Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
Friends, I am told I might be worrying some of you… Continue reading Depressed, but still kicking
I have been told my whole life that I don’t have style. They were wrong. If their goal was to beat me down until my wardrobe was completely full of things that are boring, or that don’t feel like they are mine, they were successful. I gave up slowly. I tried to wear fashionable things but was told I didn’t look good in them. I … Continue reading Wearing My Will
Letter of Webs There is a pain In Jules’ straw-strewn head, Like spiders spinning Neurons into webs. . They sat and weaved Words from dreams and fears. Saline bleeding Arterial tears. . They filled the letter With what was held back before. Used wit, poise and humor, To darkest secrets adorn. . Sins threaded like silk through Tiny needles pull knots. Thoughts spinning, screaming, Are … Continue reading Letter of Webs, their unread poem
Dissolve I glide in salty, rain-drenched seas, Kindred to each fish And each molecule of water. ~ It’s another death and I Can’t wait to see How it begins. ~ I swim through ochre-grey skies, Blind and all-seeing. Flying like a bat, falling like a god. ~ It’s another me and I Can’t wait to see What I will become. ~ I burn 37 miles … Continue reading Dissolve, a poem of anticipation
It’s not that I’m all that attractive, or morally opposed to something. I just think clothes are dumb. Unless you are cold. Or sweaty. Or shy. But this idea of wearing clothes all the time is just … ridiculous to me. 1. It is a lie. Why do you think you need to hide your truth? We have unique patterns to our skin caused by … Continue reading I’m a Nudist Who Wears Clothes
Find me in the sandstorm, my love, Eyes scratched out and blind. I am waiting here for you To come to your senses in time. We were meant to be together, Even my psychic agrees. My beautiful lover, I know, You will come someday to me. Remember the time we spoke Of dreams we each held fast? And you told me that you hated How … Continue reading Blind, a poem of obsession
She doesn’t know what she wants to be named, only that the tea-stained name she’s heard over decades of being talked at doesn’t fit. She’s a survivor but her feelings get purple sometimes. She sees in color what others only hear. Words are rainbow realities. And she’s confused for a moment when In a casual conversation They say “now you understand” Because she understood before. … Continue reading In Color, a poem of the atypical
Shifting Ajune’s past was scratched off and abandoned, an old snake’s skin left to decay on the couch. Free of old fears, unblinded eyes registered the beauty of the moment as each box filled. Youth is moved through trembling fingers, shifting innocence from the present into the past. The ones who should shelter and care, instead crumple pictures and faces, turning away. The last scene … Continue reading Shifting, a poem of hope
Lucidity Lamb 