Who I Am

squeak squeak squeak...wading wafting waiting water drifting ripe and lifting, rippling onto the shore of abandon wanton want plunged and plunged plundered, plugged grit and grunge detritus dirty done

Take me down into the glow Carry me away Into places I haven't known Through memories Through melodies Dance with me upon this silver breeze Touching you as you touch me Our hands are joined Together, we are synched and meshed Molded visions By precision Confluent streams, no division Wake with me upon the morn Open your golden eyes To see only my face at dawn Trace my heart Taste my skin Kiss me once, twice as you breathe me in I am here within the glow Carried away Into places I've never known Warm memories Soft melodies As we dance upon this silver breeze

Your eyes change color with the light One moment gold; one moment blue Shimmering, simmering I feel so very blessed I wish I could profess This love to you A vision years ago Brought you into my soul I searched and searched to find Someone to match this image in my mind Until I had to let you go Why did fate wait so long? Serenade me with sorrowful songs Let me lose my faith along the way Never believing I'd see your face God, I wish you'd feel the same How I wish you were mine I ache when I gaze into your eyes Yearning, joyous, alive I want to be with you, But blinded by your grace, I turn away

soot dirty foot pounding down down down down onto concrete pavement sidewalk marked colorful chalked hard ground the other foot held high jumping up up up up to the sky azure-filled sun shine with closed eyes tight shut hopscotch

While it might seem strange to say this is a love poem, it is indeed a love poem. You are a dark beauty Gloaming A floating reflection An image cast of perfection At last here Rippling, surfacing For this mere mortal earthling To worship As stars blaze to ignite As pinpoints of white Cease to be bright As your blackness fills Kills Thrills The night

I'm working on this horror story. I intend to possibly add more details to describe the surroundings in this first part, but I just wanted reactions on how it is going so far and any suggestions people might have. A slick, sticky oiliness pervades my skin as I perspire profusely, making me all the more uncomfortable in this deep, dead tropical heat. I'm not acclimated to such high humidity in my native St. Louis, Missouri. I recline in the village circle, while one of the inhabitants, an elderly man barely dressed with cracks and wrinkles traversing his body, is relaying some folktale or other superstitious nonsense about one of the creatures around here. Madagascar houses some of the most unique prosimians on the planet, which was the impetus for me to take a vacation to this godforsaken hell on earth in the first place. "Aye-aye is death omen. He visit in night and he point his long middle finger to you." Barely stifling a laugh, I inquire back, "He gives you t...

Words cannot describe how I feel Weak, hackneyed, incomplete None of them real The beauty and the pain The love rising up When I cry out your name Your kiss, the curve of your lips The flush of warmth divine Only for me, only mine I had waited and waited, and waited some more For a perfect love, someone to adore Until I could wait no more So, I trashed and burned my desires Quit being a child consumed by fires A child with stories, hiding, a liar When the ashes cooled and the true me remained I could be myself, no longer empty No longer chained Only then could I really see you Without expectation or rejection I accept that you love me, too