Louise

Louise Aug 2014

You knew you were stealing
a piece of my heart
Please keep it safe
carry it close
in your pocket
or next to your heart
you'll forever have a piece of me
we know we'll always be apart

I will survive
with a heart that's been torn
my movements, much slower now
but I've no need to hurry
to get anywhere
when the direction's not you
I'll just wait here
but please,
don't take another piece
whatever you do.

Ed Sheeran inspired : )

Louise Aug 2014

I will come

If you're willing to wait there
I will come

Run your fingers through my hair
locked together as one

My soul to you I will bare
and you will see

All that we can share
together, us, we

Let us breathe the same air
view the same stars

Swim in the clearest ocean where
we'll drown in a love that's only ours

Louise Aug 2014

I Lost My Inner Poet

I lost my inner poet
apparently she was last seen
just staring idly into space

She was sitting with her notebook,
gently pondering
in a quiet, tucked away place

I could only see the back of her
she wouldn't turn around
I so wanted to see her face

She was always so quiet
and very often reflective
working at her own steady pace

Not only am I left without poetry
I am also lost for words
she may have taken them all
along with my grace

The search will continue
maybe until the end of my days
as I fear she's left no trace

This was something I wrote last year. I hope I don't ever lose my inner poet lol

Aug 2014

SG Holter

A Thousand Diamonds

For Petal Pie and Louise.*

My alarm is a piece of music that
Reminds me of when I awoke
With my mouth on a woman's

Naked shoulder, last.
I've found the right song to differ
Night from day.

I'll start there and
Run with anything, smiling.
I've been serious enough.

So begins my day. There is no
Garment between my bed and
My bathroom. If the night

Was warm, I'll glimmer like a
Twillit vampire (a thousand diamonds...)
If it was not, I move through the room

Like your regular, hairy
Neanderthal.
I walk showerwards as I walked

Into this world. Without
All. The mirror says: "You could
Have lifted more," while also

Saying: "...many have lifted
Less..." I care less for that
Than warm water bringing every

Pore of my body from
"I am an unrideable horse," to
"This is my machine. This is my

Only vessel. I will row this ship
Like I row towards the only star
I care to maneuver to;

Shining as such: It is a woman's
World. It wants you; like flowers
Want water."

Thank you. I know that guy in the
Mirror. He's been gone for
A while.

Louise Aug 2014

The 'F' Word (forgiveness)

(written for me by my very good friend Mike Hauser)

I spend most of my adult life
by the shore
Gazing at the pounding waves
Like life, I see how
they push as they pull
the foundation
that has been laid

The grains of sand
are like splinters of my soul
that have been worn down
with time

Eroding edges
by a mothers' control
a nature very dissimilar
to mine

I watch as a child,
too close to the shore
builds a castle in the sand
What the waves wash away
she tries to rebuild
In this, I see my childhood
once again

With the setting of the sun
thoughts come to mind
of my life's beginning
as well as its end
Where the things of the past
I find so hard to forget
and even harder to forgive

I know what I must do
it's there in front of me
Forgiveness can be
my only release
I leave it all behind
as I stand to my feet
and I walk further
down the beach.

Another (very charming, amazing and good looking poet) wrote this for me a few months back. I was really struggling with forgiveness and I knew he could write something that would help me. It really has helped and I thank him so very much xxxx

Louise Aug 2014

◇ Apple Scented Soap ◇

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I chose Apple scented soap
for my trip to France

I was 12 ..

Even today
that beautiful aroma
takes me back there
and the room that I shared with friends

The breakfast room
with the huge windows,
bread and jam,
croissants
and trying to convince myself
that the tea wasn't that bad

I recall the boy that I had a crush on
from my class..
he was quiet, sweet
and very kind

Apple scented soap
reminds me of all of these things ..

and the 12 year old me.

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I think I may have found my good memory of my mother while writing this.
She let me choose the soap and bought me a new pink and white towel for my trip.
It seems insignificant but it wasn't.

(I bargained with my parents by saying that I wouldn't go on any other trip for the 4 yrs I was at middle school so I could go on this trip.)

Aug 2014

Jack

Taken by memories of you~ A collaboration ~ Cassie and Jack

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Upon these stones of emerald moss,
where nature brings her palette pure
in water colored mysteries
along winding ways of symphonic rushings,
I ponder silently~

Here I am sitting on this greenly rock,
With only the sound of water beneath my feet
My mind goes on a trail
Wondering where you are, how you are~
I fantasize having you around,
Swimming at the far end of this river with you
Having no cares, no worries
Just laughing away our heartaches
But then,
The sound of the gushing water brings me back~
Still,
Am lost in memories of you

While this pristine moment
breathes as the backdrop
of my dreams, whispering fern
laced with white foam desire
roots firmly in the beauty
that embraces my heart
with thoughts of love

of you~

This is a collaboration with my wonderful friend Cassie. She sent me a photo this morning and we wrote this based on that photo. Unfortunately you can not see it here...hopefully we have painted it with our words.