Hidden Treasure

In my forays into poetry I've realized two things. First that I've always thought good poetry difficult to write and hence have stayed close to prose. Secondly, now that I've started writing I have this intense dislike of the pieces I've written. Almost as soon as I've posted I want to delete what I've written. Makes me laugh a bit though. If this act of creation or expression leaves such a bad aftertaste, I pray for any children I might have :D


Breathless laugh
Tingling skin
Sweet sweet kiss
Crazy madness
Again and again
No….no…n
Again….yes

Wait come back here
Impish heavenly delight
Laughter and kisses

Friendly touches increase in temperature,
Duration,
Pressure,
Rhythm
moving, like the same dance with the right beat
too sweet

Groaning
Vision not sensitive enough to chart feeling
Mercy! Is this me? YES

Sweet Lord how do you do this
so disgustingly easily,

Match me, reach me, tempt me
hidden treasure mine to unearth
Touch me, reach me, tempt me,
know me,
Hidden treasure half uncovered
Another day to discover
where friendship leads


M. Woodham

Inorganic

I remember how it started.
I haven't forgotten you.
at least i think so

Are you ok?
Yeah I'm cool.
wonder what you'll do

There's nothing you can change.
I can't give you hope.
you look really sad

When did we die?
Is there someone else?
how are you going to cope

I'll always have your back.
Will always care.
they say you never forget your first.

Rediscovering

It's nice to rediscover things about yourself that you hadn't remembered or had attributed to being side effects of other things. I'm rediscovering that I have restless feet. I like to move around and experiment with new ideas and things. I may run off sunlight :D but I have a definite affinity for crisp clear moonlit nights, preferably out in the open.

Being alone and quiet and hearing the world pass you by. Being alone and quiet and observing the beauty of nature, now that's even better.

Seeing the expressions on someone's face when they've found something that's nice and surprising.

Knowing you've still got "it" Whatever that's supposed to be :D

(8) Blame it on the Music (8)

I've been carrying on a torrid love affair ever since I was eleven. It's only gotten deeper since I've grown older. People often wonder why I stare off in space , and my friends say I'm obssessed but I don't care. My lover is more sensitive than a dream, tempestuous as a lightning storm , as simple as a child. With qualities like these why do you act surprised that we spend hours each day together? And stop faasing in my damn private life, it's not any of your business that I come home late almost every night.

You say it's unhealthy for a young girl like me to be so caught up but you're so wrong. I'm not promiscuous, I'm safe. You say you've seen my lover with other persons before, men and women?! To hell with them! They don't matter, never have never will. I am all that counts.

Just me. Me and my music.

Fun!

Feeling very cuddly and excited today. Going to Mas camp and then to Ring road March this evening. A good time will be had by all :-D

Tabanca

What to do , what to say? There are no words to erase the pain , no balms to soothe the spirit except time. We have plenty of that. As my aunt says "Go round, come round". If it was meant to be it will.

Have questions about my ability to retain focus and stay committed. Heh. According to Paul some of us are called to remain in one state. I don't plan on that happening though.


Let the fun and games begin.