Great Promises

I wish.

But nothing changes.

There is so much

BEAUTY

in where I want

to be.

I understand.

But it's not easy.

Things

worth having,

are worth

FIGHTING FOR.

I struggle.

But there is hope.

I cling to

GREAT PROMISES

for what my future

will hold.

A Second Too Late

What is this?

A giant swirling of

NOTHING

is chipping my bones,

crushing my thoughts,

attacking my well-being.

I've been swept up

into the turning and twisting.

I reach for things

to steady me,

to pull me out,

as I come around

- but I always grab for them

a SECOND too late.

Subtle Yet Paramount

I can't make a decision

on what physical part of you

is my favorite.

When you hold me,

it is your chest-

safe, warm and strong.

When you touch me,

it is your hands.

When you walk toward me,

it is your legs.

When I have just left you,

it is your smell -

still trapped in my hair and clothes.

When we talk,

it is your voice.

When you text me,

it is your fingers.

And when we are

completely apart,

it is your heartbeat

for keeping you alive -

a most subtle

yet paramount sound.

Identity Theft

YOU KNOW WHAT:

I'm sick of this.

And I'm

DONE

with this

IDENTITY THEFT.

I don't have to

fix all my problems myself.

I don't need

your approval

on everything I dream of doing.

I'm not

alone in my struggles.

I haven't been

abandoned or forgotten.

I AM a

WARRIOR PRINCESS.

I AM a

CONQUEROR.

I AM

PROVIDED FOR.

I AM a

CHILD OF GOD.

So let's

DO THIS.

Suckage

You know your life

is sucking pretty bad

when you wake up

on time,

remember what's been happening,

think

"UGH.

I DO NOT want

to deal with this day!"

and go back to sleep.

So now I'm

running late,

too.

Flirting with Disaster

Impulsive things.

Only when I am

greatly frustrated

do I SEEK OUT

things to shock,

to thrill,

to flirt with disaster.

Abandoning caution,

I reach for the

unpredictable

in horrid hopes of

an EXPLOSION.

Labored Waiting

It was a beautiful tangle of

US.

You and I.

Together,

alone,

dripping with milky moonlight,

caressed by gentle wind,

enveloped in a hushed world.

Moments of

wonderful completeness

became the

masterpiece

of three and a half tortured months

of labored waiting,

longing to be

in your arms

again.

Oh my HEART!

Did you see it?

Did you hear it?

Just then?

It grew,

it came alive,

it was singing.

I was in your arms -

safe

warm

happy.

The pieces always seem to

come together

when I'm there.

And now I'll

dream of you,

as soon as I

turn out the light.

Because your scent

is covering me,

and I still feel

the tracks your hands made.

Dark Green Handprints

The smell of your skin

is clinging to my flesh,

my hair,

my clothes.

I wish I really was purple,

and you really were green.

And then,

every time we

touch each other,

we would leave traces

in the form of

swapping

colors.

Mainly,

I just adore the thought

of your dark green handprints

on my body.

Slow Start

Slow start.

I'm dragging my feet this morning,

as if my failure to

change out of my pajamas

will somehow delay

the moment I must

figure it all out.

What if I simply

refuse to make

major decisions?

That could be

good for me.