10 Aug 2021
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
You are a speck in the distance
I will you closer so I can view my enemy
You were thrust into my eyesight with little thought
I ridiculously believed in the construct of us
I try to define your borders in the dwindling light
You could be an angel as easily as a demon
I scrabble for purchase as I slide down this embankment
Terrified of being swallowed into
The abyss that is you
21 Nov 2020
by Toasha
in desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow
Tags: pain, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow
You made me whole again and savage
Drowning in your mouth while I tried to breathe
We were unassailable in our belief
Thought our love immortal and flawless
The end came surreptitiously and with force
My anguish clouded all pretense of repair
You left without notice in the night
As I slept like an unaware child
There will always be a version of me
Raw and open when I think of us
Part of me will always be looking for you
In the dark bar, the coffee shop
Around the corner of my end days
Grey haired and wrinkled, waiting
Searching
For you
11 Apr 2020
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Uncategorized, writing
Drink me. The note was inconspicuous
I tasted the remnant of you
My tongue was not certain of familiarity
I wiped my mouth and glanced furtively
The room was full of versions of you and I
I cried into an empty goblet
Of pride and caresses
You grinned malevolently
As I scrabbled for purchase
In this destination of what we were
While I kissed that chasm that
Was us
11 Apr 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
The weight of your love
Is overwhelming and thick
I have tried to carry you
A rucksack full of pieces
Of what was once whole
I stumble and fall to
My bruised knees
I’m crying a fools tears
As I try to extricate myself
From you
10 Apr 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
I was broken
You were undamaged
We took in air
With difficulty
Your smell was faint
My grip was strong
We fell in tandem
With ease
I tasted your neck
Your myocardial thump
We cried alone
In the twilight
You
Me
We
I
Alone loved your existence
In this moment
28 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
I would weigh heavy on strong men,
I would make everything ponderous,
I would make falling death,
I would prevent destruction,
I would make travelling to space a necessity,
I would make this grounded,
I would make you feel cumbersome,
I would crush everything,
I would make his fall catastrophic,
By existing
26 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Words mean nothing when uttered
Via an internet of empty knowledge and you
I reached across the chasm hoping to touch
A remnant of what is left of your skin
I clutch a handful of empty dreams and night
As an echo slides across my skin
Reminding me that there is only your version
Of this
And my version
Of you
26 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
The kiss was unwarranted
The slap was expected
The sex was intoxicating
The breakup was epic
The heart that was broken
It was mine
25 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Cupping it so close I cry
Her fingers remind me of honey
Liquid golden strands of sweetness
Tastes like candy she whispers
Her eyes are pools of dark secret
Her sly smile is quite painful
As I try to extricate my hold on her jugular
24 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Pathogen is the description I found
In the tattered dictionary below a picture of putrid flesh
He laughed at my inability to spell
As I attempted to clean the graffiti
Covering my face and part of my chest
Pushing me away when I tried to touch
The remnant of what was left
Of our love letter framed on the wall
Of the inner chamber of my heart
14 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
I attempt to purchase this dream
Offer my soiled bills for your gaze
I am not given change and the cashier
Looks at me in disdain as she takes my payment
I duck my head so as not to make eye contact
As I move down the hall
The room I enter is nondescript and quiet
I sit in the lone chair and play with an errant curl
You enter and smile at me slyly as you shut the door
I smell the mix of cigarettes and nondescript cologne
As you move closer
Your eyes meet mine and you look lost for a moment
Before your gaze moves to my mouth
Your hand touches my cheek and you move closer
Our proximity makes me breathless
You lean close and ask me if I need anything
I feel weak when I whisper “You”
Your mouth on mine feels enveloping
And I say your name into an empty room
05 Mar 2020
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing
Tags: pain, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, talk, trickery
I was not able to capture
The piece of you I coveted
You shimmered in the distance with a guileful smile
Your nonchalant air made me feel safe
When I cast my yearning into your ears
You pushed me away just far enough
That I felt dizzy and afraid of the loss
And then you pulled me back to kiss my neck
While you whispered in my ear
That my desire was too enveloping
For your rasputin soul to accept
I trembled in anticipation of your touch
And heard you sigh
16 Sep 2018
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lost, love, Poetry, Uncategorized, writing
We are but a fantasy
A charade of desire and wet dreams
I created this world
The one only you and I endure in
It is laced with salacity
And the imagined taste of you
I lay my head on my pillow
Attempting to sleep to sojourn
To where we remain alone free of encumbrance
That place where your kisses are unrecompensed
The corner where I can have you inside me
Without guilt or thought of betrayal
I drift off but awake violently
To you gazing at me as you slide inside
This version of me that exists
Only for you
16 Sep 2018
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
It’s only a game she whispered
As I sat shivering on her back porch
The sky dappled with stars
My heart still carrying a perpetual torch
Her breath smelled of mint
Her skin was smooth and slightly damp
I trembled when she turned and brushed against me
Leaving her undeniable stamp
I tried to run away but only reached her gate
She was there waiting with a smile
I sighed and reached out to touch her
She laughed and said stay a while
I suddenly became frightened and felt a bit lost
She took my hand and led me inside
Up the stairs to her room in the attic
I remembered the last time when I had laid in her bed and cried
The door shut behind us and all was ablaze
I couldn’t see anything but her outline in the heat
My intake of air resounded in the small room
I realized it was her game and I had been beat
I acquiesced to her gentle kisses
Not realizing the pain I felt when she wrapped around me
I began to comprehend that this was the end
She told me to sleep and I knew I was finally free
03 Jan 2017
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
You did not fathom
My existence
You laughed at my wonder
Made an attempt to apprehend me
With an insolent eye
My intake of air
Did not deter
Your attempt to decieve
My silly need
For you
And that which
Lays outside my
Infintismal reach
11 Oct 2016
by Toasha
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
Our love it was corrupted
From the first kiss
I believed us divine
Otherworldly and blessed
The follies of inscience
I invoked complete adoration
Like a simple woman with no thought
Unknowingly tempting fortune
For you were not that
The one who would encompass me
In the folds of adoration
You were existing only for pleasure
And my belief in more
Exhausting me and rendering me
Ineffectual and insipid
Like a child begging for love
Asking for the arms that never existed
So I fly away to that place
Where I leave my irrational desires
I projected your way
So I can shed my need for something abysmal
And acquiesce to a lesser existence
Where you do not know me and
I am not myself
Yet you feel I belong to you
Never knowing the authentic me
Has been lost in my desire
For more
08 Oct 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, love, Poetry, writing
How did the world exist
Before you
Before your lips touched mine
Before our hearts intertwined
Forming one
It beats in tandem and sometimes
Stops
When we are too far apart
Wanting to be closer
Needing us to touch so
It can resume its rhythm
That cadence that is our song
It plays in my soul
That part of me who has always
Known you
We have been in love for millenniums
In other lives we met
Sometimes taking longer to
Remember our love
But then that spark, that touch
That anamnesis
And I look in your eyes and
Apperceive you
My kindred spirit
My one true love
My soul mate
And I am finally
Home
04 Oct 2016
by Toasha
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Uncategorized
The weary traveler
Came to me cotton-mouthed and hungered
Asking for the map
I gave him sustenance
Nothing more
He asked me to reconsider
Pleaded his case
Said he needed the diagram
To get to his destination
I hesitated knowing
He knew not what he was seeking
Yet his eyes, the beseeching gleam
I could not resist
And I produced the coveted sketch
His fingers clutched it longingly
Making me feel at the moment
I had chosen befittingly
He left to continue on his quest
I decorously felt noble on his leave
And continued about my daily routine
Only to have the fowl who delivers word
Drop the memoir of his voyages
Which contained his confession
Of the loss of that which he sought
His destination was never realized
He was lost along the way
When he failed to note
All the road signs
I had left
Silly wayfarer
Even more ludicrous
Me
22 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
I break and fail, my heart shrinking under the pressure. I am shredded with no rest to rebuild. Yet, I want more, not for the pain, but for the after. For the eventual growth that will occur from the many shavings that I am reduced to. I cannot wait until my being has reached a […]
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22 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in deciet, desire, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Uncategorized
This savage feeling for you
Homicidal
Murderous
Passionate
Uncontrollable
Desperate
Disturbed
Riotous
Driving me mad
Making me incoherent
This thing I feel
This is violent
22 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, deciet, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, sorrow, writing
You would perhaps think that I am someone who you can learn from. That I know things others do not. That I am the bearer of some knowledge in an ancient urn that only I can open.
I am not.
Perhaps I will recite a parable to teach you right from wrong. You may sit in rapt attention with your face turned up towards the sky. The sun might dapple your skin in a myriad of light that hurts me to look at.
Or I won’t.
You would perhaps dream that I love you. That my body entwines with yours when no one is looking. That I will stare into your eyes and say I am yours. That my sighs will contain only your name.
They will not.
Perhaps I will hurt you. Wound you with my sadistic words. Eloquently break you with my prose as you lament the pain. Smile slyly when your tears fall on my pillow as you lay on my bed.
I will.
So perhaps you should run. Find a place to hide that does not fall within my sights. Sleep with a gun in your hand and one eye open. Research ways to kill without being caught. Decide how I will die.
You should.
Perhaps this will be futile. Your efforts to escape my clutches will be ineffective. Your heart will betray you as it floats into my greedy hands. You will not notice until much too late that I am the one who possesses you.
Perhaps.
20 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in desire, lost, love, Poetry, sorrow, writing
Your words
Your pledges
They do not alter
My reality
I am God
I am omnipotent
I frolic in your
Ignorance
I know you
Yet
You do not
Know
Me
19 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lost, love, Poetry, Skin
That moment when you breathe
Your intake of air I can hear
Our eyes meet
Our fingertips touch imperceptibly
I feel your fervor
We move through the crowd
Eyes meeting at intervals and
With the beat of my
Lascivious heart
Alone in a corner touching my face
You whisper I am the death of you
Your hand on my waist sliding lower
Your fingers touching that spot
Only we know
I cannot remember a time
I did not crave this
You
Me
And the cavernous want
That has rendered me
Useless
Hungry
Yours
01 Sep 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lonely, love, pain, Poetry, Skin, Uncategorized, writing
Forbidden and disproved
That is what the google search says
About us
Disapproved, unmentionable, prohibited
Are we unthinkable?
I shall close my eyes
Ignore the words
Only feel
When we finally touch I shall know
Appreciate, comprehend, perceive
You
If only for a breath
A moment
That crack in eternity
When you feel
Me
18 Mar 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Skin, sorrow, writing
Vocabulary typed in small boxes
Linked to one another via emoticons
Small thoughts somehow connected
Representing who we are
Or who we wish to be
I shall chatter to you
Inanely hoping for recognition
For you to perceive that part of me
That yearns for your apperception
Your acknowledgment of clandestine ideations
I formulate in the eleventh hour of my fortuitous dreams
Of you and I
In palpable actuality
Touching our fingertips
Your lips
On my lonely cheek
My sighs escaping into this quiet landscape
Slowly I have come to rest
In that place between here and there
Where I sit in my rowboat under the stars
Watching the waves of you dissipate
As I wish for more
19 Feb 2016
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
These word of imprudence
That assault my sentient heart
It cannot fathom your antipodal sounds
Emanating slowly in an exquisite shower
Into my fathomless observation
Rendering me useless and diminutive
Changing me, a metamorphosis
An affliction not carried by anyone
Except the version of me
Who invariably acquiesces
To your adversarial articulation
Of these foreign words
27 May 2015
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Tags: cheat, dishonesty, ignorance, lies, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, talk, trickery
Your word
Your asseverations
Things you say construe
Your profession of
You
Your bequest to those
Who are not me
For when you offer me
Your declarations
Of assurance and delectation
These vowels and consonants
Fall from your delusive lips
Like rain on a stormy day
Into my fatuous ear
Only to be disproved
When I realize my witless
Belief
28 Apr 2015
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Tags: cheat, crazy, dishonesty, evil, ignorance, lies, pain, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, trickery
Words are but letters
Laced together to form sentences
To communicate your deceptions
Those possessions you deem
To be your certainty
Creeping in for my consideration
Playing on my gullible intellect
The one that has led me astray
In so many scenarios
Leaving me emotionally penniless
Begging on corners for a pittance
Crying in the rain with no umbrella
Cold and abandoned
Shivering under the onslaught of your
Never ending deluge of dishonesty
Wondering how it could be
That I with all my intellect
Can be so easily fooled
By your fraudulent smile
And the erroneous being
That is you
10 Apr 2015
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
Tags: crazy, disdain, ignorance, Poetry, talk
I can say what I like
I can open this treacherous mouth
I can utter whatever soliloquy I fabricate
From my arsenal of gibberish
I do not have any presentiment
That any shall listen
Nor do I care
I prefer my diatribes
Are only noticed when
Nothing good is on TV
13 Mar 2015
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
She undulates through the thicket
Thorny brush ripping minuscule rivets
On her shiny skin
Her forked tongue flicks out to taste
Left behind residual pains
Small tokens of forfeited ache
She contorts her lithe body
Into deranged configurations
A demarcation begging entrance
An elucidation of melancholy
Curling around the ankle
Of a wretched soul
Meandering up a tortuous path
Searching for admission
Yearning for even a small piece
Of you
23 Nov 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, love, pain, Poetry, writing
An addict
The world cannot see this furious need
It finds me in the middle of the day
Renders me useless
Makes me want to find
Isolated alleys and abandoned bathrooms
So I can roll up my sleeve
Tighten the tourniquet
Feel the needle against my skin
Only when I feel that rush can I show the public
Some semblance of my sober face
This drug it is insidious
It crept up on me
I was unsuspecting
I didn’t know
Even though I feel it is wrong I do not want to quit
It exalts me
Makes me feel omnipotent
Superior
So I shall hide again
Tap my vein
Prepare my concoction
I devise a stratagem for us to meet
Our lips shall touch again
I shall feel the rush
The surge of emotion
My hovering heart above every other need
You are my drug
My chosen poison
The dope that has wrought this change
From rational to senseless
Unable to function without another
Fix
17 Nov 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, love, pain, Poetry, Skin
Strange
That is what they would say
They would scowl at us
Their disaproval apparent
On the spurious faces
They submit for our perusal
Laugh
That is what I would do
As I kiss you with abandon
In crowded rooms
And public venues surrounded by affectations
Those who would cast the first stone
Smile
That is what you would do
As you cup my chin in your beautiful hand
And tell me enchanting tales
To assuage my worry
And unfurrow my silly brow
Love
That is what we would have
And our adoration would spill over
Make others uncomfortable in the presence
Of such intense need
Radiant devotion they have never known
And most likely
Never will
27 Oct 2014
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
I have lost this
Ability to breathe
I cannot fathom a time
Before you
The aforementioned capacity
To accomplish inhalation
Gone
Because of your smile
Your smell
Your words
You
10 Mar 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deciet, desire, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Skin, sorrow, writing
Peel me
Like a banana
An orange
A kiwi
Some multi-colored fruit
My skin is tough
It may be sour if your
Tongue flicks out to taste me
But underneath
That is where my sweetness hides
Even as I ask for the kindness
Of your gentle fingers
Tugging at my tightly woven sheath
I envisage this attempt to expose
Will be nothing but a serrated knife
Cutting deep inside me
For you have no patience
And you are greedy
03 Mar 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Skin, sorrow, writing
This musician, he has many claims
His fingers promise he recognizes my instrument
Perhaps he knows my heart is a violin, although out of tune
It can still emit a euphony of sorrow
If his bow is strong enough to thrust across my rusty strings
Or can he see my stomach is a cello?
That if he holds me between his knees
And attempts double stops on my flesh while I smother a giggle
He may just fashion a masterpiece
Does he perceive that my ribs are a piano?
Meant to play a concerto of lament when I am distracted by the salmon sunset
He asserts that if I just submit
He shall compose a symphony
Full of my remorse and discarded love
I duck my head in acquiescence
Knowing full well that his attempts at perfection
Will be thwarted by my never-ending
Inability to be in tune
28 Feb 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deciet, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
It was this
It was that
It was those
It was things
It was there
It was thrills
It was throbs
It was more than
It was thankful
It was thoughtful
It was theoretic
It was theatrical
It was thirsty
It was thawed
It was thwarted
It was thievery
It was threadbare
It was threats
It was thrown
It was through
It was then
And I am alone
18 Feb 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
She colors a picture with her worn crayons
Using cerulean for the sky
Mountain meadow for the grass
It undulates under the press of her hand
This depiction of another place
One where she is noticed
That other dwelling where the mother
She is smiling and beckons
Allows her to crawl up on her enveloping lap
And sings the praises of her creations
Then sends her to her room with cookies
And a warm glass of milk
The mountains here are burnt sienna
As the sun hits them with
A temperate warmth
The water that laps at their edge
Is caribbean green
And the fish are teal blue
This pastel scene makes her sigh
This illusion it makes her unbearably happy
To finish this work of art
Brings melancholy
For she knows that with the completion
She will again be left with this
A colorless world
Where the crayons are normal
Plain old blue, green, orange, and brown
And devoid of the complexion
Of her trusty box of
Crayolas
17 Feb 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
The day I experimented with the ability to see
It was like any other
The hands of the clock moved ever forward
Proving time was slipping
I removed the glasses I was told I needed
I rubbed my eyes in irritation
Closed them for a bit to entertain the idea
That upon opening it would happen
It did not
This attempt to view the world uncluttered
To look about with abandon
This was only a miscarriage of endeavors
To exist as more than a moment
No longer a sum of the parts that make up
That which I deemed the now
I encountered a temporal plane of despair
Baggage left behind by others
Half packed luggage full of sorrow and tears
It is ill-advised to fold anything
These garments that cover others with guilt
They look tattered and ancient
I can easily discern the authenticity
Of these banal sneakers
If I were to don them and attempt to run
I am sure I would fall
Scraping my hands on the jagged pieces
Of my broken heart
My attempt to see was futile, trite
I have resolved the terminal legitimacy
It is consummately better to be blind
Than to see
11 Feb 2014
by Toasha
in deciet, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
This alabaster scape blinds me
Renders my eyes ineffectual
My pace is sluggish as the icy flurry
It encompasses my being and creates a reality where there is only me
And the clamor of my ruminations
This ideation of amorous passions leaving a memorialized view of what was
And a taste of bitter contrition in this mouth that once uttered discourses
That this fatuous woman conceived to be truth
This wintry world
It numbs me
And congeals your name on my lips
So that it is able to tumble to the ground where it is camouflaged by the snow
Lost to me
And I do not recall how it used to sound when I whispered it in your ear
I cry glacial tears
As I endeavor to make a snow angel
Knowing that this frozen terrain will soon soothe me to sleep
Where I wish with all my might
That I shall not dream
06 Feb 2014
by Toasha
in deceit, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, Skin, sorrow, writing
The force of you
It rendered me useless
Incapacitated and wondering
If your puissance was indeed you
Or some otherworldly malaise
Infecting my bloodstream
With your malevolent contagion
I shall attempt to inoculate my veins
Replace your corruption with luminosity
This needle will pierce my skin
The plunger pushed vehemently
It will leave a bruise
To remind me of your gift
Of necrotic affection
29 Jan 2014
by Toasha
in bliss, deciet, desire, lonely, lost, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
Keyboard strokes sound like rain
This endless typing
It taxes me
Attempts for my fingertips
To sing out my whimsical narrative
The bend of my wrists ensuring me
That I am fabricating another cosmos
An ethereal creation where beauty…
Ah god this beauty!
It makes your eyes cloud with tears
And your heart fill with wonder
As you reach to touch the gossamer wings
Of the fairies that flit about
Your tiffany breaths
I pause to rest and am filled with remorse
To realize that to stop means this world
It dissipates quickly when my keystokes cease
I furiously begin to type again
Only to find the futility
Of attempting to bring into being
That which does not exist
27 Jan 2014
by Toasha
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
This mirror is full of another
A lonely reflection
A girl with dreams and youth
Someone who had hope
Who aspires to be someone else
Curling her hair anticipating change
Only to raise her eyes to see this
The version of me who imagines
Delusions of an existence of bliss
She shall change her appearance
Perhaps cut an errant curl
Use a different shade of eyeliner
Brush on her blush with a bold stroke
Turn her back on that silly girl
Attempting to run to another reality
The one where she is strong
A heroine in flowing black
Her sword cutting a sliver of hate
Into the hearts of those who dare
To attempt to touch her heart
She looks up to see
She is still me
And she utters a curse under her breath
To all those who cannot see
14 Jan 2014
by Toasha
in deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, Uncategorized, writing
If time folded at my supplication
You should be an envelope full of words of yearning
The discourse of your salacity for my flesh in your hands
I will dispatch into the universe
Hoping a worm hole will devour and spit you out
Forming a new macrocosm where I am God
And you but a canker
An affliction that begs destruction
I shall smite you
You shall cower covered in the dialect
You once knew as your own
Only to see armies rise up
To destroy your misrepresentation
There will be no cross for you
You are no savior
You are but a blemish
Upon any world
You choose to inhabit
Your beseeching to me
Your god
Will go unheard
As I move onto another
More interesting endeavor
07 Jan 2014
by Toasha
in Uncategorized
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19 Aug 2013
by Toasha
in bliss, deceit, desire, lonely, lost, love, pain, Poetry, sorrow, writing
My love is made of sticks
Placed in careful succession
Joints fragile because of the diminutive size
I invented this amorous beau
To fulfill my irrational longing
He moves like an old man
Achingly reaching for my hand
I smile furtively with my malevolent mouth
Ducking my head in feigned innocence
When he tries to kiss me
My wooden love
He knows not what he has stumbled upon
As he gazes into my wicked eyes with devotion
I don’t look as I crush his ligneous bones
I hear not his cries of torment
I will be the one to offer my comfort
In the form of glue and soft words
And he will worship me as his savior
As I prepare to destroy him again
31 Jul 2013
by Toasha
in lost, Poetry, writing
I do not notice
My number is up
“99” he calls
In his monotone voice
I look up to see 100
Has passed me
Perhaps my ignorance
Of my turn
Has rendered me
An idiotic member
Of the society
Of those left behind
I shall request a turn
And I shall wait
Breathless
Unless I fall asleep
Damn narcolepsy
21 Jul 2013
by Toasha
in lonely, lost, pain, Poetry, writing
The ship beckons me
As does it’s captain
I have not been on the ocean in years
I may get seasick
He waves to me from the bow
Sunburnt and weathered
His smile a crevice in his face
That is there even when he frowns
I hesitate at the gangplank
Afraid it looks old, susceptible to breaks
Perhaps my journey will be over before
I even board the vessel
I look up at her sails
Something foreign in this world of engines
And gas power
I remember the magnificence of wind
The power it has to move and shape
Take you somewhere you haven’t been
Or perhaps a place you remember
From some childhood wish
On the blankets of your mothers bed
While wishing for faeries and princes
And magic
As I place my foot on the deck I see
The sun is not on my face
It is on my back, burning it’s heat into
My empty soul
I try to turn to escape this ship
To run back to shore
And realize we are out to sea
My momentary lapse of thought
Was much more than that
The shore no longer visible
I am lost at sea
With this captain I do not know
And me
13 Jul 2013
by Toasha
in bliss, desire, lost, love, pain, Poetry, writing
To answer your query
I do not believe in love
The years have shown me it is but an idea
A poem, a song, a painting
A caricature of that we all wish for
Something not real
I can weave you a web of words
Designed to make you feel
You may presume this emotion love
But I will tell you
It is not genuine
A release of endorphins
An intake of breath
A dream you have as a child
A fairy tale
For I can say with certainty
That every time you conceive it true
You shall find yourself at some point in time
Remembering that feeling, yearning for it
As you look at your lover
Seeing the true light play on their face
Their absolute reality
Love?
A beautiful dream
But nothing more
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