Sheeda

Sheeda Dec 2012

Music evoked a realization
That hollowed me out
Like a melon baller to the soul
The air got just a little bit thicker
and filled me in
life replaced
Swaying, Shivering
Substance lost in beads of sweat
Lost in the staff
Fractioned notes
in choppy measures.
Don't want to talk
Just move
Eyes shut
Ears open
Assaulted, Cradled
jolts to the brain
bass
giving my heart the beat it won't make
Thumping through a dead chest
she's
she's Alive
but not really

I am so lost right now... poetry seems out of my grasp, like a phase passed. :[ What am I supposed to do now?

“The world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover; to her it was a vacancy, which she sought to people with imaginations of her own.”
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

Sheeda Dec 2012

Goodbye. (12.13.12)

Goodbye memories of the future we planned
Goodbye thoughts of you
Goodbye every promise, broken or not.
And every said, "I love you."
Goodbye to us and what we once were.
And hello to the future of you with her.

Sheeda Dec 2012

Ideal Flow

It begins as a whisper on the wind
Floats like dandelion fluff
Into an open, waiting ear.
It dances through the canal
Tiptoes to the brain
And leaves behind
The heart of its matter
A seed
A seed, an idea
To be watered by inspiration
And sunned by experience
To grow into a thought
And bear the fruits of action.
To be eaten by the many
And digested by the few.
To come forth as words
Which echo throughout the world
Resonating from cacophony to quietude.
Then as whispers, move on the wind
Floating like dandelion fluff once again.

Sheeda Dec 2012

I wrote you a letter.

I wrote you a letter,
but I never sent it.
All of my energy,
on you I spent it.
You said you loved me,
but you never meant it.
You said you gave me your heart,
but you only lent it.

Then you took it back.

Like a smack
Across the face.

Sheeda Dec 2012

(12.13.12)

Tired and torn
Wearied and worn
The life that you had
Treated you bad

Broken apart
Lost all your heart
Solace in weeping
As death comes a-creeping

One look and you'll find
That you've lost your mind
To the depths of despair
So you search for repair

Forever and ever
held to the tether
Of who you once were
The whole one, her.

*badly <--- for the grammar police :]

Sheeda Dec 2012

(12.09.12)

Seize me by the waist
Hold me tightly in your arms
And make me cry a sweet surrender.
Steal kisses that would have been gladly bestowed
And consume my body with bites of fire
Mark red trails down my back
And leave me shivering not from cold
But heated pleasure of the flesh
Condemn me to a hell
Become heaven by your touch
And hold me on the edge of precious release
Where I shall beg to be spared
The wait
Gripping the sheets
Pleading
For you
To take me
And let me have
My sweet surrender.

Sheeda Dec 2012

Sheets (12.09.12)

Living to linger between the sheets
The wet, fresh ink of a poet

And her pen
Twisting, turning, writhing
Contorting cursive q's and z's
And ever eternal O's

Seeking immortality

Accepting immorality

On, in, and lingering between
Blank, White
sheets.