Am i selfish to want more?
i get up the courage to talk to her for the first time in two weeks.
i ask her how school is,
“Good.”
She says
“My mom wants to know if you can come to my talent show on the 30th.”
i ask
“No I have a sleepover that night.”
Oh…ok
“Have you ordered your black swan costume yet?”
i ask
“Oh I had to cancel because of the phone thing.”
oh…ok
You had to cancel because it’s me?
You have a sleepover the night before but you can’t take the time to spend halloween with me?
The one who just moved here.
The one who you know has no friends.
The one who you know for a fact is hurting.
the one you know is leaving.
“oh it’s ok. it’s with maddie right?”
“yeah.”
I’m looking for a professional witch doctor right now.
I want him to make me a voodoo doll somehow.
I want that doll to look just like you.
You are going to pay for the things you do.
You looked like a lover, but one that was untrue.
I want to stick pins in that doll and make you feel pain.
This is what I want to do without refrain.
We appeared to be on the right road, but we hit a skid.
I want you to pay dearly for all the bad things you did.
That witch doctor is good. He even has free delivery.
If I buy one doll now, I get a second doll free.
The whole deal comes with a money back guarantee.
All I need is to have my credit card ready.
I’m getting even for all the trouble you gave me.
Just kidding. Please don’t take me seriously.
An older poem reposted for the Halloween season
I am within you, though without you tonight.
Without you I am eyes without sight.
To you, its my love, my body, my soul, I bestow.
My love is a tapestry I need to sew.
Without you I am a needle without thread.
Unwanted thoughts fill my head.
I am day turned to night without time,
and an unwritten poem without rhyme.
The mornings appear without glistening dew.
Just an empty shell without you.
What is a gossamer web without its spider?
I am a wild steed without a rider.
What is a ripple without its rhythm on a pond?
wanting so dearly for you to respond.
Longing for your intimate caress, here I stand.
Yearning for a touch of your hand.
Waking in a wilderness of want, I did not plan.
What good am I as a woman, wanting her man?
I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
I invite the waves to drink up the sea,
I propose that wars heal their battle-scars,
I define our loneliness: you plus me.
My reality doesn’t match my wants,
My desires don’t matter. I must receive
What my life has produced as jokes and taunts,
What my wilderness conjures up her sleeve.
confess to me , O cupid prince , lost cause ~
bowing before eve's bare butterflies,
as tonight i confront your kiss,
heartbeat of harvested heat,
pulsing moon magnifique ~
where we wake within
the wrinkled wish of
burgundy
blushed bliss ~
drenched
with
drizzling
damask dreams
of sea-swept hours;
let the lace of want
weep wilderness in the
rise of lonely nadir where,
I beseech the sun to undress
the stars and twirl with satanic sighs…
if I am your refrain, let my name burn
dear, aphrodisiac tears of sunset ~
see how I break, 'neath neon nimbus,
hold me close in sultry sirens ,
tempt me… tame these twilight tints
tantalise me… once more
until the honest
halcyon of life
weeps wayward
with the
hush
of
unhealed
hoax , amidst
hurt homesickness…
tortured by the taste
of your touch, locked in love ~
I ache with parched lips of pink…
the soul of barbie stardust ~
as this petal, a l o n e , mourns those musks
drenched in
au revoir rain of last rose dusks…
When we were together you and me,
Our love shone out for all to see.
I knew all of you from top to toe.
I could smell you, I could feel you all day and night and in every dream,
You were there in the breeze, there in the rustling leaves of the trees,
I could see you in the clouds and in the brightest twinkling star.
But in a flash you had gone!
Disappeared with someone new.
The world went black, I was lost, I felt under attack,
I never slept, I never ate,
I resigned myself to any fate.
You were still there, everywhere,
I could see you and smell you, every bit of you that I knew so well.
In dreams I would kiss you and hold you,
Then in the morning I would realize I was just being tortured by the taste of touch.
The rabbit wants to run.
Prance about the fields for fun
Show off its talent to someone
But its cage wont let it.
The rabbit dreams to be free.
Chase the butterflies and the bumble bees
Burrow by a big birch tree
But it has a limp.
The rabbit wishes to feast.
Snack on daffodils, feel like a beast
Hop away from the wild geese
But it has a clipped ear.
The rabbit hopes to be brave.
To finally leave this cage someday
Find the joy and glory it craves
But the rabbit drives the fear.
With the cage open.
With its limp healed.
With its ear fixed.
The rabbit still wouldn't run.
Why, rabbit, do you still wish to run?
my wants in this world are few
a pleasant day giving way to gentle rain
a softness embracing reality
as the sun's warmth returns
successions of gratefulness
that hesitation in my kiss
lingering longer in eager anticipation
as i lightly press deeper
into the celestial realms
the only want divine
eyes an event horizon
foreshadowing a depth into forevermore
the light at the end of the tunnel
where want ends
Oregon 9/27/26
In the wilderness of want
A mirage reflects imagination
Exposing secrets of the heart
Rippling rhythms of sensation.
Even without experience, a heart can find itself
In the wilderness of want - and why?
Humans were designed with the need for mutual love.
One can't avoid this inbuilt force however hard one tries!
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
When "Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Those ripples pulsate their rhythm through
Something special the heart needed very much.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Of something pure and true
Aching for the impossible return
Of what I had with you.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch"
Of how relationships should be.
Ripples wave rhythms of heartache
Ghosted by certain friends and family...
In the wilderness of want
You know you're still alive.
Rhythmless ripples run flat
And Tortured Touch you can survive.
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Let it be your determination
To fight on through disappointments
To become an inspiration.
When "Tortured by the taste of Touch"
You will find out in the end
That the hurts are well worth conquering -
They teach you how to be a true friend!
"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
What is a ripple without its rhythm,
or the whisper of a song, without a melody?
What of...silent thought without expression
~ do they still travel through time and space,
to lap a shore, to echo somewhere,
and draw a tear?
Or....the light that travels millions of years,
until we see what is ~ no longer there...
Does anything ever die and end in
our eyes only, or
is it reflected back...and return
to...nothing?
Except a wilderness of want,
where only faith resides...
Light travels through a vacuum,
and sound does not, and why
it is the most precious gift to share...
As I sit here remembering the day we first met
You filled my heart with happiness I won’t forget
A beautiful smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that shine like diamonds under a moonlit sky
Little did I know you were broken inside
As all I wanted was to be by your side
A caring heart for all to see
Hope there’s enough room in there for me
Give me your heart so I can caress
As making you happy is what I do best
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
Time and time others have been mean
As they don’t know how to treat you like a queen
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I look at you and hope nothing will go wrong
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
Falsete and Fach
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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I don´t want to see september come,
Wake me up when it is done,
on the 11th I failed again to silence the voice in my head...
now I wonder what if I actually were dead
I don´t want to see the 9th month again,
I wonder what my bed looks like since then...
how are the other sparrows in the cage,
And are the walls still beige?
I am done saying I am okay,
Because it will be a year since that day,
no I don´t want to wake when it´s september
I rather burn in flame and ember
I WANT
I want to lose my breath when first we meet.
I want to behold my heart skip a beat.
I want to fall like I've not fallen yet.
I want to love once without a regret.
I want to laugh a laugh only we laugh.
I want to change my mind on your behalf.
I want to trust you without any doubt.
I want to adore you inside and out.
I want to feel when you've entered the room.
I want to sense the scent of your perfume.
I want to see that smile that's mine alone.
I want to chisel our love into stone.
I want to be your past, present, and hense.
I want to know you in the biblical sense.
I want to listen when your soul speaks to mine.
I want to dance with you, step out of time.
I want to feast upon this list and then,
I want to do them all over again.
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