years
I spent years
thinking I was being hurt
by someone else
someone I wanted to hold close
I spent years
holding that person
at arms length
I spent years
listening to you
believing you
And you spent those years
hiding the truth
lying to me
damaging me
years
You cry out about helping "our" homeless,
as if you are doing anything to help,
as if you, yourself, are homeless and forsaken.
It makes me wonder if you inhabit the same world I do;
For, what are refugees, if not homeless?
And if we all share this planet,
are all a part of a global community,
how are they not "ours"?
Full moon,
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
Your breath
freezing
in my hair
and
half-cocked
promises
dancing in
sepia-toned
whispers.
This glimmer
of something fey;
of a fleeting, flitting thing
that might be
some kind of love;
glimpsed only
out of the corners
of eyes,
in flickering shadows
on starlit nights.
Perplexing peripheries,
fantastic phosphenes
dancing
just beyond reach
intangible as your words,
your whispered pledge;
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
And
Joy!
My family unit expands tomorrow,
one more life will be given to my care.
Jubilation!
One more cold nose to welcome me home,
one more wagging tail and grinning face.
One more reason to smile, to laugh.
My heart has already grown to
encompass another,
to hold that much more love.
(I hope it outgrows my body some day).
you put out all the lights
and left me,
alone and in the dark
and you hid in the shadows, silent;
watching, waiting;
until i couldn't remember
if you had ever
really
been there at all
if i had ever
really
been---
who i was. who was i?
---until i lit the lamps you left me with
and illuminated an illusion
that i thought was real.
until i forgot that you
had been the one
to snuff out my lights in the first place
and leave me with the lighter.
We don't need another hero by draecana, literature
Literature
We don't need another hero
When even your heroes need heroes,
and you're standing in the dark,
just reach out your hand and realize
that you are not alone.
We all stand in the dark some times.
You cry out about helping "our" homeless,
as if you are doing anything to help,
as if you, yourself, are homeless and forsaken.
It makes me wonder if you inhabit the same world I do;
For, what are refugees, if not homeless?
And if we all share this planet,
are all a part of a global community,
how are they not "ours"?
Full moon,
that jaundiced eye
staring down
at us,
unblinking.
Your breath
freezing
in my hair
and
half-cocked
promises
dancing in
sepia-toned
whispers.
This glimmer
of something fey;
of a fleeting, flitting thing
that might be
some kind of love;
glimpsed only
out of the corners
of eyes,
in flickering shadows
on starlit nights.
Perplexing peripheries,
fantastic phosphenes
dancing
just beyond reach
intangible as your words,
your whispered pledge;
your pretty mouth
spouts inanities,
but I'm not listening to the sounds.
too distracted
by your sleight of hand;
when
did you pluck
my heart from my chest
to slip into your pocket?
And
Joy!
My family unit expands tomorrow,
one more life will be given to my care.
Jubilation!
One more cold nose to welcome me home,
one more wagging tail and grinning face.
One more reason to smile, to laugh.
My heart has already grown to
encompass another,
to hold that much more love.
(I hope it outgrows my body some day).
you put out all the lights
and left me,
alone and in the dark
and you hid in the shadows, silent;
watching, waiting;
until i couldn't remember
if you had ever
really
been there at all
if i had ever
really
been---
who i was. who was i?
---until i lit the lamps you left me with
and illuminated an illusion
that i thought was real.
until i forgot that you
had been the one
to snuff out my lights in the first place
and leave me with the lighter.
We don't need another hero by draecana, literature
Literature
We don't need another hero
When even your heroes need heroes,
and you're standing in the dark,
just reach out your hand and realize
that you are not alone.
We all stand in the dark some times.
for everyone who needs to be by draecana, literature
Literature
for everyone who needs to be
if you were the stars,
then i'd be the darkness,
surrounding you in my embrace.
if you were the darkness,
then i'd be the moon,
near enough to be comforting.
if you were the moon,
then i'd be a cloud,
rising to you, kissing your face.
if you were a cloud,
then i'd be the sun,
warming you with my adoring gaze.
if you were the sun,
then i'd be the sea,
reflecting the beauty I see in you.
if you were the sea,
then i'd be the wind,
caressing, whispering 'i love you's.
if you were the wind,
then i'd be the trees,
singing you songs about forever.
if you were the trees,
then i'd be the Earth,
nurturing you, feeding your dreams.
if you were t
Hello World! My name is Sylvia(Sylvia Lee when I'm in trouble ;)). I love the written word, animals, a classy shade of red lipstick, and punctuation. I also have a deep abiding love for Castle, Sherlock, Doctor Who and crocheting. I hope to travel the world someday and to never lose my sense of wonder.
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How are you wonderful folks?
Things are pretty great on my end...but I haven't really written much in a looooooong time, and this is where you come in! My lovely, lovely Watchers, will you collaborate with me? Any of you? All of you? We can write anything from rhyming couplets to sonnets. Introduce me to your favourite form! I can do serious or silly. I'm open to anything. I'll try everything, at least twice(and then once more, seven years later, in case my tastes have changed! ;)) Shoot me a note and let's make beautiful poetry together. Or prose. I'm also up for prose.
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