tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-353913852024-03-07T03:06:14.135-06:00The Shores of My DreamsThese words will prove I lived.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-75513758626522299282008-11-01T17:19:00.001-05:002008-11-01T17:21:48.074-05:00Fault lines shimmer<br />awake<br />inside my head.<br /><br />Earthquakes shudder<br />alive<br />things you’ve said.<br /><br />Won’t you drown me in my <br />coffee?<br />So that I will never face<br /><br />any more natural disaster<br />memories<br />ripping through my day.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com63tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-56179443285872274832008-10-21T11:46:00.002-05:002008-10-21T11:50:24.107-05:00words dripping off my tongue<br />swirling round this<br />house<br /><br />breaking glass is the sound<br />of truth pouring<br />down<br /><br />down<br />down<br /><br />beat the past <br />bury me<br /><br />with the horror you can't believe<br /><br />this was supposed to be a secret<br />this was supposed to be a secret<br />this was supposed to be a secret<br /><br /><br />"Don’t you know how to keep a secret?"<br /><br /><br />* this was written for <a href="http://writersisland.wordpress.com/2008/10/17/writers-island-prompt-2/#comments">Writer's Island</a>. The prompt was controversial.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-51776791167941863062008-06-14T05:59:00.003-05:002008-06-14T06:10:15.122-05:00A Compulsion to Spill Wordsit's the fish that swims inside my viens<br />it's a rush from dancing near the flames<br />it's misery and it's regret<br />it's so I can remember, so I can forget<br /><br /><br />its ancient visions come back around<br />its water flowing under ground<br />its madness and it is pain<br />its summer snow and winter rain<br /><br />its crawling underneath my skin<br />its breaking out and sneaking in<br />its glory and its release<br />it holds me captive, sets me free<br /><br />its solid and it is hollow<br />its gone today but sought tommorow<br />it's muse and hunger and instinct<br />catch the tiger, slay the dream<br /><br />muse, hunger and instinct<br />why I spill these words<br />all over mewriterwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-73750487103565379512008-06-14T04:32:00.004-05:002008-06-14T05:19:14.443-05:00<em>"I am lonely, lonely.<br />I am lonely, lonely.<br />I am lonely, lonely."</em><br /><br />I was born to be lonely.<br />I'd wake and hear the cold- splintering, breaking-<br />and slowly I would rise and dress.<br /><br />I was born to be lonely.<br />A child's blood so red, <br />fear the chronic anger of this house.<br /><br />I was born to be lonely,<br />and watch light slowly close<br />against the yellow drawn shades.<br /> <br />I was born to be lonely,<br />dance naked grotesquely,<br />on water I'm not sure is there.<br /><br />I was born to be lonely,<br />What did I know? What did I know?<br />But that's all right.<br /><br /><em>"I am lonely, lonely.<br />I am lonely, lonely.<br />I am lonely, lonely."</em><br /><br />I was born to be lonely.<br />But that's all right.<br /><br /><br /><br />* This is a cento. That means this poem is comprised of lines from other poets works:<br />Danse Russe by William Carlos Williams<br />Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden<br />Whose Mouth Do I Speak With by Suzanne Rancourt<br />My Father's Hat by Mark Irwin<br />Father's Song by Gregory Orr<br /><br />This was done for the site <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry.</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-52284324446318140022008-06-04T22:11:00.008-05:002008-06-04T22:55:31.724-05:00Hollywoodland Hunger"<em>Fame </em><br /><br />is a fickle food.<br />Men eat of it and die."<br /><br />Always the camera is angled so we look up<br />and nothing will come of our lovelock.<br /><br />"Fame is a <em>fickle </em>food.<br />Men eat of it and die."<br /><br />That lady with her garments on<br />is Life but is she Art?<br /><br />"Fame is a fickle <em>food</em>.<br />Men eat of it and die."<br /><br />Nothing! Nothing but air, thin air.....<br />"This," says the voice, "can be laid to the natural greed."<br /><br />"Fame is a fickle food.<br /><em>Men </em>eat of it and die."<br /><br />Men <em>eat</em> of it and die.<br />Food!<br />Just Food!<br />Just any old kind of food!<br /><br />Dying to taste it. Take a slice-<br />only a pun for bread- seductive <br />visually, but you could starve.<br /><br />"Fame is a fickle food<br />Men eat of it and <br /><br /><em>die.</em>"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><br />This is a cento. None of the lines above are mine. The poems used were:</strong><br />Running Away Together by Maxine W. Kumin <br />Video Cuisine by Maxine W. Kumin <br />Fame is a Fickle Food by Emily Dickerson<br />Ode to the Lemon by Pablo Neruda, translated by Jodey Bateman<br />Wonderbread by Alfred Corn <br />The Clean Platter by Ogden Nash.<br /><br />The poems were suggested by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/14951224240914478371">Jilly Poet</a>,<a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/00706027242022517570">Lissa</a>, <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/04192356825699543613">gautami tripathy</a>, and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01186563179366227913">Lirone.</a> This was written for <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry.</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-26368561537258723782008-05-27T14:51:00.001-05:002008-05-27T14:53:59.765-05:00Time and Time AgainFluttering lightly on the wings of <br />fate,<br />I duel with <em>time.</em><br /><br />We fight like lions over the reins <br />of my tattered life.<br /><br /><em>Time-</em> a silent foe bent on thieving with its<br />greedy hands.<br /><br />Yet my hands are far from clean-<br />volatile and mean, a dirty gleam<br />that shines.<br /><br />Still I<br />long to clarify the blood beating in <br />my veins, <br />heal my shame,<br /><br />a reversal of my fate.<br /><br />God I pray<br />there is still <em>time,<br />time,<br />time.</em><br /><br />Swirl a fantasy like good wine<br />around my mouth:<br />precious peace will rise from the ruins<br />of this war.<br /><br />But the devil wants his due,<br />and all my sins I fear<br />I’ll never lose...<br /><br />still I fight.<br /><br /><br />Note- this poem was written for a challenge at Poets Who Blog. I had to incorporate these ten words:<br /><br />time<br />precious<br />reversal<br />clarify<br />volatile<br />silently<br />fantasy<br />flutter<br />peace<br />bentwriterwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-26104192445549307542008-05-23T02:14:00.000-05:002008-05-23T02:15:07.161-05:00a waterfall of <br />ashes<br />crash again my skin<br /><br />hear me whisper softly<br /><em>hallelujah<br />hallelujah</em><br /><br />burnt remnants of <br />passion<br />leaves scars to mark my sins<br /><br /><br />pray now God will save me<br /><em>hallelujah<br />hallelujah</em><br /><br />pray its not too late to save me<br /><em>hallelujah<br />hallelujah</em>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-13976019289383147172008-05-07T02:04:00.002-05:002008-05-07T02:07:55.718-05:00Here I stand<br />my hands empty<br /><br />Here I stand<br />bereft of dreams<br /><br />Here I stand<br />where you left me<br /><br />Here I stand<br />breaking softly<br /><br /><br /><em>This poem was written in response to a prompt at <a href="http://poetswhoblog.wordpress.com/">Poets Who Blog Interactive.</a> This first line comes from the Leonard Cohen song <a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/l/leonard+cohen/im+your+man_20082812.html">I'm Your Man.</a></em>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-1371363148791103832008-05-06T22:29:00.004-05:002008-05-06T22:37:59.049-05:00The wind rushes in without an apology,<br />a storm arriving in winter hues.<br /><br />You never knew me at all.<br /><br /><br />You who saw me thru hell's gates,<br />through the window<br />of the voices in my head,<br />through the closed curtains<br />of my<br />raw passion,<br />capturing the essence of life’s high noon.<br /><br />Thought you knew the truth-<br />decoded into letters-<br />but what you knew<br />was only my<br />grandiose fantasies<br />or blatant out right lies.<br /><br />Yesterday's melancholy song<br />still haunts.<br /><br /><br />The eager sun sneaks in bits of light<br />echoes of voices from afar.<br /><br />All <br />these lonely days of blue<br />cut me with the bitter blades of what<br />you never knew. You never knew.<br /><br /><br /><em>This is nearly a <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poem.</a> It is composed mainly of donated lines from other poets but I had to add the lines<br /><br />of my<br />still haunts<br />was only my<br />all.</em><br /><br />Major thanks to <a href="http://justpaisley.why-paisley.com/?p=162">Paisley,</a> <a href="http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/04/27/creativity_bout_rime/">Lirone,</a> and <a href="http://www.justwritingwords.com/2008/04/days-of-blue.html">Lissa</a> and <a href="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/">Gautami Tripathy.</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-56123746620130965452008-05-01T12:42:00.000-05:002008-05-01T12:46:15.179-05:00bring me sunshine in a cup<br />bring me laughter in your hands<br />bring me hunger then fill me up<br />bring me lustful grains of sands<br />bring me teardrops you have shed<br />bring me fireflies trapped in glass<br />bring me reasons to stay in bed<br />bring me ransom from my past<br /><br /><br /><br /><em>This poem is in response to a by a prompt at<br /><a href="http://poefusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/poefusion_29.html">Poefusion.</a><br /><br />with special thanks to Paisley who did the prompt first and reading <a href="http://justpaisley.why-paisley.com/?p=571#comment-2057">her poem</a> inspired me to write my own.<br /><br />The first line comes from an Emily Dickerson <a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bring-me-the-sunset-in-a-cup/">poem of the same name.</a></em>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-17304317518798651332008-04-23T00:04:00.002-05:002008-04-23T00:09:07.540-05:00My heart knows a mystery old as life:<br /><br />I have to save myself.<br />I have to save myself.<br />I have to save myself.<br /><br /><br />I know this much, my place<br />if I survive:<br /><br />A life where hope outshines fears.<br />A life where hope outshines fears.<br />A life where hope outshines fears.<br /><br /><br />I tiptoe out of the room.<br />as if you were looking at me-<br /><br />I have to save myself.<br />I have to save myself.<br />I have to save myself.<br /><br />I leave you, my muse.<br />My excuse? I tore my own soul-<br />pushed the syringe.<br /><br />Howling for help.<br />Howling for help.<br />Howling for help.<br /><br />I have to save myself,<br />save myself,<br />save myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><br />Note-</strong>This is a cento. Major thanks to <a href="http://firmlyrooted.blogspot.com/2008/04/pit-of-your-spit-one-single-impression.html">Gautami Tripathy</a>, <a href="http://www.justwritingwords.com/2008/04/our-muse.html">Lissa</a>, <a href="http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/2008/04/17/about-a-man-and-a-dog-napowrimo-day-17/">Mariacristina</a>, <a href="http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/04/08/phoenix-tears/">Lirone</a>, and <a href="http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/2008/04/napowrimo-17-oh-so-rough.html">Jilly Poet.</a> If you would like to read more centos or like to learn how to write your own then visit <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry.</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-38211408968057272882008-04-15T12:58:00.004-05:002008-04-15T15:05:03.209-05:00you are<br />fingers stroking keys,<br />stroking<br />stroking hope into me<br />you are.<br /><br />you are <br />sun on the horizon,<br />liquid for the soul<br />you are.<br /><br />you are<br />prayers caressing my ears,<br />caressing<br />caressing away fears<br />you are.<br /><br />you are<br />phenomenal fuel<br />that drives this dream,<br />gifting wisdom and belief<br />you are.<br /><br />you are<br />angels driving demons,<br />driving<br />driving away demons called<br />disbelief.<br /><br />oh yes, you are....oh yes, you are,<br />you are.<br /><br /><br />Note- this poem is a thank you to all the people who read this blog and anyone who has ever left a comment. It was written in honor of <a href="http://theothermother.typepad.com/blog/2008/04/reader-apprecia.html"> Blogger Reader Appreciation Day</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-60170851239991437972008-04-05T18:45:00.006-05:002008-04-05T18:58:31.118-05:00<em>revolution.<br />revolution</em><br /><br />human reaching out to human<br />lighting up store fronts and street vendors<br /><br /><em>revolution.<br />revolution</em><br /><br />we were spinning hard and fast<br />and we cursed both god and man<br /><br /><br /><em>revolution.<br />revolution.</em><br /><br />the sound of voices sprang up with excitement<br />changing the colors of the city<br /><br /><br /><em>revolution.<br />revolution.</em><br /><br />crowds smothered the sidewalks<br />covering the hemisphere<br />as we walked the streets<br />tearing through barbed wire<br /><br /><br /><em>revolution.<br />revolution.</em><br /><br />everything suddenly moved in lighting speed<br />those bellowing beasts:<br />dream maker and dream<br /><br /><em>revolution.<br />revolution.</em><br /><br /><br />just starting a revolution.<br />just starting a revolution.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://why-paisley.com/">paisley</a>,<a href="http://mariacristinas.blogspot.com/">mariacristina</a>,<a href="http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/">lirone</a>,<br /><a href="http://www.justwritingwords.com/2008/04/spring-in-new-york.html">lissa</a> who donated the lines above for me to use in this poem.<br /><br /><br />And major thanks to <a href="http://www.patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry</a> for making this cento possible.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-83811859896041523692008-04-04T11:20:00.005-05:002008-04-04T11:37:09.910-05:00His Little Girltranslucent memories <br />quiver<br />when I hear you speak<br /><br />little earthquakes and<br />rivers<br />form inside my head<br /><br />bringing down like buildings<br />falling<br />till I’m drowning but not dead<br /><br />hear me mourning, morning I will be <br />calling<br />on my God to chase away the <br /><br />translucent memorieswriterwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-80558533109102912812008-03-27T02:16:00.007-05:002008-03-27T02:35:51.543-05:00Murder, my darlingBathe me in <br />my own expulsions,<br />my own contortions.<br />Words extorted.<br /><br />I'll pay the price,<br />pay the tithe<br />for<br />stealing double portions of<br />this life.<br /><br />Sympathize, won’t you?<br />This is all I know,<br />all I know,<br />all I know how to do.<br /><br />Lay me in the words I’ve spewed.<br />Drown me in<br />a poem or two.<br /><br />And I shall die like I have lived<br />gladly sinking in the words <br />I give <br />to you.<br /><br />Drown me in a poem or two or two or two....writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-3824447331126759782008-03-27T02:03:00.004-05:002008-03-27T02:09:34.511-05:00EscapeShattering and avalanching on the snow-crust,<br />seeking out the darkest place, to better see the light. <br />I'd like to get away from earth awhile. <br /><br />There isn't a place<br />in this world that doesn't<br />sooner or later <br />drown,<br /><br />deep in flower and in flesh, in star and soil and seed, <br />and bitter wounds on fire.<br />I'd like to get away from earth awhile. <br /><br />No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.<br />Deep, blue night<br />broken across it, and one eye is weeping <br />as it floats above everything.<br />Humans wrote the Bible<br />God wrote the sky. <br />I'd like to get away from earth awhile. <br /><br /><br />NOTE- <em>Once again this is another patchwork poem. Each line comes from another poem. The poems used were Birches by Robert Frost, Poppies by Mary Oliver, The Word of God by Catherine Faber, and City That Does Not Sleep <br />by Federico García Lorca <br />Translated by Robert Bly.<br /><br />Special thanks to <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry</a>for making this poem possible.</em>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-75864917132312798262008-03-11T10:56:00.005-05:002008-03-11T11:13:37.013-05:00Constrained, <br />oh I'm bound,<br />black bruised,<br />strapped down<br /><br />mouth full of <br />lost dreams and<br />fear<br />fear<br />fear<br /><br />slams me hard with its hands<br />while the walls do their dance<br />moving closer<br />they laugh<br /><br />for this girl is trapped<br /><br /><br />trapped<br />trappedwriterwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-66165225743597808922008-03-10T10:24:00.001-05:002008-03-13T12:26:42.444-05:00<div align="center">With your bitter, twisted lies<br />gathered around, you took my mouth,<br />weakened by my soulful cries,<br />and plunged it into your heart.<br /><br /><em>I am going to have it</em>, you said.<br /><br />Don't you take it awful hard<br />but you were always ambitious.<br /><br /><br />Did you want to see me broken?<br />Did my sexiness upset you?<br /><br />I am the dream and the hope of the slave.<br />I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,<br />that never ends.<br /><br />Up from a past that's rooted in pain<br />I rise,<br />cursing holy blood at the table,<br />I rise,<br />whether or not you will make me immortal,<br />I rise.<br /><br />You may write me down in history.<br /><br /></div><br /><br />This poem does not contain any of my own words. It is a cento, patched together from these poems<br /><a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-i-rise/">Still I Rise by Maya Angelou</a><br /><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=177291">They Eat Out By Margaret Atwood</a><br /><a href="http://www.cs.berkeley.edu/~richie/poetry/html/">To Restore a Dead Child by Keith Douglas</a><br /><a href="http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=176622">As Children Together by Carolyn Forche</a><br /><br />With special thanks to <a href="http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/">jillypoet,</a> <a href="http://why-paisley.com/">paisley,</a> <a href="http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/">mariacristina</a> and <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/"> the patchwork poetry prompt site.</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-44278085357094159652008-03-02T15:20:00.009-06:002008-03-02T15:34:14.157-06:00<a href="http://janetleigh.wordpress.com/">Janet Leigh</a> tagged me for a six words memoir meme.<br /><br />Fragile, broken, haunted. She spills words.<br /><br />I tag <a href="http://cafeendofuniverse.blogspot.com/">Penelope</a>, <a href="http://marie-deepthinker.blogspot.com/">Marie</a>,<a href="http://poetry-by-stacey.blogspot.com/">Stacey</a>,<a href="http://justendy.blogspot.com/">Endi</a>, and <a href="http://writethatromance.blogspot.com/">Soarise</a>.<br /><br /><br />Here are your instructions:<br />Write your own six-word memoir. <br />Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like. <br />Link to the person that tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogosphere. <br />Tag 5 more blogs with links. <br />And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.<br /><br />By the way, this is inspired by Ernest Hemingway's famous six word story For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-14798772569983943802008-03-02T15:07:00.004-06:002008-03-02T15:33:09.212-06:00The E award<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjs0rt_61AAo5F2gJDCWd_B_nPG26fMU3z73Cd1p8TKANOwWuz5RSHSi0SZmkFmqkXXEaSiAoK-74FeX2paMOjjGF6bAHDMjarYiqrZv2zgDcnqI5mtDJj8NMEpEl-AhhkbXp/s1600-h/excellentblog_Shannymar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjs0rt_61AAo5F2gJDCWd_B_nPG26fMU3z73Cd1p8TKANOwWuz5RSHSi0SZmkFmqkXXEaSiAoK-74FeX2paMOjjGF6bAHDMjarYiqrZv2zgDcnqI5mtDJj8NMEpEl-AhhkbXp/s400/excellentblog_Shannymar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173254458110076642" /></a><br /><br />Marie, who pens fantastic tales about vampires and blogs at Deep Thinker, has given be an E for Excellence Award.<br /><br />I have to pass it on to ten bloggers. I choose to honor:<br /><a href="http://writethatromance.blogspot.com/">Soarise</a><br /><a href="http://adriansnovel.blogspot.com/">Adrian</a><br /><br /><a href="http://westofmars.blogspot.com/">Susan</a><br /><br /><a href="http://janetleigh.wordpress.com/">Janet Leigh</a><br /><br /><a href="http://the-wandering-author.blogspot.com/">Wandering Author</a><br /><br /><a href="http://storiesoftruelove.blogspot.com/">Stories of True Love</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.robinmariewords.blogspot.com/">Robin</a><br /><br /><a href="http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com/">Anna</a><br /><br /><a href="http://poetry-by-stacey.blogspot.com/">Stacey</a><br /><br /><a href="http://onlyoneaudrey.wordpress.com/">Audrey</a>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-64507582274351590652008-02-28T19:08:00.002-06:002008-03-01T23:11:44.369-06:00Despair is a hunter<br /><br />fueled by the scent<br />of giving up<br />and giving in<br /><br />that rises in the air<br />when hope has gone.<br /><br />Despair has a hunger<br /><br />opened mouth<br />it reaches in<br /><br />slides into the spaces<br />where life should be found.<br /><br />Despair came to find me<br /><br />calling softly, <br />like a lover,<br /><br />like a lover who was better<br />than having no one <br />at all.<br /><br />And I should have fought him,<br />fought him harder than <br />I did,<br /><br />but despair feels like home<br />when despair is all <br /><br />there is.<br /><br />Despair is a hunter...<br /><br />and I am its prey.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-22612126664530043512008-02-26T01:07:00.010-06:002008-02-26T02:19:07.511-06:00Silent ScreamingWhy don’t you just scream?<br />Scream if you have to.<br />Scream and prove you are still alive.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/silence/#comment-68">Your silence stifles me,</a><br /><br />leaves me hanging,<br />grasping old photographs,<br />bitter and mute.<br /><br />Looking like<br />the angry one to your unaffected eyes.<br /><br />Smiling your deception at me<br />cause you’re just fine.<br /><br />Fine.<br />Fine.<br />Fine.<br /><br /><a href="http://misterscott.wordpress.com/2008/02/20/whats-the-truth/"><br />It’s either fable or truth <br />and that’s based on your perception.</a><br /><br />You who is <br /><br />so happy to live your <em>happy<br />little lie.</em><br /><br />While <br />silently I feel us die.<br /><br /><a href="http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-out-of-depths-of-my-yellow-legal.html">I am figthing for love</a><br /><br />but you can’t be bothered to <br />decide<br />if you even <br />have a thing left to say.<br /><br />You move through this play<br />we are now pretending is<br /><em>Our Good Life</em><br />like the man you think you should be.<br /><br />Some picture you saw once in a magazine. <br />Stiff upper lip, tense manly pride.<br /><br />Does that leave you satisfied?<br /><br />It leaves me lacking,<br /><a href="http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/2007/07/12/a-song-of-knitting/">after years apart from you</a><br />while you were standing right here<br /><br />two feet away in our cozy kitchen<br /><br />cooking up<br /><br /><a href="http://why-paisley.com/2007/09/18/gift-of-youth/">heart hardening lies.</a><br /><br /><br /><em>Words unspoken still sting.</em><br /><br />I’ve heard everything you never said to me.<br />I’d rather that you would just open your mouth and<br /><br /><br />scream.<br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Note-</strong><br /><br /><em>My work process for the poem posted above. It is a creation born from <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry.</a><br /><br />First I found a line at <a href="http://wordsthatsing.wordpress.com/2008/02/12/silence/#comment-68">Words that Sing.</a> That inspired the whole poem. I then looked through the other poems donated and found more lines I could fit it. i was very tempted to change one word in one line but that is against the rules. Can you guess which word.<br /><br />Anyway,the picture of this battle weary, stony couple formed in my mind as I wrote out the wife's inner duel between anger and anguish.<br /><br />Thanks to lirone, scott, jillypoet, mariacristina and paisley for donating lines.</em>writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-90731673434442716082008-02-18T17:04:00.006-06:002008-02-18T17:10:38.404-06:00Spun<strong>The oceans of time turn unafraid</strong><br />of all my<br />futile rage.<br /><br />And if I screamed out secrets,<br />purging my soul.<br />Would anyone notice<br /><br /><em>or care?</em><br /><br />This world spins on,<br />like I'm not even here.<br /><br /><br />Note- This was written for <a href="http://poetswhoblog.wordpress.com/2008/02/14/grab-and-go-poetry/#comment-55">Poets Who Blog Interactive Grab and Go</a> poetry post. The darkened line is courtesy of the <a href="http://web.njit.edu/~ronkowit/poetsonline/generator2.htm"> Random Line Generator at Poets Online</a>.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-78834542590213388722008-02-14T16:03:00.004-06:002008-02-14T19:59:31.805-06:00UnivitedYou throw your love at me like firecrackers<br /><a href="http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/2008/01/15/100-words-lucy/">sparkling into thousands of pieces</a>,<br /><a href="http://justpaisley.why-paisley.com/?p=322">imbued with absolutions,</a><br /><br /><br />and just expect me to grasp <br />at flames.<br /><br />To bless your sacred name<br />like you were my savior<br /><br />from sin.<br /><br />Did I ever ask for saving?<br /><br />Should I fall upon my knees<br />and give thanks,<br />long after you burned me now <br />you grant<br />you grant<br />you grant<br /><br />your love. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-june-cleaver.html">You might think it’s a deep, deep well</a><br />any woman would be lucky to<br />fall in.<br /><br />Not looking for a chance to swim<br />back into your embrace. <br />Not hoping you can be the one<br />who saves<br /><br />me,<br /><br />not willing to be burned or scarred.<br /><br />Can’t make love out of two scorched hearts.<br /><br /><br /><br />Note- This poem was written for <a href="http://patchworkpoetry.blogspot.com/">Patchwork Poetry</a> with lines donated by these poets:<br /><br /><a href="http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/2008/01/15/100-words-lucy/">mariacristina</a>,<a href="http://justpaisley.why-paisley.com/?p=322">just paisley and</a> <a href="http://jillypoet.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-june-cleaver.html">jilly poet.</a><br /><br />Thanks for the inspiration.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35391385.post-86018146858271940832008-02-08T18:07:00.001-06:002008-02-08T18:07:57.691-06:00shatter me like shells<br />strewn upon the beach<br />underneath your feet<br /><br />shatter me like china<br />hanging on the wall,<br />like sun breaking nightfall<br /><br />shatter me like hope<br />resting in a chest<br />another thing you left<br /><br />shatter me<br />hard and quick and good<br />shatter me<br />shatter me<br />there was never a question you would.writerwomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07645753712657412094noreply@blogger.com7