Firestarter
You were
To me
You
Burning
me
Devouring
you
Frozen
in my memory
Our fire
No more flickers
No more licks
Engulfs
Us
No more
Shines
painfully still
Through the ice

Each year slips by
Faster and the length
Of each year
becomes months
Becomes days
I fear
By old age each year
Will become hours
become liquid memories
escaping
between fingers
To evaporate
In to oblivion

I’ve been feeling a little guilty for my lack of posts lately, though I’m sure it wasn’t noticed, except by myself.

I want to get back to writing here. Next month is going to be crazy though, as I’ve decided to attempt participating in NaNoWriMo. Attempt being the keyword.

Say hello if you’re participating too.

Don’t listen to them
You gave me away
before, only
for me to be returned
in shards
inked
with memories
pulsing
with pain Continue »

On rare occasions I will pen a drawing to go with my poem. And sometimes finish it off on PhotoShop to add colour and effect. Like the above one was penned for Girl with Tangerine Dress.

Am I supposed to
Let
Go,
Is this
Why
I have not found
You?

I have slowly
Stripped
each of my
Criteria
I’m holding on
To the
Last
One

I don’t want to
Let go
To go
beyond my
Comfort zone
And all the world
I have ever
Known

Must I let go
Of my
Last
Criterion

To find
You?

You comment on
the small dainty crystal
clips pinning my scarf in place.

A warmth
blushes from my
heart to the tips of my skin.