Her Poetry Today

Poet, Artist, Coffee Shop Ghost, Editor of Crush Poetry Anthology, blogger of books, and born daydreamer.

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cruel to be kind

in the long run I will be okay

but today is dark, overcast

and the beast in you

is wild, astray.

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home away from home

my place

where it’s sunlit - in the

wide, open space.

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Jeans

Wearing the same jeans

As that morning - frozen in time

In the wintry sun.

  But at the end of the day

They're just jeans -

Nothing else. Nothing.

♥

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For you, I was a chapter-a good chapter maybe, or even your favorite chapter, but, still, just a chapter-and for me, you were the book.

To Be Sung Underwater - Tom McNeal

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Therapy

sound of summer rain

as gentle as jazz

tinkling from a piano

time passes in wakened sleep

my fingers fly - across my hot skin

wishing my body was against his.

x

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blank spaces.

I look up on the white wall

And stare until colours fade in

  When the morning whispers

I am crawling into your bed

  In the movie after

There’s too many sex scenes

  At the end of the night

I am still waiting

  For the bright white spaces

To tell me about their day.

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My body. Your soul.

Drill me to the bone

To the core

To the lush lava –

Hot rocks, we fall

And crash, and explode –

This of late, is all I have become,

Not yours, not mine, I belong

Somewhere in the cracks

Hidden in the lines of your

Two faces – our bubble is weather-proof

But I watch you from the outside,

Waiting, hoping one day you will open

Your air-tight door – again.

[quotemadness]

Someday you will look back and know exactly why it had to happen.

Unknown (via quotemadness)

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'What big hands you have!' said Little Red Riding Hood as she edged closer to the bed. 'All the better to spank you with, my dear,' replied the wolf.

Red Riding Hood, a re-telling.

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This I can’t Deny.

All the ways you make me feel -

Interior. Exterior.

Terror, through doors you’ve opened,

Through the empty spaces between us

The wide gaping hole in the screen

The absence, the length of time, warping

In rhythm to our lies and desire;

  We sometimes smile, but when you close this door

A crack of light shines beneath – distortion of the

things you make me feel – Broken, but not torn –

  I am whole when you hold me close

behind our steel walls, but yes, this I can’t deny

when I am with you, I am afraid to say good bye.

♥

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Lace

I see the whimsical white and the sheer black, and everything in between;

  The opening of secret cupboards

Offering me a glimpse of my trembling anticipation,

I smile knowingly –

how soon I will be barely clothed in this holistic bedroom scene;

  the ripping of lace between your teeth,

wolf with the red rose, on a hot summer night –

I beg, come meet me under clean white

hotel sheets,  come here handsome,

come – come ruin me.

♥

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We say goodbye all the time, but you never know which one is going to be the last

Ash

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So much destruction,

but I’m not crying today -

I’m rising again.

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I can smell him even when he’s not here.

His image printed on my skin,

the angles of his face resting

somewhere above my naked shoulder

floating like a hologram -

haunting me, taunting me,

even when I am close.

.

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And all I can do is keep on telling you I want you, I need you But-there ain't no way I'm ever gonna love you Now don't be sad 'Cause two out of three ain't bad

Meat Loaf

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Music’s a wood you walk through.

David Mitchell, Black Swan Green

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I’m going nowhere

Not back

Not forward

Not one place where I belong.