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Would you make your life over? / Would you undo the done things, / do the undone?
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If you had a chance / What would you change / How would your life / Be rearranged How many secrets / Would you keep / How many less tears ...
I’ve lost my ability to sing
Last night I dreamt about my Dad, the one I knew and adored as a child. I dream about him sometimes and when I do, it leaves me with a longing so intense, a melancholy I can’t seem to shake. So I guess I’ll shake it here for you.
. Have no secrets. .
When will your lungs seize with heat? / When will the air crackle your skin? / When will you stop screaming? / When will your prayer be hear…
*I wrote this at the request of someone who loved someone who died in the towers on 9/11/01. Her greatest fear was that he died worrying about whether to jump, or not. She died on 9/15/06, following a brief encounter with cancer. *
heavy-lidded and craving another and another and another / wild orbital swing, at the center of you.
Installment #1 of 3 in my Storm series Again, all the odds inside me at war over each other. The ever-strengthening need to just get laid…with the need to wake up next to someone who gives a shit. There is a harvest moon tonight. The moon will lay big and full and orange in the night sky. Wolves come out on nights like this, I’m told. Given how I’m feeling of late, I think its best I lock my doors and chain myself to a heavy piece of furniture.
I’d expected to hear his side of the story – an equal and opposite force. But instead I heard what I already knew or had pieced together,...
Looking for Alibrandi
Memories fade, echoes diminish / But if you listen, in the quiet times / You can just faintly make out / Laughter, Love and Life A Rose o…
I want to run my toes up his pants / under the cover of white table linen / caress that beautiful organ between his legs / surrounded as we …
Installment #2 of 3 in my Storm Series. Installment #3 is here and the first one is here I apologize if this is the ramblings of a mad woman. Right now I’m sick (literally, with a raging 102 degree fever) and all I can do is write about my tall, dark, wants-me fantasy. I dreamt about him last night…tossing around all sweaty and full of fever between the sheets. I might not be of sound mind to know whether this is good writing. I’ll re-read it when the fever breaks and decide its ultimate fate.
The sum of all those things / Echoed back
On his bottom lip hung a cigarette a balancing nicotine sea-saw; he could drawback and exhale smoke hands free method. / His hands were i…
This idea came from a conversation recently…..I think that person may know who they are! Many thanks for the idea X
It was Never my intention
Love / Hate / Love
The frozen lake expels her fractured heat, / until the heart is sought, and then she’s cold – / an icy tomb where wilted flowers meet ...
More introspection; philosophy of life, and self – hard to separate the two at times – and alot of underlying heartache, sadness and bad-deeds-done against the subject; there by ripping some very much needed confindence and base-line human joy from the subject – me. A.K.A, a childhood trauma poem!
I From the kitchen / lips and tongue singing / as a 5 am songbird. / Dough rises, / and falls / about your arthritic, yet / ni…
This is a poem I wrote for (and about) my beautiful Grandmother, who raised me after my mother had been so violently stripped from our lives. this is about how I treated her like shit as a teenager (man, I was mad at my lot!) and how that is my one and only regret in this life. Luckily, after i tuned 20 or so, i left all that stupid-teenage crap behind,and treated her proper – like my mother. Damn, I miss her.
I should never ask questions / To things I don’t want the answers to! / But I am my own worst enemy.
I write when I’m depressed. I think too much when I’m depressed. And, I really wish I could turn my bloody mind off!
You want it! / Cannot have it / Ask forgiveness / Yet can’t forget Must wake up! / Life’s not as it seems / Words are only words / Dream…
I don’t have a link to the actual song sorry (it’s over 20 years old), but found the Pure Prairie League lyrics on the web :) – song title appropriated for the poem title (hoping C.Fuller/M.Reilly/T.Goshorn won’t mind) / Lately I don’t know what’s going on with me / I feel so different is it somethin’ that I failed to see / Yesterday I had you near and it was oh so right / But now you’re gone and I can’t tell day from night / Close your eyes and see me standin’ here / Love or lies everything just disappears / Love is an illusion… never what it seems / Love is just confusion… it’s the stuff of broken dreams / I see you walkin’ down the main line / You’ve got your red dress on and you’re lookin’ so fine / Like a fool I’d run to you with my heart in hand / But you’re blind to the things I do and I’ll never understand / And I close my eyes look at me and I see you standin’ here / And it’s not a surprise… everything just disappears / Love is an illusion… it slips right through your hand / Love is just confusion… an’ I’ll never.. never understand / Love is an illusion… it’s a shadow of your smile / Love is just confusion… an’ it’s with me.. with me all the while / If I could have you here tonight… If I could only hold you tight / Maybe we could figure out why we ever let it go / Love is an illusion… it slips right through your hand / Love is just confusion… an’ I’ll never.. never understand / Love is an illusion… oh it’s just a shadow in your smile / Love is just confusion… an’ it’s with me all the while / Love is an illusion / Love is just confusion / Love is an illusion / Love is just confusion
The brush. With each gentle stroke / Her heart aches / Longing for a time not long ago / When what was once full and luminous / Meant heal…
as most of you know i’ve recently shved my head to raise money for breast cancer awareness. what you dont know is that even though i chose to shave my head for breast cancer and i dont have cancer, i do have some understanding of what it feels like to loose your hair because of illness. so armed with the “Knowing” of how heart wrenching it can be to see those webs of locks entangled in the brush i put it down in words. HUGS xxxx thank you for reading it Namaste’ Jilli
The swell of the tide that reminds me of your eyes / your kiss / your touch and taste
This was inspired by linaji’s “The Sands of Insignificance”, which moved me beyond all belief.
This coastline is quiet. / I’m losing control, and hope. / But change is impossible now, am I right? / I’d rather starve than spend this win…
There are things I just can’t erase / ... / Dreams away… Miles apart…
“Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.” Sydney J. Harris I definitely agree with Mr. Harris on this quote! Nov. 2009 ♦ Featured by Inspired by life group ♦ Yay!!!
I am trapped in my own little world / A world of grey clouds and black moons / In this world, I am the Queen / In this world, where I rule
This one is a re-post. I wrote this piece a few months ago during a very tough time in my life.
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