Category: midnight thoughts

Sonorant Thief

Thief!! Thief!! Give it back!!
Give back the peace 
Give back the clarity 
Give back the quiet 

No one invited you here
Your shrill drone, never ending 
Nothing important to say
Digging in, drowning out the rest

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!
Give back the humour
Give back the patience 
Give back the light

The gifts you’ve brought no one wants 
The rigid pain, lack of sleep 
No focus, giving room for past ghosts 
To wake, recall, aid in your merry terror

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!!
Leave him be
Leave us alone
No one wants your destruction here.


Finding Forward

Love each other, be kind, be open,
forgive the monsters you can,
battle those you can’t.
Support each other in love
See truth in another’s eyes
Be willing to let go the phantom chains
Step forward, for you- not me, not them,
what anyone else believes or thinks matters not. If you know your self, your heart and your truth- trust, trust someday it will be seen, loved and accepted. Trust that you are, will be and always have been enough

Echos

Ripping the scar off to see if a wound has healed
Taking the same road to see if it goes some where new
Speaking the same words to see if you hear something different
Tasting the same bitterness to see if it has sweetened
Letting the already banished ghosts in, serves no purpose other than to create hell. 
This is not where we are, this is not where we are going. We deserve to let the scar lie, travel our new road, speak the loving truth, taste the sweetness that we create, together, forward, no ghostly companions along for the ride. We have been to hell, got the T-shirt, moved on, time to burn the bridge back. 

Explore

What do you hear when my lips part?
A passionate sigh
An orgasm not yet moaned
A banshee wail
A soothing word
A hard cut
Lies you want to hear
Truth you don’t

What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Passion and fire
Monster damaged shadows
Gentle loved reflection of who you are
Cold calculation
Uncried tears, waiting 
Fool
Ancient knowledge

What is your instinct when you touch me?
Treasured
Owned
Used
Thrown away
Imprisioned
Gift
Freedom

The Night Before

a birthday poem

Forty six years ago, on the night before, what did you think? Could you tell I was coming? Were you excited? Worried? I know so little……. Did you know you were having a girl? Did you have other names picked out? Did you dream of the person you’d hope I’d be?

Forty six years later on the night before, what do I think? Do I know where I am going? Am I excited? Worried? I know so little……. Do I even yet, feel like a full grown woman? Do I embody my name, my roles? Am I the person I dreamt I’d be?