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525 · May 2012
White Spots
Wanderer May 2012
Gritty beach smile
Should have tanned naked instead
At home with no sand
525 · Jul 2012
Well Spring
Wanderer Jul 2012
He had a heart of stone
Strangled by thorn and shadow
Halfway into the night already
Consumed by the need to feed
No spirit could fill him up
Searching for his well spring
Their blood was twisted but destined
A light to keep the age of gods warm
He could sense her close
Summer honey suckle over powering the tang of sea salt love letters
She calls to him from across the sea
His heart answers in mournful melody
The fear of never knowing her touch 
Haunts him well into the dark
Waking fitful and drenched 
Her name a whisper in the blackness on his desperate lips
He wonders if she suffers the way he does
Questing always for clues to her capture
He will find her
No matter how long it takes
No matter how far
*He will find her
522 · Feb 2012
Red
Wanderer Feb 2012
Red
Lazarus heart of midnight
Rearing feral and new from hollowed ground
The taste of blood and chocolate still in his mouth
Bones twist, spine arching into the form of beast
Teeth aching in cut gums, lonesome howl thrown to a cold moon
Pounding.
Heart and feet, over hundreds of miles
Scent on the wind, howl
He can feel her, needs her
Crimson flash like a beacon in the silent woods
He closes in, licking his lips
Faster and faster
Pumping wildly
Catching up, jaws wet with want
He stretches and snaps shut
A scream echos in the silence
Red pools on the forest floor
522 · Aug 2015
Starting Fresh
Wanderer Aug 2015
Many moons have passed
Since saying good-bye was all there was left between
Your fading heartbeat and my own
I dug a hole, filled it with months of sorrow
Almost drowning in the constant torrent
Winds of change blew through, turning face to sunlight
I miss you.
I will always love you.
But I must pull myself together.
You once whispered softly to me through a veil of tears
"Don't let this ruin you. Move forward and find happiness."
I am taking your advice
Creation has always been my greatest passion
I hope you will continue to inspire me Jeremiah
I am ready.
I have started a Kickstarter Project to get my GypsyBaubles company on it's feet. The shop I was in went under :( no pressure but anything would be greatly appreciated! https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/522176462/gypsybaubles
522 · Oct 2014
Sawhain Celebration
Wanderer Oct 2014
Crisp leaves blow to and fro
Blustery fall morning edged in winter's kiss
The last day of October
Spirits roam and wolves howl
Gibbous moon hangs low
Scents of wood fires, caramel and face paint
Permeate the chilled air
I've got a treat for you
Tricks too!
Abound through a night of celebration
Altar laid out with orange and black
Build courage for the coming dark
Banish evil intent by candle light
Your picture is central
Your memory always bright
Come visit with me
Speak softly
On this Sawhain night
Happy Sawhain! May the night bless you with good fortune, glimpses into the future and visits from past loved ones :)
521 · Mar 2012
Viva la Revolution
Wanderer Mar 2012
There is something to be said about riots
Smoke bomb haze blinds the masses
Watery eyes. Stinging throats.
Loud meaty slaps of police brutality
Synchronized violence erupts on well played corners
It's not safe here any more
The wall beyond is swarming with those willing to
die
For liberty
Freedom, Freedom, Freedom
Chants become sharp screams and panicked shouts
**** the Government!
Who knows the way to heaven or hell?
Better yet, Who doesn't?
Stricken eyes, bloodied skin, but more human than either
you or even you
There will be no mercy
There will be no quarter
We will never submit
520 · Aug 2015
The Soother
Wanderer Aug 2015
There are worse things I could do
Then fall for a battered heart or two
My mind gets lost in their confused translation
Are you in for the long haul or a short gestation
I do not mind soothing the ache for a while
Just as long as when you leave, you leave with a smile
I should have been a cardiologist. I have repaired more than my fair share of broken hearts. Not that I need it, or want it...but it would be nice to have that reciprocated at least once in my life. I suppose I don't break easy.
519 · Jan 2019
Shift Souls
Wanderer Jan 2019
I dream in drops of April showers
Each note prismed,
                          some soft,
                                             some sharp
Into blossomed bright hued midnight edges

Secret flowers I hold close with asfault heat
Shift souls that once fit into each groove like all wreathed-in-mystery creators
I once dreamed of you in crimson letters
Swamped in mountain kisses, big sky glory
Memory pulls at a few calm whispers but nothing truly there
Just the space between two tangled mouths and thick summer air
Hand to hip you silly sipper
I lick white lightening from the curve of your smile
Change of season saw you slipping
From one gypsy to the next
As roaming hearts are want to do
Maybe that’s why I like it short and sweet
The only way I could get it from you
517 · Jul 2014
Pleasure
Wanderer Jul 2014
Your appreciation
Means more to me
Than any gift in return
517 · Dec 2014
Killing is NO Cure!
Wanderer Dec 2014
What "justice" is there in violent retaliation?
You, we, are not making any progress with ******
Goes for all sides
Families are left destroyed
Hearts ache
We wake tomorrow to do it all over again
With the idea that one more life may equal peace
We teach our children from birth to share, be kind to one another and that violence is not the answer. Then they grow to see that the idea of PEACE is just that, an idea, a fairy tale. I hope that one day, in my life time, we as a species can set aside our differences and give each other a hug. The world could definitely use more hugs.
517 · Dec 2012
When the Morning Comes
Wanderer Dec 2012
Im in the process of forgetting
Everything I used to know
Looking up into the vast expanse of the past
I remember that we used to be part of that wandering star dust
One day soon we will be again

A breath of silver coats my lungs
Tasting a luminous horizon
Reaching out to suspend the fabric of my thoughts
Shining
Blinding the shadows into hiding

You only ever yearned to fly
Never to fall
There is such sweet sadness in letting go
That space  between I'm sorry and Good-bye
It waits for us all
*
Even broken down I'm always worth something to you
517 · Nov 2014
Ant Drunk Off Of Moonshine
Wanderer Nov 2014
I found god at the bottom of a jelly jar
His name was gonzo
516 · Jul 2014
Rebel
Wanderer Jul 2014
I want a trouble maker
A lover who breaks skin, commits sin
Leaves stars in my eyes
Passion in my cries
I hope he fills his arms with me
His heart as light as it could be
516 · Jan 2015
Apollo
Wanderer Jan 2015
There is no greater warmth
Than the light you emit
514 · Dec 2012
Gone Away:Twilight Song
Wanderer Dec 2012
Your hand, it falls away
I am left in twilight
Always in the growing shadow of your ink stained heart
Crescent moon marks the purple deep of failing strength
To fight
I whisper on the easing wind to come find me
Following the soft edged sorrow you laid bellow
Where are those falling stars now?
Burning straight through
Leaving me blind and broken
The rushing tide of blood drums through my ears
A silky, salt water love song humming me to sleep
In that space between gripping and letting go I can still taste you on the ghostly wisps of nicotine smoke
All that remains is twilight


I'm always left wondering where you've gone
514 · Jul 2014
A Page in Time's Storybook
Wanderer Jul 2014
Restless*
This summer skin grown tight
I stretch, breathing in three a.m.
Coating my lungs with the promise
Of your early morning smile
To think it is not only earth, ocean
But also time that separates us
Different planes of existence
Both aching with it's unyielding strength
Wishing on stars as they plummet
Kissed too hard by gravity's lust
Burn you up with hopeful flames
Licking at your vulnerabilities
Time will tell, as it always does
The story of our struggle
Laced with sweetness and smiles
Lessons learned but be this the greatest
"No matter how long it takes, no matter how far. I will find you."
513 · May 2014
Heat
Wanderer May 2014
Gazes clash across a sea of eyes
Cherub poison lethal injection
System over ride
A strangled knot of hormones
Fever pitch high noon summer
These butterflies have me spinning
A chaotic path towards the light
Towards you
Burning like moth to flame
Inches away we stand with silent tongues
Dancing to the rhythm of our vein's beat
Composing love songs
*Only we can hear
Winter romance just cannot compare to the melting tanglement of summer.
511 · Oct 2014
Crowd
Wanderer Oct 2014
I catch your cologne on the breeze
A sea of faces but none are looking for me
Olfactory memories are like that of elephants. Amidst hundreds, thousands of people that are not you, I can still smell your smile weaved through.
Wanderer Mar 2012
There is always an urge
While taking a bath
To drown myself
I am not suicidal
My imagination just runs amuck
Unchecked
Without tether
It's the only way I know how to keep it together
In here
Side walks lead to curb stomping (myself)
Bridges turn into collapsed,  mass casualty catastrophes
Flashing so clearly before me
She's always been a little dark
That part of me that puts it all together so neat
Pushing at my conscious mind
Always with a plethora more detail than I'm really comfortable with
I am starting to think that maybe she wants me dead
508 · Sep 2014
Root Envy
Wanderer Sep 2014
Woke up to gray skies, drizzle and wet cement
These mornings I wish I could be a plant
Soak up the night deep into my cellular structure
Actually having my thirst sated
Instead of haunting these quiet hours
With the tenacity of a hungry jaguar
Slinking through shadows
Blending in with the stars
They leave their shimmer on my shoulders
Unfortunately it is no fairy dust
I'd have to jump to fly
*Not just believe
508 · Aug 2014
Golem Heart
Wanderer Aug 2014
Sand dunes edge an indigo horizon
Their creamy shades highlighted
By silver moon
Briny water laps gently at ticklish toes
I breathe you in, great mother
Your looted depths, the womb
We all sprang from
My gaze seeks light across the miles
Hopeful that distant shores are also straining
To find my prism shining in the dark
Chilled arms raise up to hug a body
Too long gone without the warmth of touch
I shiver, grinding sand beneath my feet
Perhaps if I stand long enough, dig deep enough
Stone will form, encasing me whole
The only remnants of life
A single tear
Shed in mourning for a lost embrace
506 · Sep 2013
All But A Little
Wanderer Sep 2013
I pass the time unthinking
Knowing with the soft slide of flesh against mine
That I don't have to say a word
Well maybe one...please?
Said in the most sacred of exhalations
When the heart races and all your body wants
Is to be completed by the urging of another
You drive me wild
Hair tangled like sheets around our grinding patterns
Slap of heated skin against rough palms
Mmmm...just like that. Don't stop


I wouldn't dare.
506 · Jun 2015
J.A.M.
Wanderer Jun 2015
We've got it all, you know?
That sparkle swirl pull me down to the deep underground
Love like this doesn't just wash away with a heavy rain
It sinks deep into my wet wet earth and takes root in my veins
Heavy.
The emptiness I am left with when you pull away
Silences every known too-close to the speaker concert I have every been to
More than I could count
But only one of you
I have reduced passed feelings to that of the draw of drugs, of poison
One even was the flutter of angel wings
Broke down the walls, stormed and raged until I was it's willing partner
That love left me drowning in the darkest night of my life
It went on and on and on and on and on and on...still going
Even on the sunniest of days there is that shadow framing it's corners
You have become the sun though, replaced artificial I-am-ok's
With I-am-having-the-time-of-my-life (s)
Laughter comes easy, smiles too and all because of the sweetest of you
I want to sew you up close
Never let you go
Psychedelic children womp womping our fragile neurons through a summer that is heavy with the heat of our kisses
Your name curves around the bow of my lips and settles in the dip of my dimples
Just a whisper of what it starts with can get me going
Revving me up through the afternoon until my palm is flush with yours once more
I love you.
When the sun comes up.
When the lights go out.
When the flames rage.
When the waves die down.
I love you.
I am your peanut butter :)
505 · Dec 2014
Dark Hours
Wanderer Dec 2014
Slow night
Easy does it
Low light
Try not to covet
The sacred lines
Of our in between
Lost to sharp times
In my own misery
I held us sacred
You dropped my hand
Now tasting these acrid
Memories of sand
Tears still fall
Try as I might
To keep them all
From flooding my sight
I know you have left me
Soaring high above
Yet even in my shadows
Still shines your love
Bright. The sun. A star. The center. This heart still beats for you.
505 · Dec 2018
My Copper and Me
Wanderer Dec 2018
Front porch Tennessee shine drunk
I may be seated but my heart is dancing through silver edges along these smoky hills
Moon reflecting off half jar reflections
Mind is eased by midnight soft lights
Somewhere in here I hear your voice a calling
Long stretches of silence marked by whispers laid low
Now I know I could be just tipsy but tears ***** sharp regardless
Memories of deep summer far off and away
Take my hand now as I blubber about days I said goodbye to
Hair once dark and glossy now in long braids is gray
Them stills is all I have now, my copper and me
Soon I will lay too in these hills of Tennessee
503 · Jan 2015
The Love of a Sun Bather
Wanderer Jan 2015
That spark and fire
Flooding veins with desire
I am thoroughly singed
By this heat between our skin
Bodies pulling closer
Mouth aching for just one taste
Converge
Two bright spiral sparkle super nova souls
Filling every corner, penetrating every hole
Always leaves me thirsty for more
For one night away from the warmth of your sun
Feels like days in darkness
Shine hidden until you turn your smile this way once again
500 · Aug 2015
Cremation's Hollow Ache
Wanderer Aug 2015
When your tears fell on that fire
Sizzling their last cry
It was a bitter sunrise
That I swallowed to gain some sort of balance
Too full now
Unable to tilt one way or the other
In the in between
I follow
Haunted by the taste of your smile's memory
My fingertips curve softly around pieces of paper
With your eyes gazing back
I would rather I could visit a grave
Then carry you around encased in stone
Those wishes of yours...leave me cold
Marble holds my warmth but not like flowers would
At least then I could feel you in their blossoms
Knowing that I am a nomad and love to travel, you chose to be cremated so that you could always be with me. I am regretting now that I have no extra pieces of you to bury beneath Snap Dragons who's chins I would tickle.
496 · Sep 2013
Hunger
Wanderer Sep 2013
At that moment he'd tear open and live inside of her skin, burrow into her bones, swim
In her veins along with the blood that powered her heart
"more" she moaned
Just when he thought she was incapable of speech
But no.
That one word had him pounding viciously
Into her silky, slick flesh
Teeth. Nails. Strength.
Secret sighs that only the darkness knows
Shared between them like prayers and promises
Only if for a night
deep inside where it mattered most
Her muscles clenched around him
Signaling the chaotic order of an explosive ******
So close to the edge of pleasure and pain
That the line between their physical bodies blurred
Her arched back, throaty cries were all it took
For him to let go
In the after glow while breathing and hearts slowed
He was no longer his previous self
He was a devastated man
494 · Jul 2012
Summer (mourning) Story
Wanderer Jul 2012
You came by the house last Tuesday
To give your condolences
Seems like everyone knows about the sorry condition of my heart
I was built strong, could hold up under a hurricane
But what do you do with a strong foundation when it's rocked by an earthquake?
My smile told you I was doing ok
Tortured eyes tell you something different
I could see the war on your face, in your ringing hands
Do I stay and sit with her in silence or walk away?
Just because I see in shades of gray does not mean I am blind
To the rich green of deep summer outside my doorway
Give me another week and I'll be fine
Something about my wavering voice tells other wise
Ready to know again the story of the sky and sun
Bringing life back to the dead earth
Awakening again frozen passages of my heart
493 · Mar 2012
Sheoul
Wanderer Mar 2012
Red hands, hands of fire
Search for your cure
I rip my heart out and never sew shut the edges
Empty in here. Occupying the void.
It is raining in slow motion
Plastering long hair to my face and arms
Golden chocolate tendrils snaking around us
Ivy tight, strangling
We are like starved children
Biting as deep as we can
Not caring where it came from
I watch you recover
Apathy's poison receding with the night
My grip becomes less tight
Touch so light
You can't even feel me
at all.
Wanderer Apr 2015
I don't know you like I used to
Dove grey haze settles
In the air, swirling slide shows between us
I catch moonlit glances of your fevered advances
Stretching the fine edge of breaking free
You shutter me
Soft light bubbles pop against the backdrop
A sudden urge to laugh rises
The heavy burden of loss carried deep
This surface isn't what it used to be
I am not the same old me
489 · Jun 2014
Good-bye, My Love
Wanderer Jun 2014
The ties between us
Once Valhalla steel and thunder
Now more that of Aradnian gossamer frayed thin
We gave our all
Now there is nothing left but softness
Gazes still lock
In friendship
The smell of your skin lingers
Against my sheets
I'll always be here
To comfort
To care
Although this road ahead for us splits
They all lead to the same end
I'll be there.
For Sverre. May your loss feel less heavy today. Hope burns.
488 · Nov 2014
Honoring the Dead
Wanderer Nov 2014
On this night
I honor you
Candles lit
Your favorite food and wine laid out
Your picture graces my altar
My heart is open
Please, won't you join me?
488 · Oct 2014
A Poet's Heart
Wanderer Oct 2014
We enclose, impose and expose ourselves
As poets we do not see in black and white
Instead we use words to paint the countless colors
In between
Our stars align
Misalign
Great works of emotion
Spilled out from sore and joyous hearts
To reach the hidden cavities of those who read them
We are the dreamers, the night time schemers
Filling up afternoons with sunshine
Midnight walks with moonlight
Hold our heart, feel the weight of the world
Hold our gaze and *see it
487 · May 2014
The Sinking Edge
Wanderer May 2014
Released from my physical form
I allow the tendrils of sleep
To conduct it's shadowed symphony
Crescendoing
Into a frenzy of cacophonous arousal, exhiliration and fear
My body soars in dream land
Shallow breaths become hurried
Bottomless pit free falling
Alice in Wonderland acid swirl
This crazy train is right on schedule
Each night whisking me off
To the exotic, horrific and depraved
My only respite...
The sticky sweet haze of Mary Jane
As she melts
Into the visceral underbelly
Of my subconscious
Only then do I wake well rested
Not aching from the memory of sleep
487 · Apr 2015
Strength
Wanderer Apr 2015
This will not break me
I may posses a wooden heart
Which bobs along through tempest
And calm
But you'll never find me wrecked on the bottom
Weighed down
Fighting for air
484 · Jun 2014
Fine Line
Wanderer Jun 2014
My body is weak and restless
Toys scattered, sweated brow
Been working at tiring myself out for hours
Nothing gives
****** after mind blowing ******
Still hungry
Ravenous, without satiation
Unable to keep my hands to myself
Therein lies the problem
Want and need **** a fine line
Between my ability to control and my ability to let go
Breathe it all in, in one great gasping breath
Your scent ribbons through the chaos
Single minded focus on Northern winds
Edged with snow capped romance
Gets me going, gets me hot
Too hot, drop it
Butterflies join the descent
Crimson splashes behind my eyelids
Oxygen deprivation presses in with heavy, leadened weight
Just. A. Little. More.
Yessssss
Echoing cries as back bowed, muscles wound tight
Explosion. Atomic fire ball. Liquid.
Catching air from the landing
I curl up into a self-love hazed ball
Ready for the next round
Nothing compares to an afternoon of self-love...except maybe some company :)
481 · Jul 2014
Hour Glass Mortality
Wanderer Jul 2014
Morning. Afternoon. Night.
Our days compartmentalized
Of all of the things we wish for
Riches. Power. Wealth.
We rarely think about what is most precious
That which we could work our whole lives and never earn...
                                       *Time
479 · Jun 2014
Cat Nap
Wanderer Jun 2014
The sun glints off of your sable pelt
Furry dust motes float around
Angelic curves that purrr
Sleeping away the afternoon without a care
How wonderful it must be
To only worry about me
478 · Oct 2014
Sssss
Wanderer Oct 2014
Slithering smooth seduction spans synchronizing sacred satin sheets*

The letter S
Has much power over our hormone driven lives
*** and Sadness
Being two that drive us/hinder us
The most
Why not spiral out, keep going
See where the end takes us
Our comparison to every single thing that we know or have thought of
Is relative and personal
Each experience unique in that you experienced it
Speculation drives our curious natures to question
To create
*What will inspire you today?
472 · Sep 2015
Chest Pains
Wanderer Sep 2015
I would say I have been blessed
Also put through the ringer
Had I raised my voice
Could have been a sultry sway singer
Regrets pile high in unopened letters
No longer reading between their lines
Eyes closed, spun sugar summers
Falling dizzy giggles with deep sighs
I soak up your words, took notice
Your sore and tired with a taffy pulled heart
Mine holds secrets I dare not share
I wouldn't even know where to start
471 · Aug 2015
Home Grown
Wanderer Aug 2015
I have thought about your soft breezes
Edging along the curve of my jaw line
Like soft snow drift whispers
While the sun sits midway
I hope to put you up with words and smiles
Swing in your mind's hammock to pass the summer day
I know no other way to show you
How even your broke down barn doors
Give me shivers
I'd even help you paint them
A fresh coat on those aged timbers
I want to breathe you in
Chase your homegrown fumes
You'd fill my jar with moonbeam sweetness
Give us a taste, won't you?
You've got this thirsty girl wanting
Down on grass stained knees
Pour us both a swallow
Share a sip with me?
470 · Oct 2014
Stink Bug Season
Wanderer Oct 2014
You creep, crawl and scuttle
Piloting drunkenly through my lamp shapes
Aimlessly, it seems, in search of shelter
Shell in shield shape, legs of prickle
I know your vast numbered presence harbors one of two meanings:
Spring has given life anew
               Or
*Winter is coming
469 · Dec 2018
Nocturnal
Wanderer Dec 2018
I find that quiet place between deep black and soft gray
Just as easy as I always have
My mind wanders
The faint outline of not too far off mountains
Calls to a wild place within the marrow of tired bones
Songs of burnt leaves, bare trees and wet things echo in response
3am cobwebbed by mid-December frost
Reminds me of another place and time
When sand instead of snow stretched out before me
468 · Jul 2014
Bloom
Wanderer Jul 2014
Fragile blossoms
      Spring forth
Into summer rain
      Falling softly
Against their petals
467 · Apr 2021
The Starving Table
Wanderer Apr 2021
Held to such high expectations
The fall alone would render but a stain
I doubt enough bleach exists to remove my offending shadow
You grate along my very bones
Pick them clean
Wanting. Needing. Take without asking.
My will a buffet of constant gorge
Even when I grasp the chance to speak up
Crumbs are left
I feast on silence
466 · Dec 2012
Context
Wanderer Dec 2012
I will do it when I **** well please

And don't look at me like that
Like I'll never touch you again or grace you with my presence
I just cannot breathe in here

Your lines remind me of slipping
Further and further off the edge
On a post-it to my notebook.
466 · Mar 2018
Animal Amphigory
Wanderer Mar 2018
Each spot and speckle
Each stripe and freckle
I hold near and dear
A vegan heart with garden farts
It's silly, or so I hear
465 · May 2012
Winter Disorder
Wanderer May 2012
She ruffles her Phoenix feathers
Flames dance and lick off the edge of her salamander tongue
She may be made of sugar
But she won't melt
Born a J
               A
                   N
                      U
                         A
                            R
                               Y girl with snow storm tendencies
Her winter eyes radiate with knowledge
That the stars above sparkle only for her
Set into the sky by the jealous night
Not to be out done by the hypnotic w
                                                              a­
                                                            r
  ­                                                       m
                                                        t
     ­                                                 h of the  sun's rays
Only the moon truly holds her schizophrenic heart
Her soul, full of zeal, stretches to accommodate all she holds dear
Hoping one day

                                Maybe

She may burn a place clear for you
465 · Jul 2013
I Dreamt but Never Knew
Wanderer Jul 2013
Had I but waited
With eyes closed
I would have never tasted
The falling of your lips upon mine
Soft at first with gentle teeth
Crescendoing into passioned heart beats
Melting into the sacred shadows between our hips
Until now.
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