Right now, due to the fact that this is a young site, this one page will have both poetry and prose. Hopefully if I get enough material, I will expand this into several pages.
The Power of Two
by Lizabeth Jane
As I lay there clenching her bra in my hand, the sweet smell of her perfume, soap, and body melted into one aroma that I deeply inhaled. In one short breath, I hope that she is behind me, ready to put her silken arms around me, to make me feel safe, but my hope is shattered with the cold realization that I am alone miles away from my angel.
It was only yesterday that I awoke to the feeling of someone lightly running fingers through my hair, and then tracing the outline of my body. Only yesterday that began the beginning or what I would say was my first kiss, my first love, or the first time I had really ever lived.
And now here I was in the darkness the enveloped me, the same darkness that on the night before we welcomed as a shadow or protection, to perhaps do the things that everybody didn't always accept. The holding each other and the caring for each other, that led to the kissing each other, which I cannot even describe.
I had never felt safer together than in her room, even though the door was cracked open and her parents were not that far away…the TV in their room was on, and rather loud, perhaps shielding any noise they were afraid to hear, from their ears, did we care?
Why might this be so strange so unheard of, or isn't it? Is this just love, the mere shadow of two people coming into one, to enjoy each other and to comfort each other, or is this the basic foundation to a happy life? What could ever be wrong with two teenagers in love, even if they are two women? You tell me.
Like a Bird
Day passes me by, and night rolls along,
All day in my head I sing this same old song
Its song about love it's a song about truth
But most days this song is about one thing - you
What I can't stop, and I can't control
The rivers are deep and the sun rolls along
I may not be anybody but someone's singing here
If only I could talk about this godforsaken year
I want, to be free like a bird
On the wings of silver dove
Falling towards the sea
If there was only one kind, who would that be?
This face has been contemplating wild inner thoughts
And now more ever day they come within my realm,
These dreams keeps getting weirder now, stranger with ever step,
But somewhere in all these dreams, your picture there I kept
Why do I keep seeing you, if only in my mind?
When chains and locks and hidden keys, there you do find
All I know is that love is strange,
That sometimes we're together, and sometimes….
I want, to be free like a bird
On the wings of silver dove
Falling towards the sea
If there was only one kind, who would that be?
We're finally there together, sitting hand in hand,
On the wings of the dove of peace forever,
And sometimes know things could wrong,
But then again that doesn't matter, we'll get along, oh…
We could be free like the birds above
Resting on the wings of the silver dove
Falling towards the sea
If there was only one kind, who would that be?
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