Chakra energy, Empathy, Fun, Gratitude, Love, People

Drop Me a Line

Drop me a line, oh blog-stalker of mine,
send me a comment, a post, a review.
You look, but don’t say much, but really that’s fine.
The truth is, my one loyal reader is you.

I know that it is you, you see, without fail
Because no one comes by here as much as you do.
My family would tell me, would ride me, would rail.
No one else that I know is as quiet as you.

But never desert me, sweet one I can’t see.
It’s nice just to have you, anonymously.

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Chakra energy, Empathy, Family, Fun, Gratitude, Love, People, Truth

The Warmth of You

That spot, hidden

under your jaw, where

I lay my head down

and just breathe in

the warmth of you,

that’s what I’ll think of

when I’m alone at night.

Your warmth spreading

through me, through my first

up into my seventh, a rainbow

of chakral energy sparked

into vibrant life from

you melding with me.

That’s how I’ll stay warm,

my love and light, when

I’m all alone, in

autumn’s night.

Chakra energy, Empathy, Heartbreak, Love, Pain, People, Questions

Void

No, I’m not sure at all.

Cytherean Dreams

I’m sure
you never read
any of this.
You can’t.
Because if you did
I’m sure you’d react
somehow, respond
in anger or demand
that I stop immediately
as you’ve done before
when all I did was talk.
Just words that
disappeared into the air
as soon as they
were spoken, even if
remembered by those
you said came to you
to tell you of my love
and left convinced
by you of my instability.
This doesn’t disappear
these words
they drop into the void
between us.
Never mind the rushes
of heady joy or sick anger
that wash through me, as if
you took the words in
and sent this back to me.
Never mind the ghost
who haunts this page
never leaving a mark
beyond a footprint.
You’re not reading.
Because if you were, how
could you let me be?
Knowing me and
who I am and
how…

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Courage, Family, Healing, Heartbreak, Home, Journeys, Love, New Paths, Pain, People

The Everything

You are the everything,
inscribed in my ring.
A song he once gave me
my young heart to sing.

I was his everything
his moon and his stars
his life in my hands
his home became ours.

But being his everything
wasn’t enough.
I drowned, suffocating
expected to stuff

My feelings, my everything
down deep inside.
I did what was expected
of me, of his bride.

So being his everything
wasn’t for me,
I know, now alone,
on this winding journey.

Heartbreak, Journeys, Love, Pain

Late

It’s never good to be late.
Late means overdue
supposed to happen before but
showing up when
you’ve missed the chance
lost the moment
you once had. You’re late.
I’m late. And scared. And alone.
Without even the promise
of five minutes of your time
to keep me warm in the dark.

Courage, Empathy, Fun, Gratitude, Hope, Love, Miracles, Truth

Life is getting back to normal now. Such a letdown after tasting astounding.

Cytherean Dreams

I will not be ordinary.
I will not meet
some guy some night
and date and then
fall in love
with a regular guy.

I need a colossus, a giant,
a god among men.
I will have my meet cute,
and my lightning bolt
and my happily ever after.

Or, at least,
I will have
a deep and abiding
love and respect story
of my own, not on my own,
but shared with a man
who deserves and needs
and truly loves me.

I know it. I feel it.
I am meant for more
than this, alone.
Why be normal?
Not nearly as fun as astounding.

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