Part 1 - Poetry by Jade
Tossing and turning
Wide awake
Thinking of you.
My mind is burning
Heart aches
I long for you.
Sleepiness seeps into my body,
And I embrace it.
My eyelids soon become heavy
As I watch the sunset.
The blue and purple and pink
Bleed together, they are ink
And the sky the God's canvas.
So he paints the sunset for me.
And as the colors mix,
So does my reality
Mix with my dreams.
And the Goddess protects me as I sleep.
Beware the cesspool of the normal.
Fight it with all of your strength,
For it will pull you in and keep you
Sucking out your individuality
And leaving you another clone of society.
Beware the cesspool of the normal.
You can love her as much as you want,
As long as you only love her as a friend.
You can touch her as much as you want,
As long as there’s no desire behind your touches.
You can look at her as much as you want,
As long as they’re bored stares and not looks of lust.
You can love any woman you want,
As long as you aren’t one yourself.
I watch her dance.
I see the music take control of her body.
I feel her body take control of me.
As I watch her dance.
I miss you so much.
And when I’m dreaming of you,
It hurts to wake up.
Solid but fragile
Brave but scared
She's through letting the world walk all over her,
And she's ready to fight back.
You can be born;
Then you can die;
With nothing in between.
Or every morn
You can decide
To make each moment mean
Something Incredible.
Carpe diem.
SEIZE THE DAY!
Truth?
No way.
Ignorance is bliss;
Reality brings only pain.
Who chooses pain over bliss?
Not me, I am too sensitive.
I embrace the lies people feed me.
I have given up my search for truth,
And I am content with my world of illusions
Lie to me
I promise I will believe
Lie to me
But just don't leave
-Sheryl Crow
a gentle, whispery dream...
a dark woman
a slow walk
Together
we dance
to silent music
Morning comes.
The day is bleak.
i met him in grade school
fell for him slow and sweet
i am young, but i love strong
i feel it more each time we meet
so many dreams, so much time
i've waited long enough
i must tell him how i feel
but it is oh so so tough
every day i say i'll tell him
but every day i let it go
i hate myself for my cowardice
will i never let him know?
Longing Rules My Life!
Love Is An Angry Knife
It Slices My Heart
I Want What I Cannot Have
I Love Who I Cannot Have
It Tears Me Apart
If Love Is As Good As They Say,
Why Does It Hurt This Merciless Way?
No more self-pity
No more useless drama
No more hiding
I'm through with you.
Freedom…
Truth…
Self…
These words suddenly have new meanings
And awaken a hope, and excitement
That I had thought were long dead.
Honesty!
What a beautiful word!
And if pain is necessary to achieve it,
I welcome that too.
I'm not sure what waits ahead of me…
But I know what I'm leaving behind.
Leona
Leona
She watches her prey
He is handsome
Popular
Smiling at all the girls
She is huntress…
She is also victim
Leona
She observes the guilty one
She is beautiful
Radiant
Unconscious of her crime
A heart for a heart…
That Night
Deep into the night
I held her so close
Felt her soft black skin
Tasted her hot breath
Smelled her intoxicating scent
Deep into the night
I heard her moan
I watched her tremble
I gave her the most I knew precious gift I knew...
The first perfection of pleasure.
Deep into the night
I knew her flesh,
I knew her body
Like no one else
Had ever known it before
Deep into the night
I taught her all I knew
And then I learned from her...
From her breasts, her stomach
From her legs, her arms
Deep into the night
We were ours...
For a brief moment,
For a brief instant,
We belonged to ourselves.
The Woman of Many Truths
I am the woman of many truths.
Each of them I believe
While I am speaking it.
I am the woman of many lovers.
Each of them I love
While I am with her.
I am the woman of many lives.
Each of them is my own
While I am experiencing it.
I could tell you I am yours alone
And I would even believe it.
Then,
When I tell another the same,
I would believe that, too.
Inspired by Dranette and Carlo
One word
One phrase
A carelessly mentioned situation...
It brings with it
A thousand memories
A thousand pains
And then you hear her voice choke up
The tears threatening to dampen her eyelashes
An overwhelming sorrow
Penetrates your senses
At causing her sorrow.
To love a woman--
To tie your heart so intricately with another...
It is asking for pain,
And then cherishing it,
The very definition of masochism.
Such is what it means
To love a woman.
I hate it, this feeling, this overwhelming frustration loss anger betrayal hopelessness hatred, I hate this hour, this time, like so many before it, I thought it was over this time, its not, I hate it, this inability to trust, this inability to enjoy, this longing for the simplest pleasures that do not exist for me, I hate it, this helplessness, I couldnt do anything even if I knew what to do and I dont, I hate it, this hatred I cannot control, I cannot stop, I cannot tame, I hate it, this feeling, I hate it.
To drown you in me
To smother me in you
Suffocation of the grandest order
Your body like stone tossed up into rain
An unyeildingly intense waterfall
Of sensual exploration...
To taste your beauty for the first time
(Over and over again)
Therein shall we shatter the laws of the physical
And create our own
Running
And moving
And rushing
In this running moving rushing world
Surrounded by running moving rushing people
Wanting sometimes
Wanting just once to slow down
To see, maybe, what the world looks like
When I can make out more than a blur
Wanting
And wishing
And wondering
Without really having the time to wish and wonder
Just enough time to dimly realize
That there's something wonderful missing
From this wonderfully swift, wonderfully modern life.
Just don't look at me
I'm afraid of what you'll see
My lazy days reflected
In the curves of my belly
Even Angelou and Sark
Are but fleeting consolation
For the daily despair
Of this painful obsession
I don't forget those moments
Precious, unashamed happiness
Your cupped hands around my stomache
Offering acceptance, and bliss
But that jewel of self-love
Rarely outlasts the next meal
I long to change how I look
But need to change how I feel
I am womyn! I'm of the Earth
My breasts are full, my hips are strong
I was made short and round
Not skinny and long
And this I'm proud of--
But only when I'm alone
Outside my world, next to you
I compare to models and magazine clones
That's why I feel unpretty
In this body and this shape
But I don't want someone else's
So I keep hiding in shame's black cape
Thank you for your time
Perhaps now you'll understand my plea
I love you and all that you are,
But please don't look at me.
© 2002 almorey@thwy.net
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