R.W.P "If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry".

Emily Dickinson

Soft words spoken in an unforgiving tongue
I wish to travel in a backward birth
The day I let your hands slip from mine
In a bitter chaos of colliding pain

This shattered heart of mine beating
Has flood itself more rain than New Orleans
I am esurient for which I once held in my soul
Entwined since the beginning of time

I long, I long to be forgiven
I long, I long to be loved
And when I saw you look at her
Your lips gently caressing hers

The lies I told myself—I could live without you
Came hurling at me faster than a pitcher’s strike
I am sorry,
For my heart misses its other half

In your face, in your eyes
I want to say what’s in my heart
But the fear of being hurt with you
I keep all the things I’ll never say

Maybe someday when I am stronger
When the thought of without you
Is a greater pain than with you
I’ll say what I’ll never say

Dance with me fierce one
For my heart is yours to mend
My soul is yours to mate

A vacuity of emotions
Blow my rhythm asunder
An ineluctable fate

Touch me gently
But caress me furiously
For the fire burning inside of me

Holds a flame that cannot
And will not rest
Then do so, take the earth

And dance with me
Take the ocean and sway with me
Kiss me so softly,

Butterfly kisses,
For my steps have finally
Found its own tune

All I want…

Is to grow old in your arms
Share laughter, tears, and joy
Build endless memories
Gather indestructible strength and a lasting force
Share unbreakable hugs with steamy kisses,
And shameless glances

All I want…

Is to grow old in your soul
Travel the world by your side
Sit beneath the sky and count the stars
Get lost in each other’s eyes,
Take a boat ride, a train ride,
And fly with you, freely and spiritually

All I want…

Is to grow old in your heart
Fall asleep in your strong arms,
Wake up by your never-ending charms
Drive around speechless, but still contempt in silence
Taste the flavors of the world—your world

All I want…

Is to grow old in your eyes
Eat dinner with you by the TV every night,
Share simple, but yet special times
With a cup of coffee at Timmies
Window shop with bearable longings
Because all I want in this world is you.

Feet slipped into warm bunny slippers
Hands carrying hot cocoa with fluffy
Marshmallows slipping over the top

Outside the window snow falls silently,
Its soft sloshing sound as it hits the ground
Calls me forth to play, but the wind keeps me back Continue reading →

Confronting myself in the mirror

I close my eyes one last time

As tears outline my quivering lids

It emphasizes my already voluminous lashes

Running traces of black liquid down my powdery cheeks

Taking residence on the intense shade of cherry sealed to my lips

I am paralyzed in the moment

Stricken to the point of no return

 

Elevating my head to face myself one last time

I hear laughter and joy surrounding 

I hear a voice call to me from a distance

As I make my way to the oval shaped mirror

Elegantly hanging in my chamber, I move closer,

Wondering if the mirror will tell me if this is it

 

The wind blew gently against my skin, calling me…

Quickly, free yourself!” it said,

Moving closer to the open window

I realize each step is leaving an imprint-

Traces of lust and desire and troubles conquered,

A reflection of Laughter, joy and romance

Throughout the years.

Entranced in the moment, tears flow rapidly,

Looking to the heavens, a whisper of prayer

Utter from my lips

“Dear god, is this it for me?”

 

The wind blew soft and swift against my skin,

Relinquishing my tears into

Crystallized drops upon my cheeks.

 A smile brushed my lips like sweet nectar;

A drop of honey on my lips revitalizing, nourishing

Me to the core—overpowering my every sense.

I looked to the heavens for the last time,

There he came to me,

A delicately drawn portrait within the clouds

 

 

Again a voice call to me, now closer than before

 Turning to look, my father stood adoring the silhouette

I stood before him,

A smile radiating from his face, following his embrace

“One last look” he says to me,

The look in his eyes was sparkling like the sun reflecting it

Essence up an emerald pool

 

I face myself in the mirror and smiled.

It was time-

One last time,

 

I look to my father, took his hand,

And began my long walk down the aisle;

Each step leaving trails of distant memories.

 

There, my future stood, the sparkle in his eyes

 Like a well lit camp fire: burning strong and bright.

Looking deeper into his eyes,

I see only me, my soul’s resting place

“ Dear God, he is it for me”

I Do