Of imagination craze.<br /><br />Leave my vessel,<br />Go to nestle,<br />Inhibitions, laid aside, <br />I cannot hide,<br />From the language of this dream.<br /><br />It seems,<br />I am stripped naked,<br />And you are there,<br />I bare,<br />Myself before you,<br />To the waist,<br />Let you taste,<br />All the fruit I have to offer.<br /><br />Feed on my soul,<br />I will not hold,<br />Back from your touch,<br />Nor arms length from your gaze,<br />I would raise,<br />Us both to any height,<br />For just one night<br />Of the sight,<br />Of you laying softly,<br />Never lofty,<br />Beside me,<br />In my arms.<br /><br />One night unrestrained,<br />All desire untamed,<br />Where I would take you,<br />Make you,<br />Mine—<br />In an embrace,<br />Outside time,<br />Outside place,<br />You need not hesitate,<br />I will not harm you,<br />Or alarm you,<br />Merely leave you shaking,<br />No need for faking,<br />In the moment that we spend,<br />In the end,<br />Wrapped within the paper,<br />Pressed within the pages of my daydream.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-16429609673147395962009-12-03T10:59:00.000-08:002009-12-03T11:26:37.563-08:00I cannot go there--<br />I cannot eddy in that whirling, conflicted pool<br />I feel the undertow<br />Trying to suck me under--<br />The madness, the negativity makes me ill.<br /><br />I feel it in my limbs.<br />My sunshine seems to disappear--<br />I am lost in shadow<br />My lower arms tingle with numbness,<br />Sometimes I can't feel my feet.<br /><br />My head aches,<br />It seems a spear is being driven,<br />Driven into the side of my head<br />But I will not submit,<br />I will not surrender in the face of the blinding pain.<br /><br />I refuse to let this destroy me.<br />I refuse to become something ugly and hateful<br />I refuse to succumb to disease<br />I refuse to be inconsequential<br />I refuse to be ignored.<br /><br />In the face of adversity<br />I grow greater,<br />Stronger<br />For whatever fight<br />Should lie ahead.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-91046646228718286142009-12-01T17:15:00.000-08:002009-12-01T18:26:30.345-08:00Sonnet 9You say, "I can't believe the way we fit."<br />It is inexplicable, the way the curves of our flesh seem to meld as one--<br />That we belong this way--is clearly it.<br />Wherever I lay my head we seem to melt into some--<br />Shape, I cannot explain but--"It just feels right."<br />I nestle my head against your chest, into the shadow of your collar bone<br />Merging, one warm body in the early night.<br />Wrapped in this embrace, I am never alone.<br />Submerged, a tangle of intertwined limbs and body<br />Hips that ache and yearn, a contrast in the fading light<br />Lost in ecstasy, slightly naughty--<br />Cannot help but to want you, bathed in twlight<br />I count the days, track the minutes<br />Until I join you again, deep within it.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-77985364799559741252009-11-24T18:44:00.000-08:002009-11-24T19:02:30.647-08:00Sonnet 8Lately, my nights have been dark, sometimes almost too dark to see beyond this one--<br />In those moments--it is your voice that is my beacon in that seeming endlessness--<br />I long for you, turning like a flower towards the sun.<br />Sometimes I fancy myself completely alone, trapped in friendlessness.<br />You remind me, remind me, there are cares beyond mine<br />Echoes, tears and aches in the universe I cannot fathom<br />Somehow this does not pain me but reminds me, that I am fine<br />My own terror, nameless fears are not a yawning chasm.<br />You are a mirror of that which frightens me, yet you do not succumb to fear<br />I find you uncompromising and realize I admire you, wish to be worthy of your attention<br />My flesh trembles inside the silken shadows, desire you here<br />That I dream of you, even awake, I scarcely mention.<br />Every time we speak, every second you are in my life<br />Those are the times, the moments free of strife.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-28998135206275578842009-11-21T10:21:00.001-08:002009-11-21T10:21:48.349-08:00Sonnet 7I long to be your shelter from the storm<br />Although this world is cold,<br />My love will serve to keep you warm.<br />If you are young, then I am old<br />But every poet needs a muse<br />I am still the maiden to your hunter<br />Your loving heart, I won’t abuse<br />I the Goddess to your sun, your punter<br />When the heat of living is too much<br />I am the vengeful crone<br />I will smite any who say such--<br />As to make you sad, you’re not alone.<br />My words feel inspired,<br />In writer’s block I’m no longer mired.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-66362755752367474662009-11-19T17:48:00.000-08:002009-11-19T17:57:50.890-08:00Sonnet 6I long for you<br />An almost tangible ache<br />Do you dream of me too?<br />Love like this is no mistake.<br />My body, my heart yearns<br />I am counting the seconds 'til I can lay in your arms<br />Slowly, slowly the time turns<br />This seduction continues, I yield to your charms<br />Desire so potent it burns.<br />Visions of nights writhing with passion<br />My thoughts indecent when I feign purity<br />To cure this itch I'll need compassion<br />Just so that you can guarantee--<br />A place in time<br />Where bodies align.<br /><br />This is no longer a sonnet,<br />Do not vomit<br />But this poem is lame (LOL)Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-8459647575385556432009-11-14T12:53:00.000-08:002009-11-14T12:54:36.480-08:00Sonnet 5Trapped by my own shadow in twilight<br />My heart is a maze of confusions<br />Your voice, your words, lead me back to light<br />Surrender the burdens of these contusions.<br />This shade hangs on me, cruel spectre<br />Haunted by a past I would relinquish,<br />Never wanted life to take this vector<br />Only your presence helps me vanquish<br />All that haunts me in my soul--<br />I long for the freedom brought by your fingers,<br />Value each of these seconds that we stole.<br />Once the sheets cool, your presence lingers.<br />Wrapped in my own chains,<br />The “We” is all that remains.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-4091822064130890882009-11-13T09:47:00.000-08:002009-11-13T12:01:12.062-08:00Heartbreak, HeartmendPondering past problems<br />In pursuit of new solutions.<br />Thought I had gone and buried them<br />Deep in a safe place<br />But they were hiding in my very cells<br />Making me sore and ill<br />And I didn't even know<br />Except in nightmares<br />That left me shaking<br />Wracked by blinding migraine pain.<br /><br />My spine ached<br />Pain travelling from the base <br />To the crown<br />I stretched and contorted<br />I saw doctors to no avail<br />But they found nothing<br />And I could not shake the pain.<br />Only yesterday--<br />Beneath the hands of a masseuse,<br />Did things suddenly become clear.<br /><br />I lay on my side<br />His hands explored along my spine<br />When his fingertips found the area behind my heart,<br />Something released.<br />I pressed my eyes shut tightly<br />To keep the tears from squeezing out the corners.<br />In that moment, I knew<br />My heart was broken.<br /><br />This revelation was a blessing.<br />Suddenly, I knew why I hurt so bad<br />Strangely,<br />It was a great relief.<br />Slowly muscles throughout my body relaxed<br />The congestion in my lungs broke up.<br />I could breath again<br />Deep, free breaths.<br /><br />I cried more on the way home<br />The deluge of sadness<br />A profound respite<br />From the pain I could not define.<br />The realization of my heartbreak<br />Was a liberation<br />Heartbreak<br />To gradual mend.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-13482525379887084922009-11-10T17:47:00.000-08:002009-11-10T18:17:53.244-08:00"Love" in a VaccumI feel a rant coming on--<br /><br />You told me you loved me <br />So when I got "sick"<br />You showed me you "cared" by vaccuming.<br />You were a damn good vaccumer<br />Very thorough--<br />I felt guilty because I was too ill to help.<br /><br />I grew stronger as time passed.<br />I wanted to return your love so I vaccumed.<br />I was tired the next day.<br />You were angry--<br />It was my fault I was sick,<br />I dared to vaccum and I brought this on myself.<br />You forbade me to vaccum.<br /><br />More time passed--<br />I vaccumed again.<br />I emptied the vaccum<br />But I "Did it wrong"<br />And left you a mess.<br />Out of "love"<br />You cleaned it up.<br />Again, you forbade me to vaccum.<br /><br />I vaccumed again.<br />I was sick the next day.<br />Later, I wanted to vaccum again but the vaccum was full--<br />I asked how to empty it and you told me,<br />"You are not allowed to vaccum.<br />I will not teach you to empty the vaccum,<br />Then you won't be able to.<br />I'll do it for you, don't worry baby.<br />Save your energy to do nice things for yourself."<br /><br />I saved energy by not vaccuming.<br />I went to yoga.<br />I wrote part of a book.<br />I painted a picture.<br />I had lunch with my sister.<br />I celebrated me just like you told me to.<br />I felt good about me.<br />I was happy.<br /><br />You got angry.<br />"If you have so much energy,<br />Maybe you could help out more."<br /><br />"Ok, how do I empty the vaccum?"<br /><br />"Oh, it's not the vaccuming--<br />I didn't take it over so you could go to yoga.<br />I clean so you will have more energy."<br /><br />"Great, then you don't mind if I go to yoga?"<br /><br />"Well, it's ok if you plan one or two of your own activities but only if you save some energy to do things with me."<br /><br />"Ok, so you resent my free time?"<br />I can do more around here. <br />You should have fun too."<br /><br />"No, I don't mind doing this.<br />I want to help you.<br />I want to show you that I care.<br />Let me help you."<br /><br />"Ok, are you sure you don't need my help?"<br /><br />"No, I'm good."<br /><br />"What do you want to do today?"<br /><br />"Oh, I kinda planned my own day while you were sleeping."<br /><br />"You did? I thought you wanted to hang out."<br /><br />"You slept too long."<br /><br />"I thought you wanted me to take care of myself."<br /><br />"I do but you slept until 10:00."<br /><br />"I'm sorry. I'm ready to hang out now. Just tell me when you are ready. I'll just hang around."<br /><br />"Oh, you should just go to yoga or take a walk with your sister."<br /><br />"Yeah, but I want to hang out with you."<br /><br />"I think I'll just do my own thing--"<br /><br />I can still sense the depth of your love. It is like an ocean that I almost drowned in.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-47584503485872514242009-10-28T10:30:00.001-07:002009-10-29T09:16:52.961-07:00Sonnet 4I long for the brush of your soft lips<br />Crave your sweet caresses on my body<br />Love the feel of your hips<br />In the darkness pressed to mine, naughty.<br />In your embrace I am mindless<br />I can scarcely breath<br />The extent of my passion boundless<br />In your eyes I perceive<br />A mirror of my own recklessness.<br />The recklessness of love unrestrained<br />Caution thrown to the wind<br />There is nothing I would change<br />There is nothing to rescind<br />I count the minutes ‘til we meet again<br />Sweetest of lovers, dearest friend.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-67332301758303236682009-10-27T17:56:00.000-07:002009-10-27T18:18:47.340-07:00Sonnet 3You are a cool drink in the hot desert of my existence<br />An oasis on this barren plane<br />Pray you are not a mirage to this insistence<br />You are an anchor that keeps me sane.<br />I am a poor listener but I hear you when I hear nothing outside<br />Something in your voice assures me that you speak a truth I need to recognize<br />Your gentle advice assures me and warms me inside<br />Somehow what you tell me daily helps me realize--<br />I am ready to change, I just needed reminding<br />Now I step back and see me for the first time<br />I need to recall that they'll be no rewinding<br />This personal metamorphosis is sublime.<br />You are a cool drink in the desert of my existence<br />Now I surrender to your kisses insistence.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-86891406811732127042009-10-15T09:42:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:15:00.008-07:00Sweetness SonnetYou fill me with warmth and sweetness<br />The soft caress of your words a palpable stimuli<br />I am soothed by your openness<br />My heart soars, I will not lie.<br />Your kiss a gentle, insistent need<br />My heart races and my body responds<br />To ask too much would be unreasonable greed<br />I let my mind go, dreaming on<br />You are my light in the darkness<br />My summer afternoon on a cold windy day<br />I surrender at the insistence<br />Of your aching touch, words cannot say<br />This emotion too strong<br />Consumes my soul with gentle song.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-53295856697679037012009-10-13T18:42:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:53:10.130-07:00Sonnet in the DarkYour breath, a ragged contrast to the darkness<br />Aching limbs, longing cries escape my lips<br />Our bodies locked in acts of tenderness<br />Your movements careful against my eager hips<br />An understanding beyond body and mind<br />I allow you to possess<br />Wrapped in your arms I find--<br />Almost mindless in sweet caress<br />I want this second to extend<br />Long for timelessness<br />Before your naked eyes, I can't pretend<br />These feelings boundless<br />I nearly drown in the pool of your love<br />Were you the one I was dreaming of?Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-75237252978157767522009-10-02T17:00:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:42:04.466-07:00Not a MartyrI never wanted Martyrdom—<br />Yet in my mind's eye I catch flashes of myself<br />Stretched out taut,<br />Spread-Eagle,<br />Broken and Bloody<br />My palms lacerated.<br /><br />My spine is arched at an odd angle<br />As crooked as I feel—<br />Nothing seems quite right<br />I long to heal this<br />This thing that makes me ugly and hateful<br />This raging demon that seems beyond my control<br /><br />I realize that control is the illusion<br />But I still grasp at threads.<br />Seared with a piercing longing<br />A longing that somehow this will pass<br />That if I can just endure some more<br />I will be whole and peaceful at last.<br /><br />Words are not sufficient<br />To describe this thing<br />This complete suffocation<br />Of my every attempt to breathe a clear breath<br />The agony is like the contractions of Blake’s “Job”<br />Or Graham’s helpless contortions<br /><br />The expansion is the tension<br />Joy bubbling below the surface<br />But stifled by adversity<br />The contractions are reactions to external blows<br />How much can one human being endure?<br />I am at the end of my tether.<br /><br />Must I always be strong?<br />Must I always fight not just the battles--<br />But the very war alone?<br />I pray on shaking knees<br />But there is nothing<br />No one to listen<br /><br />I howl in the darkness<br />But there is none to answer my piercing cry<br />I am akin <br />To the cat who walks alone<br />My hunting ground silent<br />Except for the pad of my stealthy paws<br /><br />My claws react<br />My ears perk to every sound <br />In the silence and darkness<br />Where I dwell<br />I hunt alone<br />But the prey is ever-elusive.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-11471516805230979942009-09-29T04:48:00.000-07:002009-10-29T09:19:56.397-07:00SynergyYou said to me, <br />"If you could only see yourself through my eyes."<br /><br />The thing is--<br />I can.<br /><br />I never believed it<br />But one person can change your world.<br /><br />One moment of complete understanding<br />Can change your life.<br /><br />You helped me see <br />What I really I am.<br /><br />I was beautiful,<br />Magnificent.<br /><br />For the first time I began to believe<br />I was not something hideous and wrong.<br /><br />My self-hatred melted.<br />My sun began to shine.<br /><br />I stopped seeing myself<br />Deformed and worthless.<br /><br />I was not a drain<br />I had something to offer.<br /><br />You changed how I looked at myself<br />And that changed me.<br /><br />Synergy--<br />I am becoming.<br /><br />My wings have sprouted.<br />I leave the nest far behind.<br /><br />I leave my pain, heartache and sorrow<br />To become what I was born to be.<br /><br />My fear too has melted<br />Everything feels effortless now.<br /><br />Why could I never see myself before?<br />Why did I waste so much time in fear and self-loathing?<br /><br />I want to remember this feeling for eternity.<br />I always want to remember who I really am.<br /><br />Synergy<br />I have become--Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-56308236886409571472009-09-25T18:10:00.000-07:002009-09-25T18:19:18.701-07:00I'm not Promising the MoonThe quiet, cool of city streets,<br />A deep January night.<br />Pavement crawls away beneath my feet,<br />As the soles of worn shoes<br />Tap out the beat,<br />Of the music playing softly in my soul.<br />I close my eyes,<br />Feel the movement of gently rushing air,<br />Lift me up on pointed toes as though to fly--<br />And I sigh,<br />As my body sways to the sound,<br />Of the growing crescendo<br />Rising off the silent ground.<br />Pale and lovely,<br />the full moon, cracks her smile,<br />Before I have trudged another mile--<br />I feel her sweet breath on my neck,<br />And the way she calls my heart,<br />Makes me start--<br />To let the tiny jewels of tears,<br />Condensed behind my eyes release,<br />A storm of blue that unfolds--<br />Unabating 'til the deluge is spent,<br />And all the tatters of my dreams are rent.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325200630428244493.post-83401401291152119112009-09-21T09:25:00.000-07:002009-09-21T09:28:10.601-07:00Lost in BlueEdges blurry,<br />Softly silent,<br />Like sweet, spring snow.<br />Yielding,<br />Opening slowly, petal by petal,<br />Unfolding willingly and full as a rose<br /><br />No need for binding,<br />Safe and guarded in the enfolding arms of nemesis.<br />The bluish womb of a chameleon,<br />Who does not judge,<br />Because we are one.<br />Intertwined for both warmth and comfort.<br /><br />Downy skin where I can nestle—<br />Deep in peace,<br />Equality,<br />Without oppression.<br />Time shared,<br />Spanning—<br /><br />Spanning an instant,<br />Spanning an eternity.<br />The length of the second unimportant—<br />All that is relevant,<br />Is being together.<br />No need for binding,<br /><br />Bound only by mutual desire,<br />Beneath the lovely cloak of blackness and interlocking shadow<br />That neither sees nor judges,<br />Only allows us a tighter embrace,<br />A fiercer ecstasy.<br /><br />I want to lose myself to you entirely,<br />Bury my face in your hair,<br />Smell its fragrance,<br />Feel its silkiness on my bare cheek.<br />The damp moisture of skin on skin,<br />Maybe we nibble at each other,<br />Sucking up the taste,<br /><br />A little salty, touched with a hint of floral sugariness.<br />Far outside thought,<br />Lost in sensual union,<br />Where future and the world outside you and I fall away<br />And we are left alone in a knot of limbs and sheets.Denver Refashionistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17681030016057155728noreply@blogger.com0