Secret

vine shrines

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Fruitarian

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VINE SHRINES

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Rose,
morning glory,
and trumpet vines
cover garden
walls
weaving secret shrines

Wisteria, clematis,
honeysuckle vines
painting landscapes
as they climb

Tomato, squash,
eggplant
and pumpkin vines...
.. they don't climb
that others may dine

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-saiom shriver-

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Always Anonymous

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A-Z poems

I leave letters in lockers

Secretly admiring those

way out of my league.

Whose biting words

Have dug their way

Through the wall i put up

And slowly sink their way in.

Yet i secretly admire you

The suple cut of your lips

The swinging sway of hips

As you sashay your way down 

The hallways of High School

Heels clicking against the asphalt

I leave love letters in lockers

Telling those who taunt me

That even if everyone else is against them

I love them for who they really are,

Because I never want someone

To feel the pain I do

And as i hang myself

From this garage door

Writing this letter to all

Who mocked me in hallways,

I hope my letters saved someone

Who all think are perfect and happy

And though you taunted me

Always Publicly

Know I never wished ill of you

Even though my letters were

Always Anonymus....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

First poem in my A-Z poem folder

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ALICE AND THE STABLES.

The stables
where horses
snort and move

 

and grooms work
and sky dull
and greyish

 

Alice walks
holding on
for dear life

 

to the hand
of Mary
the one she

 

has chosen
to be her
new mother

 

fingers red
with washing
chores and things

 

but it's warm
as she holds
the hand tight

 

Mary talks
of cold nights
noisy bed

 

attic mice
and spiders
in corners

 

of the room
Alice says
I could stay

 

in your room
keep you warm
cuddle up

 

hold you close
as I did
with Mother

 

in her bed
before she
was locked up

 

with illness
of her brain
Mary sighs

 

feels the hand
in her own
small and warm

 

small fingers
tiny nails
pink and pure

 

different class
than her own
we will see

 

Mary says
stable sounds
horses snort

 

their large heads
looking out
big black eyes

 

large white teeth
busy grooms
at their work

 

Alice looks
inner fear
but draws near

 

wants to stroke
Mary lifts
Alice up

 

her red hands
wedged beneath
small armpits

 

mother's love
smells the soap
in the hair

 

on the blue
pinafore
Alice smiles

 

feels the horse
smooth and hot
on her hand

 

Mary holds
feels the heart
beating soft

 

as she holds
Alice up
to the horse

 

secret child
adopted
in her heart

none must know
of this love
secret pact

 

lift her on
a groom says
Alice thrills

 

lifted there
Mary holds
the groom laughs

 

in loud barks
in the blood
this horse love

 

the groom says
Alice smiles
happiness

 

shining out
of her eyes
Mary holds

 

her tightly
keeps her there
on the horse

 

safe and sound
then later
after that

 

lifts her down
to the ground
as the horse

 

with the groom
walk away
come on then

 

Mary says
let's go back
your father

 

will wonder
where you are
Alice nods

 

holds the hand
soft and warm
wants to be

 

close to her
but she sees
by the house

 

Nanny stand
arms folded
grim features

 

dressed in black
Mary holds
the child's hand

 

tighter still
walking back.

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A sonnet for Shannon

a sonnet for Shannon 
 
You first captured my gaze.
Intriguing, curiosity what I would give?
What I was waiting for with one life to live?
A quick glance to one another, my soul wherein?
My heart follows my gaze herein,
A single second to relive?
Do my feelings misgive?
Your heart I want to win?
No! Break the gaze and question no more.
Free yourself and continue on.
I can't let my guard down again.
My heart I wish for you to restore.
Even though my gaze I have withdrawn.
My love for you will still remain.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

how I met Shannon and what I felt at the time. Confused, shy, curious, engrossed, but careful. She had an air of mystery to her when I first caught a glance of those grey eyes. I wanted to know more about her.

Knot of Normality - March 17, 2012

Hung by ropes of tension;

That're pulled so tight.

I'm suffocating, faking,

 

That I'll be all right.

 

I've got this knot,

Tied around my throat.

The knot of normality;

Secretly making me choke.

 

Pretended it wasn't there,

And that I didn't care,

I clearly didn't know,

The pain I couldn't show.

 

Each person pulling tighter,

On this rope so taut,

I cannot help the location,

In this knot I've been caught.

 

Ropes of everyone different,

Of people not listening,

Tie the knot of normality;

My blood so glistening.

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"Floating"

She wore a cloak of ambient moonlight,
The walls of mahogany sleepless in the quantum radiation.
Her breath reeking of gin, her hair of velvet a beautiful mess,
She wandered as a shadow, the marble stone floors cold as the winter snow.

She breathed lightly, listening to the breeze dance along the outer bricks.
She wandered room by room, listening, waiting.
She could almost feel the night air kiss her neck,
The way it twisted, scattered, smelled of the winter pine.

She danced, floated to invisible snare drums,
Hummed to the inaudible cello.
A sainted animation of the lustrous night,
She drifted along the quiet marble.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Tell me what you think!

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Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
To: Love bug
Alcona, innisfil, ontario
 
March 18th 2013
Today I release a message in a bottle, from the shores of Internet sea. Pass it along with hopes of finding its way to her. When she sees it she will know its for her. Will my message arrive? When? By who's hands will it be delivered? So much mystery. Thinking of you always....
 

I love her eyes

But it's no surprise 
My death was inevitable
 
They have changed
Her view is deranged
I'm no longer lovable
 
I could get her back
Rebuild qualities I lack
Even alone that would net a gain
 
If I sit tight
I could win this fight
We may be a family again
 
I want her to say
Before my dying day
That I am father of the year
 
I love our son
He is the one
Who will change the path I steer
 
What I thought wouldn't cease
It was just a tease
What I could have if I was a better man
 
I made my mistakes
Again and again for gods sake
Why can't I just stick to my plan
 
I tried my best
To be better than the rest
But always caused myself to bleed
 
Held on so tight
Tried to make it right
Wonder if ill ever succeed 
 
I want to tell her my thoughts
How I love and miss her lots
Hard to do what is best for me
 
We both made our choice
Despite all the noise
Of others opinions spoke in harmony
 
Chased her for years
Tried to take away her tears
I need to let her love me
 
Love me for me
Not what I make her believe
When I try so hard not to be
 
An actor who shows
Her what she already knows
Is inside my heart of stone
 
If I put on a play
Plan everything  I say
All fakers end up alone
 
Ill step back a minute
Watch her go fight and win it
I need to get her out of my head
 
Climb from the hole I have dug 
Free to fly my love bug
No longer tangled up in my web
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Maybe this peom will reach her in the distant future. She is on Facebook but I am not. I could just message it to her but I cant get over my butterflies. I am too nervous to send it to her directly. 

Secrets in the sand

knowing you the way I got to, helped me really appreciate the rain pouring down, & to look past the clouds.. 

I never felt one with the sand until you touched my hand.. even the fireworks weren't ever as breath-taking.. 

you to me, were like a piece of breathing earth, with eyes, & ears.. a heart.. but too many fears.. 

I can't say you have much more then me, though.. & it doesn't matter which one of us is less flawed..

 

I wish I could fly away to a paradise, somewhere i'll finally have all the closure I need... for everything..

I feel like I have to fight with myself everyday.. battle of self esteem, hopes, dreams, disappointments, needs.. 

I battle to stay awake, & I battle to fall asleep.. 

 

wherever did the peace go? whatever happened to the flow...

I got lost in the forest of my mind, trying to become free..

but more then a few of these deeply rooted trees have collapsed & fallen on top of me..

scratching at the dirt, gripping at the grass.. I can't breathe..

 

is love just as much baggage as hate..? because they both seem to feel equally heavy..

maybe inside i'm just overweight.. 

maybe that's what i've been seeing.. 

how can I work from the inside, out..? 

how can I prevent these ups & downs..? 

do you even know..? I didn't think so..

it's all up to me.

 

learn to appreciate the rain... even if it's drenching you in pain..

i'll always be your secret.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2.27.13

Stripped of innocence

She was a pretty young girl with a whole in her heart,
She hadnt seen her daddy he was too busy shootin up.
Her mum was always angry couldnt put down the pipe.
But the girl wasnt going down with them,
Not without a fight.
But when she got her first job,
She was still so young.
She thought his flirty comments,
Were just abit of fun.
He started to really take an interest
He slowly became her friend,
Made her feel special,
Her heart had started to mend.
He said he wanted to help her,
At first she didnt think this was true,
But after some reasurance,
He was the one she began to run to,
She knew there was darkness,
Yet she wanted more,
Although he was much wiser
She never found him a bore
He nurtured her as a young,
But only for a while,
Then he treated her as a proper woman,
An expected more then just a smile
He knew how to make her happy,
He knew how to make her sad,
He knew that all she ever wanted,
Was a fucking dad.
She wanted to be his daughter,
He pretended he wanted that too,
Then he started to feed her wine,
And tell her what to do.
She didnt want to be touched by him,
She didnt want to be kissed,
But she didnt want to dissapoint him,
So she gave him what he wished.
It broke her little heart,
That her mother couldnt see,
Her little girl was locked in lie,
And just wanted to be set free.
Two years later she was living with her sister,
Hoping her mums missing her,
He took advantage of this with open arms,
He pulled all of his moves and worked all his charms.
She was craving love and attention,
So she played the part and gave him her affection,
He made her feel wanted,
Like he needed her around,
She finally felt happy,
Like her place in this world was finally found.
It took him four whole years,
Now he had her under his spell,
But he was her 50 year old boss
With a wife an kids as well.
She lost all her morals,
He stripped her of self respect,
This twisted little game of his,
Was starting to take effect.
He bought her expensive things,
So she would continue to smile,
But the kisses weren't enough no more,
He wanted something more worth while.
But she couldnt give him more,
He had taken far too much.
So he started looking elsewhere,
Only thinking of his croutch.
She slowly started to lose his interest,
He acted like he didnt care,
So she dressed up nice an sexy,
And said touch me anywhere.
But then it all got too heavy,
She didnt want to live a lie,
She was so scared no one would believe her,
But she was still willing to try.
He cant come near her anymore,
Just like she wanted,
But now she really misses him,
An her dreams are always haunted.
She cant face her friends,
Shes empty inside.
Always second guessing herself,
An still doesn't believe he lied.
They told her he was grooming her,
They told her his love was un true,
But she will never belive it,
Until she hears it from you.

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