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This isn't in any sort of order, but what it IS is nearly every piece of poetry I've ever written that I can still stand to have anyone see. *smiles*

 

 

There's a siren's call in darkness

There's a lover in the deep

There's an appeal in raving madness

It whispers me to sleep

 

Strange pleasures in self destruction

Sweet flatteries of pain

Singing of seduction

With it's inevitable shame

 

 

:dragon4:

 

 

Immerse myself in you and drink you up

then cast you off and move onto the next

each drink each drought each soul drank every drop

it's mate in me consumed and me bereft

that which should bring me light brings me but dark

that which should fill me up burns me away

a hollow vessel drained without a mark

oblivion of night spun out of day

the surface growing thin before it breaks

light passing through throws truth into relief

death of the blank facade that hid the ache

and cognizance of causing others grief

the shattered pieces fall and some are lost

a vain attempt to pay the heavy cost

 

 

:dragon4:

 

There's a siren's call in madness

and it's lulling me to sleep

a sweet song of lustful sadness

that begins a slimy creep

across the web of my undoing

and the fabric of my mind

and the threads are slowly skewing

tarnish taking their bright shine

 

And I know my time is ending

and there's nothing I can do

but somehow I keep defending

my memories of you

 

:dragon4:

 

Something unlooked for

unnoticed

unseen

Something not planned for

not called for

forseen

Something not asked for

desired

or dreamed

Something that answered

an unspoken

need

A voice in the dark

continued

til dawn

And a wistful smile

that's lingering

on

Constant distractions

and tangents

are gone

Leaving just questions

and 'what-ifs'

undone.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

 

So I wake up

and I was dreaming about you

and I'm wishing you were here

to make love to me

like you did in my dream

but you're not

so I grab my towel, and I head for the shower

and I step under the hot water

and let it caress my body

sensuously touching my face

my neck

my breasts

planing down my stomach and over my hips

drawing my nipples back up

into the hardened state I awoke in

and the water is hot

so hot that when I lean back

against the cool wall of the shower

it feels good on my skin

so I close my eyes

and I cup my hands over my breasts

imagining they were larger, rougher hands

your hands

and my hand slides easily over my slick skin

down over my stomach

and still I imagine it's yours

and I find that I'm wet

in the aftermath of dream I had

and so my fingers slide into myself

only they're really yours

and not mine at all

in my head at least

and my knees start to feel weak

but it's okay because I lean back against the wall

and my toes curl

squeaking on the bottom of the tub

and I arch up into the water

reaching for an absent lover

and any sound I make is drowned

by the rushing water

and then I turn

and press my forehead against the cool tile wall

and the dream begins to fall away

and I feel you leaving with it

even though you were never really here

and then I'm alone

well I always was

but now I feel it

and there's nothing to do but wash my hair

and scrub my reddened skin

and turn off the water

reaching through the steam for my towel

to dry off the last evidence

the last lingering reminder

 

 

:dragon4:

 

if I were made of wax

or sugar

I could dissolve

molecule by molecule

pulled away by the hot water

streaming out of the shower head

counterclockwise down the drain

wind up in the ocean

formless, thoughtless

painless

the hotter the water

the faster I would melt

but I'm not

instead the water sheets off

breasts, arms, hips, thighs

pooling around my feet

and the hotter the water

the redder my skin

and the steam makes it hard to breathe

and my head floats higher and higher

but not far enough

never away

and the water makes my hair heavy

and it pulls me back down

until I reach over

eyes closed

and turn the water off

still here

not wax

not sugar

flesh.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

Tick tock tick tock

another second gone

hours and minutes rushing by

until the day is done

 

On Monday you left

you flew away from me

I started writing this silly poem

now the rhymes won't let me be

 

Tuesday it really hit me

that you're actually gone

not here to keep me company

that really just seems wrong

 

Wednesday I thanked the heavens

that your trip was nearly half done

and I counted on my fingers

the days that were still to come

 

Thursday I really missed you

like the deserts miss the rain

I think that's the line,

from that poignant refrain

 

Friday I truly wondered

if I'd survive til you got back

I moped and whined and whimpered

and really felt the lack

 

Saturday you were nearly here!

Just one more day to go.

I fretted and waited and wanted you back

spent my day pacing to and fro.

 

On Sunday I waited

for your joyful return

I waited with breath bated

what the heck rhymes with return?

 

the days follow each other

like a child's chugging train

running into one another

in the confines of my brain.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

If I hold my tears today

I will not cry tomorrow

The sobs that do not have their way

Cannot betray my sorrow.

 

Though my eyes are bright with tears

And my throat is choked with hate

I will not show your eyes my fears

I’ll hold on and I will wait.

 

And so I smile and blink away

The tears that blur my eyes

Although I wonder if this price

Is worth the final prize.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

Yesterday I woke up from a beautiful dream

Only to find out things aren’t what they seem

Swirling and changing, never the same

I don’t even know where to put the blame…

 

:dragon4:

 

 

A headlong fall from a perilous height

With a stormy sea there to cradle me.

My heart burns white through your endless night

*missing line

 

Your touch is cold and burning hot

You drown me and raise me high

The chill touch of your waters fraught

With burning whispers dry.

 

The hateful whispers burn my skin

And char my soul to black

The light is fading fast to sin

My saviour won’t come back.

 

Sooth me with your anodyne

admit me to your peace

take me away from what is mine

and make the burning cease.

 

The black cold of your icy deep

Is warmed by beams of light

Penetrating your stormy keep

And reminding me to fight.

 

I’m fading away and losing myself

I’m lost and I’ll never be found

I’m slipping away with casual stealth

I’m lost and I’ll never be found.

 

:dragon4:

 

A whirling vortex spinning me around

Faster and faster, I scream; there’s no sound

My eyes shut tight against the blinding light

I’m taken by a force that I cannot fight

I’m bound with chains of nervous energy

Vibrating in world of slothful lethargy

A tumultuous eye in a peaceful storm

Left all alone, knowing not what I mourn,

Spinning and list’ning to the vortex’ roar,

Splitting my soul but I’m aching for more

Pushing, fighting, I want to escape

Save myself from the spiritual rape

Whirling hell, spinning agony,

The quiet of this silent cacophony.

 

 

:dragon4:

 

A pale darkness a deep light

A black hole coloured white

A full void shining bright

Continuing far, out of sight

Lighting up the midnight sky

 

:dragon4:

 

How can this happen

How can it be real

How can my nightmares

Come here to steal?

 

:dragon4:

 

A sweet rushing ache through the corners of my mind

Sweeping up the cobwebs allowing me to hide

 

:dragon4:

Posted

Satellite Song

Coming home at night

to a lonely cold apartment

and the cold remains of breakfast

on a plate

the neon glare

fron the store across the street

casting wierd and shallow shadows

on rumpled quilts and sheets

Her clothes like in a puddle

on the cheaply rented floor

Discarded til tomorrow

when they're needed once more

Her shoes left in the hallway

in a parody of steps

by the locked and bolted door

that keeps the world out when it shuts

the quiet pad of barefoot feet

from door to silent phone

pause in hope of a blinking light

and reluctantly move on

She curls up tight

on her bed late that night

and she's wishing on a satellite star.

 

 

Take one step forward

try not to fall back

the terrain behind

is covered with cracks

Don't look behind you

don't ever regret

darkness might find you

it's hovering yet

The past is a millstone

a dead albatross

a sinking abstraction

give it up for lost

Just keep on going

abandon what fell

a fallen companion

leave them as well

All that's important

all you hold dear

let go piece by piece

but don't shed a tear

Just harden your heart

and armour your soul

ignore the voices

that scream and cajole

Dream of forgiveness

dream of the light

dream of an end

but don't give up the fight

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