I get on one knee

I get on one knee



and plant a seed


corn squash & bean

“marry me 

Spring and Autumn;

be mine

and I’m 


forever yours,”


Of A Woman Named Rain

Eyes closed.


The distant sound of lazy, rolling waves caresses your ears. You're no stranger to patterns and repetition, but the predictable noise of the tide is somehow different, somehow comforting.


Inhaling deep breaths of salty air that carries the song of no responsibilities or cares, you revel deeply in the foreign sensation of utter tranquility. 


A bird calls from somewhere nearby and it shakes you only slightly from this dream like reverie.


A perfect escape.


You find yourself humming along to the tune of the breeze as it playfully ruffles your hair; the thought of sangria crosses your mind for a brief moment, but drinks are best for leaving the office behind.


And right now, you're in paradise,

no liquor required.


You stretch sore muscles, still stiff from sitting in that damned chair for what feels like days on end. The warm tropical air seems to breathe life back into a weary body.


Your shoulders momentarily shudder. The weight of your normal life unexpectedly seeps in like an unwanted visitor.




You fumble and struggle to push it out of your mind and refocus again on the warmth of the midday sun against your face.


Outside of this place, there's a storm. A relentless hurricane that batters against stability; torrential rains pound against buildings and flooded streets keep you trapped in that  office.


It's a dreary and abysmal existence.


If you think hard enough, you can recall a time when the sun would shine bright, and the sky was an endless sea of the richest blue.

When birds chirped melodies and the trees gladly borrowed  shade with leafy green palms.


Yet what once was life in technicolor gave way to dismal greyscale, and soon the rains came. What was supposed to be a season stretched on for uncomfortable lengths, and one day  you realized the storm was here to stay.


The relentless showering of water upon rooftops, and the continual howling of angry wind was enough to drive a man mad.


Yet you'd caught glimpses of the sun a few times- the briefest moment when the blanket of sullen grey cracked, and for those few seconds, hope was renewed.


Hope that the sun may yet shine again, that the birds may return; the only memories of the storm now collecting in raindrops rolling off their feathers.


It wasn't much, but it kept you holding on, and that's when you stumbled upon the secret place. A hidden corner of the world, somehow untouched by the storm outside.


It was the best and worst thing you could have discovered.


Each visit was a small slice of paradise, a break from watery misery, but your footprints tracked muddy reminders of bleak reality every time you entered. You feined ignorance but couldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening.


White sands, gradually staining with the murky darkness of the storm.


So often you mused to yourself if this place was your savior, or ultimate damnation.

For as pleasant and relaxing as it was, the nagging guilt of leaving others outside  as you indulged in relief left you walking back into the downpour with your head down,  and heart heavy.


It was impossible to tell if this tropical escape was necessary for staying your sanity, or if it was only a matter of time before it too fell prey to the swallowing blackness looming on the doorstep.


Only the roaming hands on the clock face of life could know the answer you searched for. And if you were honest with yourself, nothing else could quite compare to the way this beachy escape could make you feel. It stirred a long dormant part of you awake, and to lose this secret cove could feel like severing a lifeline.


You needed this.


For a man can only take so much mud and water squelching in his shoes before he slips under the same floods that have claimed so many before him.


"Perhaps, just perhaps, ignorance truly is bliss"


With renewed clarity, you dig your toes beneath warm sands  while the seagulls call, and a smile of contentment settles on your face.


When the breeze blows just right,


and the waves crash in tune,


you can nearly drown out the sound of the wailing winds behind you.



Truckers Wife

Unpublished Work © March 7, 2015 Shanell Meek

I don't know how you do it they say,

I don't know how you stay,
When he's never there, 
But it's so easy you see,
To me he is everywhere. 
He's my morning wake up call,
He's my afternoon lunch date,
He's my dinner date, 
He's the last voice I hear each day,
He's there in my dreams, 
He's here in my heart,
He's here in every way,
Except one. 
It's the life of a truckers girl I lead, 
He's a hard working man,
With a dream. 
He's taking me along, 
On the ride of my life. 
Someday he's going to make me,
His truckers wife. 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for my love.

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I stand up tonight 
to an ebony galaxy,
a sky full of twilight stars,
while I am here confined to my
cognitive scars , my memories are 
my self imposed bars.
I am looking for reasons
that give meaning to the 
last 13 years that my life ,  like 
Fall was in season.
I push through the murky surface
and watch those dreams 
slip down the time stream ,
into the enveloping cold
Grief like 
gravity`s reach 
pulling me rapidly through
the ripples.
I am searching for the sorrow 
under suppression 
in a deep depression
hidden in the hollow part of me.
The time is now to release this 
negative obsession,
the bereaved , funeral procession.
I `ll give it back to you , 
the agony that comes with the rain ,
Sober and stained by the life 
me holding
the pain 
without the 
of commitment.
I am turning my back 
leaving behind my self imposed bars,
drifting alone under sapphire skies.
The next time I`ll see  " you "  ,  through the disguise.
I`ll see the past through tomorrows eyes. 

Asian Eyes

Inside a room behind
silhouetted black hair
Khmer traditional wear
Ruined Dreamer
Asian eyes
confession to
to the illusions
she created
surely weighted
with regret .
Jaded dragon`s
burned desire.
A single wet tear
a rivulet .
Pallid and breathless
as the window
is drowned with rain .
gauzy grey clouds gather .
Thunder crashes
sending the fiery ashes
of passion scattered
into pieces back
into life's creases .
Chasing the spiral
of everything that made me feel
connected now
has left me divided into
Locked in a
lightless room divided,
I can see through the smallest
of windows provided ,
past regret to the pinpoint of life
that blooms on the horizon
behind the Dark City where there`s always
an door open
to the blood moon rising .
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Wednesday Wed

Mate Love
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On that Wednesday we were wed
On that Wednesday we were we'd
Near a windkissed dune by the sea
Crowned by wet dunegrass weeds


-saiom shriver-

(2nd version)

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                                                  Elizabeth My love

Love is;
letting go...
Let go of the past,
let go of the future.
let go of the sorrows.
Love is;
Finding Happiness.
Love is;
Being True!
Love is;
Becoming something more,
love is;
Finding hapiness and safety.
And my only love is you.

Elizabeth #$%##  #^^^$%^&

Author's Notes/Comments: 

my feelings.

The Naive

Once a day the naive say

I cant wait for my wedding day

They make their vows and give a ring

While some dance, others sing

The night will end when lovers bed

While the dreams of the future cloud their head

They wake in a daze of happily ever after

They start their days with love and laughter

As the days progress the nerves wear thin

Is that you, I have to nurture again

I'm beginning to feel used and neglected

You feel as you are already rejected

A sense of resentment builds inside

And to those vows you wont abide

Selfishness rears it's dreary head

And soon you'll find your love is dead

How can sweet love end so tragic

The naive think its full of magic

How do we avoid this disturbing truth

Pay attention to elders in our youth

See their patience, love & tact

Notice their manners, matter of fact

So forget your lows and forgive the lies

Focus on true love and compromise

Look into those eyes that once melted your heart

And vow again to never part

For one day, young new lovers will dawn

And how will they mimic old love if it's gone?

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            The gate is locked,
            but he tried his luck,
            The key so big,
            The gate so small,
            But by simple law of force,
            The gate gave way,
            With its pillars ,
            And all that held it firm.


The pain was excruciating,
My strength depreciating,
While my “grandfather” thrusts,
Laughing as I cried,
Panting as I gasped.
And when he was done he left.
Leaving me with tears, sorrow and blood.
Tears in my eyes, tear in my vagina.
And deep in my soul, I die.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The reality of underage marriage as practiced by some cultures.