Still Life With Woodpecker. I love this.

Love is the ultimate outlaw. It just won't adhere to any rules. The most any of us can do is to sign on as it's accomplice. Instead of vowing to honor and obey, maybe we should swear to aid and abet. That would mean that security is out of the question. The words "make' and "stay" become inappropriate. My love for you has no strings attached. I love you for free.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love. Wouldn't that be the way to make love stay?

Picket Fences

Struggling. Let me go. Set me free. Disgust in dysfunction. Discarded. Junkyard. Broken pieces. Pieces of me. Pieces of you. He's an addict. He's neurotic. He's sick. He's an asshole. He's insecure. He's conceited. He won't see. He's weak. He left me for her. He wandered off with a bottle. He won't go away. He left me on the kitchen counter like yesterday's news. He took his life. I can't breathe. Unavailable. Untouchable. Tired of being ignored. I'm suffocating. I am fragile. I can't feel anymore. Trapped in this cesspool. Smearing picket fences with shit.

Driven Insane

I am restless
Hungry
I need it
Pacing
I can't have it
Skin crawling
Vivid dreams
I am writhing
Frustration
I am angry
Nails scratching
Hair pulling
Bruises
Searching
I am stumbling
Perspiration
Give in to me
Succumb
Panting
Moaning
Screaming
Out of breath
I am running
I am insane
Struggling
Wrestling
Stop me
Restrain me
Hold me
Tighter now
Keep me safe
Tuck me away
Cherish me
Soothe me
Save me

Ignorance/ Karma

You are ignorant.
You think you know,
But you know not.
Selfish,
A slave to insecurity,
Ruled by fear,
Shallow.
I recognise you,
You are weak.
I feel pity for you.
I pray the lessons
You must learn
Do not fall on deaf ears
Or meet blind eyes.
I pray for your growth.
I hope that some day
You will comprehend.
Live each day
Like your last.
Take nothing, no one
For granted,
No matter how small.
Life is short,
Precious.
Treat others how you
Would like to be treated.
What comes around
Goes around,
And justice is not kind.
I fear for you,
I feel pity for you.
You are ignorant.

Hopeless Romantic

Is it possible to have too much love to give? To be too full of love? I am overflowing with no outlet. All I have wanted is to love and be loved. Maybe it is a fairy tale, something that people dream about... to love and be loved in the capacity I am capable of. Maybe it is an impossible dream, to give myself to one so completely, entirely. But I end up intimidating, scaring and overwhelming . Is there anyone capable of handling my love? My passion? I want to give, in mind, body and spirit. I will spoil my Love with compliments, gifts, sweet nothings, surprises. I love to do these things, it makes me giddy with excitement. Love notes in the shower, cards in the car, special birthdays, impromptu travels, let's make love in the rain! Let me scheme and plan for you, cook for you, let me do for you. I want to make you happy. It comes so naturally to me, so easily to me.
I must be too much, I must overwhelm. The hopeless romantic, ready to give love so easily. Where does love lie? Why can't it be mine? How is it I have so much to give and yet it is never easily received or returned? I have no where to put this love, it's a force I struggle with every day, my heart aches with it, breaks with it. Do I love myself? Romance myself? Ah yes, I do do that. I treat myself, spoil myself, adore myself, I do love myself. I think I am worthy of such love. But one can do that for just so long before the longing for touch and companionship becomes too great to ignore. I want to be held, caressed, kissed. I want to share my giddiness, my silliness, my romance and passion. I feel as though I am imprisoned in my love. My love and passion are my battlements, an intimidating wall keeping me inside. Will there ever be someone strong enough, brave enough to set me free? Yet when set free I am a hurricane of passion and love, my force ends up destroying, I am too much. Nothing can contain me. Nothing can hold me. No one is strong enough.

Luna

Orb of Night,
It exudes power.
It moves me.
Absorbing beams,
I am drunk from the energy.
Soaking in soft light,
I am serene and full of spirit.
It heals me.

Peggy Sue Bridge

That kiss,
THE kiss.
We were friends.
Just friends.
I teased you.
I tempted you.
On the bridge.
I pretended to lose my balance.
You caught me.
You were behind me.
Holding me.
With a tilt of my head,
I bared my neck,
I felt your kiss.
Unexpected.
It touched every part of me,
Radiated through me.
I fell that day,
For your kiss,
For you.