Current poems in progress...

safely shaded by the somber soliloquies
---Anonymous
I caress my soul through my skin
---wendy
dish rag blues sing through the night sock
---Anonymous

..(continued from the second line)
...
the wounds
wrapped in pretty words
reveal themselves
daggers and salt
my soul has become like ancient pottery
dying of thirst
my soul needed to scream.
...
In the shrouded town of desolation
eaten by greed
ruined by lust
I stand on main street
and sing my song of mourning
a desperate plea for someone to come help
...
but there is no one
not one life, save my own
ventures to come near
...
I hold no joyful heralding
no giddy anticipation of rich food
no romantic embrace found in the liquid fire
golden lover
becomes the whine of disappointment
especially when the dance lasts too long
...
In tragic form
playing all the parts
on a dusty barren street
I dance
free from broken promises I made myself years ago
...
Sirens dressed in black
wave their grief
like the fan speak of kabuki theater
they tell my story now
while I lay bare my soul
they keep me safe
...
Regret comes to taunt
eating dishes of delicious illusion
of what might have been
..
I am drowned by what ifs and dream fairies
letting go I find only myself staring back
from the depth of time
I am alone
...
Dark night
dreary night
speaking in riddles
self delusions
self gratification
self martyrisims
I am naked
to the bones
I am naked
...
I have known myself
only as I could have
my strivings and strainings
sting like claw marks
set deep in the face of expectations
the stench of vomited failure
cover the scene now
.
I was never my father's daughter
only one child
in a long weary line
filled with the hungry waifs of humanity
.
My soul screams
from bones that bend
but don't break
my soul screams
bursting the dam behind my eyes
and finally the rains came
the flood poured out
pain lost in salt soaked rain
.
I am baptized in the wash of my own tears
mercy is the bread I seek
soaked by soul
drown in tears
I am naked
to the bone
I am naked
.
but I have feasted on the larder of my soul
bitter
sweet
greasy
tangy
salty
my life set out as a banquet
suppers ready
come and eat and drink from the wells of your soul
.
my words echo
wrapped in the coldness of winter
infecting my ears
then my eyes
with truth
.

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To who ever put the first line up, thank you. I'd come here this morning to write some poetry.
There is so much going on in the world right now that I needed a safe and private place to just let go in.
That's at least one reason I come here. To stitch together words that paint images, even when it makes sense only to me.
This morning I had no idea of what to write
finding that first line was enough to write
so thank you for leaving it here for me to find.
.
W.

behind the eyes
---wendy

She sits wrapped in layers
cold pavement says "home"
invisible to naked eyes
she is still invisible
.
Sleep comes at will
its been weeks now
maybe
maybe more
time doesn't mean anything
any more
.
Eating at pities table
the company is her reflection
saturating her eyes
their souls peek out
from behind familiar weariness
.
Stories become a tangle of words
their desperation
and resignation push against each other
begging to be heard
begging for help
to get out
to be free
the flavorless "someone to take care of me"
added to this soup
.
she used to dream
when a pillow was a common thing
that was years ago
now she keeps one eye open
mistrust has pushed everything else away
she pulls her ragged coat closer
wishing someone would see her
choose to see her
understand that their places could be traded
in a heart beat
.
The rage is gone now
dreams have gone silent now
she's waiting now
for the one to arrive
hoping it will be soon
this has all become over much
she's ready to look
stand behind the eyes
and look
she wonders how she'll look
from behind the eyes
.
..
In this country almost 50 percent of the population is homeless now. For years the homeless were mostly ignored by pretty much everyone who wasn't among their ranks. Finally the numbers have reached a place where it's so big that it's impossible not to see the homeless.
I've been homeless so I know what living in that space is like. I'm thankfully not there right now. I've seen so many people who are homeless who see the world every day, just like this.
.
W

what's broken about it
---wendy

winter colors the trees with quite resolve
your lost in sleep
a safe place for a while
safe from the misery that you live in
day in and day out.
.
I've been living in an illusion
for longer than I care to admit
living with you
believing that if I loved you enough
the wounds of your past would heal.
.
I think maybe they are
but your anger and hate persists
I feel them when your here
they arn't mine
but that's what you give to me
day in and day out.
.
It's time to face it
we are broken
this one is not up to me to fix
this one is yours to fix.
.
the words about hurting the one you love
that's something I never dreamed I'd know
but I've known that with you
I never wanted to know it
but wanting and what is often don't match.
.
what's broken only you can fix
you don't want to
but your the only one who can
because how you feel about me
is what has broken us
nothing I can do can change this
all my trying hasn't changed it
so this is yours to fix
.

Love Letter
---Wendy

I've been listening to you again.
You make me dream and that's a dangerous thing
because it makes me dream about things I want
things that make me cry when I think about them.
.
Just so you don't get any ideas or assume something wrong
Your not the only one you know
not my ownly muse.
Ain't none of you by yourself
could ever do it all for me
not one of you is enough for me.
.
I won't ever tell you where you rank
cuz I'm the good time girl
you never knew you had.
The one that listens to you singing
while having visions that I'm too embaressed
ever to tell you about.
.
You make my imagination run away with me
and your always wearing it's clothes.
You make me dream things that are bad for me
things I can never have.
You make me sound like an addicted fan
when I'm not after all
your not the only one.
.
All the pictures I have of you
are neatly tucked away
I don't want to get caught
staring into your eyes
while I'm listening to you sing
just to me.
.
I never know how to sign my name
or if I should date it
the out side of the envelope
or just put your name on it
knowing that some day
someone will find my life with you
wrapped in ribbons
buried in the back of a closet
someday when I'm gone.
.
If your still alive then
and they finally find your hands
what will you think of me
of who I might have been.
.
Will they make you dream
just like you make me dream now?
Just remember one thing
you arn't the only one
none of you
not a one
will ever be enough
for a good time girl like me.
.
W

9;20
---Wendy

Shard Hearted
---Wendy

When I opened my eyes finally
after the door closed behind you
I could feel it when I moved
all the words you gave me today
and the ones you gave me yesterday.
It doesn't hurt so much anymore
unless a new one hits an old one
then it feels like the first time
when you spat them at me
blaming me for what you did back then.
You still believe its fine
to do what you do to escape the consequences
while dumping them in my direction
as often as you feel the need to.
You utter sweet words now and again
when your feeling good
due to some attention
from someone beside me
its funny to me
as I sit here thinking of you
the only time you really notice
is when I'm too sick to get out of bed
makes me wish sometimes
that the last thing I'll ever do
is close my eyes
tonight.