Peace, all I long for is your quiet company
Where do you run to when I need you
Somewhere far from sanity, lingering on the beach
I reach, I feel chaos; you’re gone

Down the road is so far when every thought is in a car
In my head, a constant traffic jam I don’t want
Where is my 4 am?  A solitary highway
To the conclusion I’ve been seeking all my life

Disjointed, yes.  I can’t apologize, for the words
Reside in another lobe of my seizing conscience.
Gripping one last time to the lull, a fleeting mellowness.
Cold salt shock, roaring eardrums, struggling to not intake…

Aching, burning, farewell.  Suck in the confusion,
False substitute, it grates against my last grain of tolerance.
You… slacker.  Peace, you’re never here for me, but
I wouldn’t know for I have given in to your nemesis.

What am I when the words don’t connect,

a scribbler of nonsense that’s imperfect?

I put down word, sentence, comma, dots;

All that comes out is a tangle of knots.

When nothing grabs my fantasy

I feel like I’m unable to be me. 

I want every composition to 

flow together unique and new:

there’s magic even in the simple sentences

there’s a purpose even without a noun or verb

there’s a reason I can’t write today

Maybe this is what I had to say.

I just want you to hold me
together
in your soul’s embrace

I just want you to tell me
forever
you love me, you want me

I just want you to lay with me
wherever
is fine,
I just want you.

Friend in the mirror

Blurred through steam

When you speak, I hear

My own voice scream

I reach out to you

Trying to see clearer;

Squinting through,

The fogged mirror.

Our fingers touch and

Trace a heart together.

There is no other friend

Like my Mirror Sister.

Feed

feel

care

grow

do silly things

Snorkle through the coral reef

Buzz.

Along a flowery boulevard in a quaint European town,

a strange light-hearted scene was right about to go down.

Betwixt grass blades, unnoticed by most, a scuffle arose.

About whether or not Moses’s toe was actually a rose.

“My great grandpappy was there!” an inch worm insisted,

yet the butterfly swore the story’d been twisted.

“More like a fungus, a toadstool, I’d heard”

“Bah, you’ve just been bamboozled by Pharaoh’s fell word.”

A tumbleweed rolled through and the butterfly farted.

I think that’s the end of it right there.

Oh to be a cat,

A cat without a care,

Carefully grooming my paw,

Pawing catnip toys,

Toying with mice and bugs,

Bugging my owner for food,

Food whenever I please,

Please is a word I would never say,

Say “meow” all day and night,

Night would be my time to prowl,

Prowl along alleyways and gutters,

Gutturally growling, tail standing aloof,

Aloof towards all I come across,

Across the world I would wander,

Wandering selfishly in the moment,

Momentarily pausing to see

Seas, mountains, plains, sights,

Sigh…  Oh to be a cat.  

queenchristinewrites:

 (195/365) 18 November 2010

(Source: robobitchadventures)

I reveal spinning stars twinkling along my universe

each light my own imagining, my own creation

What is this place, my life, but a mystical verse

Each celestial body in random but perfect formation.

Chaos

Hurt

Angry

Not what I was expecting

Good in the long run

Empty my stagnant situation and start anew

Sometimes life can’t wait for me to make the first step

One word
Unrest
I feel

For the
Undetermined
Future

How very
Uncharacteristic
Of me