You've felt it...

This one I actually wanted to be this discordant because, you know, if you've felt it... it's pretty jarring. And if you haven't felt it, I'm sorry. The jarring incredible good pain... AH! Yeah.


Electric…

Your touch,
jump start my heart.
Dynamic charges sweep
my being – stirring.
Violent chords arrest
my pulse soars.
Contradictions flood
the drought…
Your hand delivers
icy fire.
The burn so intense…
frozen by the heat.
Overwhelming fervor,
seeking sweet release.
Don’t stop.

Behind the Glitter

Two of these lines are not mine. Thank you Cameron and Andrew for letting me use your words. That is one of the greatest gifts =)

Behind the Glitter

You look down... up... sideways,
avert your eyes from me.
A broken champagne flute --
bubbles everywhere.
My chorus girl, my gorgeous girl,
sad eyes burn through your impassive face.
Tangible silence fragile, words superfluous...
I can tell you everything I want with my fingertips.
Wrap you in my arms and
you will know it's okay.
But you turn from my non-words,
shrug and blink away pearlescence.
"It is fine".

2 bad = 1 good?

I decided to not be able to write today apparently, so I'm giving you two of them... quantity for quality LOL.

This first one is called a Diamante poem. 1, 2, 3, 4, 3, 2, 1 is pretty obvious but can you guess the rest of the structure? P.S. I suck at structured poems way more than free verse. Oh and I centered it for shape, but... my words in line three are long and my words in line 4 are short, so it doesn't make the diamond shape it should.

Love Lost, Lost Loves

Love
Blissful, beautiful
Adoring, needing, understanding
Hugs, kisses – tears, pain
Weeping, numbing, hiding
Agonizing, excruciating
Loss

This next one is the insanity that lives in my head. This is why you should be glad you are not psychic!

Truth and Lies

How do you do and to what do we owe the pleasure?
Hide a giggle at the formality… lies, lies, lies.
Liar, liar pants afire. See the blaze, let it blind you.
Say it like you mean it, say it ‘til you believe it,
a repeated chorus until it becomes the truth.
Vexatious? Don’t be ridiculous, I am fine!
Focus on the pretty, pretty picture,
ignore the peeling paint, cracks in the canvas.
You sir, speak as absurdly as pickleberries,
I am bleeding pearls and my eyes glitter with diamonds.

This poem is totally about cooking... cough cough

It was going to be longer but uhm, I got distracted. By, y'know, cooking. Ahem...


Cumin and Chili Powder

A dash here… a wild little pinch there
the aroma mingles and caresses.
Cinnamon sparks, teasing, popping…
hot peppers so fiery my eyes water;
this is no time for coherent thought.
Rich and earthy cumin wraps around me,
I tremble as it lingers.
Beads of perspiration cling to my skin,
I can feel them tracing their way down... down...
Focusing, I seek a hint of chili powder.
It is more than a hint and I cry out,
overwhelmed by the tingling sensation of heat.
The kitchen unbearably torrid, I retreat
and imagine the indulgence to come.

I'll write a better one in a bit

I have to go run errands but here's a weird one 'til I can squeeze something halfway decent from my brain. Ew gross, I just got this mental image of someone wringing an actual brain and words falling onto paper like droplets to make a poem. Say it with me now: ewwwwwwww.

Shut It Out

Daisies falling from the sky
land on all the grounded balloons.
Gusts of wind swirl around the glitter confetti
and a double rainbow spans the horizon.
Smells of baking waft across on a gentle breeze,
mingled with the salt spray from the ocean.
A birdsong momentarily drowns out
the gentle piano and cries of laughter.
I shut the window and draw the curtains,
shut it out and sit alone, in the dark.

Superficial vs Deep Felt Hurt

(idk... it sounded better in my head. Oh now are you really surprised I don't think it's that great? But at least I feel better having gotten some semblance on paper. This one might actually be worth editing)

Self Isolation

Busily locking the 16th deadbolt when
you knock. “I am your ally!”
I can barely hear you through the cement door.
“Let me in, I will help you hold the doors shut”.
I ponder this as I nail boards across the door –
tempted, I peer at you through the peephole and
you are so beautiful.
A fleeting thought of squeezing you inside…
my heart drops through the floor and
the walls seem to shrink around me.
Terror-stricken I pound furiously at the nails;
it is better this way, you see.
You are still yelling but I know…
you will give up eventually, and,
though crushed,
I will be safe and secure from the deepest pain;
alone in my emotional Fort Knox.

It's probably ALL WRONG

(haven't spoken French in forever, get over it)

La Neige

La neige…
Tu me massacres et
je saigne.
Mon coeur est
détruit…et quelques fragments
restent dans les flaques.
Mes larmes…
mon sang…
ils tachent
la neige.

Desired... for a little while

Desired... for a little while

Look at the pretty toy!
Shiny and new,
so fresh – captivating.
You obsess, the unfamiliar novelty
consumes your thoughts and dreams.
Such excitement, this is
the now, the au courant.
But you learn, your disenchantment grows.
Your plaything no longer intriguing…
restlessly, you discard it.
Searching for something new while
your devastated bauble decays.
Deterioration accelerates when
you get caught up with a new trifle.
Rejected, your toy fades –
unwanted.

Avoidance

Avoidance

Dodging bullets, deflecting
the violent chords of the violin.
Vague affections dismissed,
I abstain from the true
original sin and abnegate
this void.
Ice.
You instigate disaster,
aggravated by the
desertion of vivid feeling.
Averting my gaze from your outrage,
I am devoid of all –
obviating reaction, but still
you are offended.
Idiopathic insomnia persists,
my own little plague,
but cannot interfere with
emotional destitution.

Self Destruction

Self Detruction, made possible by you


Self belittling, reduced to
resentful ruins.
Obstinacy my onus,
the exodus is mine –
you cannot have it!
You have my bitter benison;
battered and nonexistent…
that is the kicker.
I kneel – negated by
the effective knife.
It is not neglect,
I handed you this opportunity
for better things, raffish fun.
I take no offense,
eradicating kisses.
Empty – my nostrum.