The Tide by PoetryGrrrl

(also available in Spanish!)

Dancing in the moonlight
a shadow of me
I close my eyes
to the endless sea
I escape from my body
I set myself free
and without earthly restriction
I am free to be.
Nighttime’s shades of light & dark
flicker with the breeze
and the song of the evening calls to me sweetly
as, weeping, I fall to my knees.
While I embrace your countenance
the trees halt for a moment
in their mad, whirling dance
and the earth seems at a standstill
in its’ mighty, frozen stance.
Then, my happiness is colored black
when I am wrenched from your embrace
and the wind carries me on broken wings
pulling me from this place.
Though unwilling to leave you behind
I begin to fade away
It breaks my heart to leave you but
I know I cannot stay.
My time has now come
I must kiss your lips goodbye
while another longing, bitter tear
falls from the crumbling sky.

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my love,

would you be surprised if you knew
that my every thought returns to you?
you’re the first thing on my mind when I awake,
breathing you in with every breath I take,
you’re the last thing on my mind as I fall asleep
and when I am lucky, I see you in my dreams;
you may as well be the blood in my veins,
for whenever you leave, I bleed to death
and am re-born when you return to me,
our visits too few and far between;
you’re all that I need, though you don’t see
that my heart is broken, for I will have to be
content with loving you from afar;
wanting you with all of my heart,
feeling torn to pieces whenever we part;
my thoughts are forever on you when they should not be,
for you don’t, and never will, belong to me,
and yet, knowing this, still I am not free,
a slave to what I feel and not what i think;
such hell and such pleasure in humanity.

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.

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insecurity and strangulation;
self-doubt chokes
ability to share with others, lost
replaced with the feeling
that I am sorely lacking
in all respects.
How do I “become”
good enough and
lose myself in normalcy?
where do you buy confidence?
can I get a bushel please,
and a side order of consistency
I don’t like it
when the world changes
before my eyes
I am afraid to walk, speak
make eye contact,
there is no stability in the universe I live in;
or maybe the world is constant,
and I am ever-changing?

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Some days,
I open my mouth
to simply breathe
but instead,
poetry flows out of me
in torrential streams
enough to drown anyone
unlucky enough to be caught
at the wrong place
at the right time,
between me and my rhyme,
but hey,
on the bright side,
it’s always a nice day
for a swim.

longing
for things that can never be
waiting
for my heart to finally see
frustration
need not lead only to pain
temptation
is merely inspiration with another name

for temptation need not be acted on,
and frustration can be channeled into other things;
waiting can become an exercise in zen,
and longing for something I can never have
is better than having no interest in life again;
at least it gives me something to feel.

Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.