We connect, and disconnect, can this be kept?
I want it like I hold my breath
(toss and turn, toss and turn)
Will I sleep here, where once I wept
or lie awake, I can’t forget-
Cost and cause, you up and left
Will I chase you longer,
my lungs are getting tired
(I wish that we were stronger)
Out of air I shout your name-
were we cursed to wander?
You’ve seen a million things,
felt a thousand shades of pain-
Do you fear this love will teach you
one you’ve yet to name-
(left alone, all fear and shame)
Crumpling heart, flame to paper
A loss to encompass like no other
(suffer, suffer, suffer)
(‘End before begin, end before
Blessed blasphemous
you thought yourself a sinner when a saint
Pictures painted darkness,
chiding yourself in resentment
as though you could be dim
in a world where no light exists
You flow glow as natural as fireflies
You shine brighter than any shroud could hide
I’ve always been watching
just praying you’ll let me inside
Splendor follows you,
your heart alight
You act in utmost dedication
stoic to condemnation
refusing to give any indication
that you felt you were losing your fight
Alight alight,
your darkness fights
Alight alight
you’ll be alright
You got too used to the deep of night
These monsters haunt your
To My Ghost of Memory by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
To My Ghost of Memory
You are an old-rose memory
Of snow and warm pillows..
Hidden so close to my head, as I dreamt
You were as Peter Pan’s shadow,
softly, discretely,
sewing yourself- under my palms, beneath the soles of my feet
To trace through every memory
Desiring to see-
feeling every flickering memory as me
Inhaling every breath I exhaled, trailing behind
following not as a hunter- not as deer tracker
whose eyes dart and ears perk at my deep-wood trembling
But instead as the doe, quietly observing me
through deep fountain eyes
(Craving, following, craving.
A phantom, heart-drawn,
mesmerized by its unashamed beating)
I felt you like a shiver, politely
Break Open, Fall Apart, Shimmer by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
Break Open, Fall Apart, Shimmer
Exhales- sharp laughter!
the world has brought us back together!
in the fog of uncertainty
the only need- take heed
to wait
…..and make the rash decisions
I’m always one to take
how many tears were lost?
how long were you?
did you forget, did you forget? (I need you)
(what was the cost? I can’t hear you)
(how long, how many miles of sky
must our words traverse
for any gods to hear
our prayers)
The universe circles
and you slip back
the foggy mist
on swift legs of past
you come, long-delayed parcel
dropped sudden, in my lap
I open you, gift giver, I open you
soft smile, listening
I open to you
well-wisher
do tell
I may be simply a faraway star,
I may be faint even at night
but no matter what, I'm always watching over you
You may not even see me,
you may not even touch,
I may blink away from sight
but we'll never be apart
Glitter in the distance
my love, my star
we can smile secretly
a place only we know,
the coordinates
our path on the way home
following with our eyes closed
We sleep our silent daydreams
and dream our dreams dismayed
We lie upon the doorsteps
of tomorrow and today
Our hands are brittle saplings
that reach out toward the sky
We know the sun is closer
despite not knowing why
We hold out; roots are steady
we bend out with the breeze
Take the strongest showers
and hold back tired sneeze
The weather is much colder,
we know we cant deny
Our trunks feel so much older
but still were gonna try
Tomorrow and the next day
we grow, and far apart
Our leaves are different colors;
they have been from the start
The winters hardly over
and theres much we need to learn
Mrs. Tangerine
drinks listerine
every day for breakfast
Mrs. Tangerine
is quite a fiend
when it comes to fancy dresses
Mrs. Tangerine,
obsessive, clean
so little she confesses
Mrs. Tangerine,
does not mean
to seem a bit aggressive
Unseam me,
unzip me,
unseize me,
strip me of
this and tease me
tasseled laughs
and pink-rimmed smiles
Pure as lakes,
deep singing eyes
I'll fall into your hands
strings unraveled
I'll be your puppet
eyes paint-dazzled
pull me forwads,
pull me close
I'll keep you warm
I'll be your clothes
Your doll to dress,
your toy to play,
my puppeteer
I'll have your way
Tie me up
in these strings
fluff my ribbons,
draw my wings
Powder my face,
paint my lips
meet my eyes,
sneak a kiss
I'll be your puppet
my puppeteer
Your dreams are your screams
in which I stand, remaining
till we're torn apart
in midst of our flames
asking, who's to blame
Our foolishness
or my betrayal
how sure it was to fail
My eyes sweet with hate
my hands turn to snakes
my smile is no longer true
In your dreams, I'm only who
you see me as becoming;
beautiful, painful, stunning
Your eyes are glazed with endless fear
I've only come to disappear
something you've seen
as only passing
another sanctum
never lasting
beyond the sunrise
Till Death Do Us Part by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
Till Death Do Us Part
A ring on my finger
a cloud in my hands
a smile on my face
who could understand?
My life is rendered, melted down to joy
my pain obsolete, tears now dry
Your ring, my hand..
My life, my heart,
my future, I part
to him still a boy
With these rings
I beg for your smile
for every sorrow to be mine
to hold and sweep
into my arms,
and for every tear you've shed,
I promise to make you smile..
For each day to take you awake
to reluctantly let you on your way
with slipped heart kiss
and to sing you to sleep,
with this voice, your lullaby
and hold you as we dream..
My eyes are yours to swim
my mouth, your sanctuary
from any
We connect, and disconnect, can this be kept?
I want it like I hold my breath
(toss and turn, toss and turn)
Will I sleep here, where once I wept
or lie awake, I can’t forget-
Cost and cause, you up and left
Will I chase you longer,
my lungs are getting tired
(I wish that we were stronger)
Out of air I shout your name-
were we cursed to wander?
You’ve seen a million things,
felt a thousand shades of pain-
Do you fear this love will teach you
one you’ve yet to name-
(left alone, all fear and shame)
Crumpling heart, flame to paper
A loss to encompass like no other
(suffer, suffer, suffer)
(‘End before begin, end before
Blessed blasphemous
you thought yourself a sinner when a saint
Pictures painted darkness,
chiding yourself in resentment
as though you could be dim
in a world where no light exists
You flow glow as natural as fireflies
You shine brighter than any shroud could hide
I’ve always been watching
just praying you’ll let me inside
Splendor follows you,
your heart alight
You act in utmost dedication
stoic to condemnation
refusing to give any indication
that you felt you were losing your fight
Alight alight,
your darkness fights
Alight alight
you’ll be alright
You got too used to the deep of night
These monsters haunt your
To My Ghost of Memory by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
To My Ghost of Memory
You are an old-rose memory
Of snow and warm pillows..
Hidden so close to my head, as I dreamt
You were as Peter Pan’s shadow,
softly, discretely,
sewing yourself- under my palms, beneath the soles of my feet
To trace through every memory
Desiring to see-
feeling every flickering memory as me
Inhaling every breath I exhaled, trailing behind
following not as a hunter- not as deer tracker
whose eyes dart and ears perk at my deep-wood trembling
But instead as the doe, quietly observing me
through deep fountain eyes
(Craving, following, craving.
A phantom, heart-drawn,
mesmerized by its unashamed beating)
I felt you like a shiver, politely
Break Open, Fall Apart, Shimmer by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
Break Open, Fall Apart, Shimmer
Exhales- sharp laughter!
the world has brought us back together!
in the fog of uncertainty
the only need- take heed
to wait
…..and make the rash decisions
I’m always one to take
how many tears were lost?
how long were you?
did you forget, did you forget? (I need you)
(what was the cost? I can’t hear you)
(how long, how many miles of sky
must our words traverse
for any gods to hear
our prayers)
The universe circles
and you slip back
the foggy mist
on swift legs of past
you come, long-delayed parcel
dropped sudden, in my lap
I open you, gift giver, I open you
soft smile, listening
I open to you
well-wisher
do tell
Whenever I see him, a wave of emotion comes over me. A tangled feeling, like homesickness, like nervousness. Like something important to you is long gone. I have to stop where I am, to gather my feelings, and diminish him. To try to push him out. But I find myself straining my neck forwards, trying to see him before he fades back into the crowd. He glows like the sun, and disappears into the group of bustling people, going behind the clouds. He's gone.
Look down at my feet. Little black shoes with flat bottoms against the cold cement. A few leaves rattle as they blow past me, and one settles in front of me. Bite my lip, and move my foot, gr
I walk silently down the long sidewalk, towards the road, watching my step. Always look down. I never understand how people can absentmindedly step on things. The back of my shoe is rubbing uncomfortably against the back of my heel, and I pause to tap the toe of my shoe on the ground to reposition it. Little swish of my purse, swinging back and forth as I walk quickly towards the crosswalk. Break into a little run as the sign flickers into a red hand, telling me I need to hurry up to get across. Step up over the gutter, head right, past little shops and a place to get bubble tea. Scent of hot teriyaki wafts from a nearby restaurant, and my
Click and clack. Click, clack. Susie and I walk in the direction of a favorite cafe.
"Damn these heels." Susie says, shaking her head. "I wish I brought some spare shoes... These things could kill. I'm hardly used to them, even though I wear them everyday!" I'm not really listening her, as we walk down, passing little shops and so many asian restaurants. I can't stop thinking of him... I remember how he laughed, saying "Those heels could be lethal! Why do you wear them, anyway? " Stare down at my flat shoes as we walk. Why did he go? Why did he have to go?
"--and then I was saying, 'how the hell can you walk in those?!'" Susie pauses, glan
Watch quietly, from my corner. Silently watching. Glancing away. I can't look at you, when you do this. Makes my insides go numb. Makes my mind buzz angry. Angry. Why can't I be you? Why can't I do that? Why can't I be loved?
Uncontrollable. I know how wrong it is, but no matter how much I tell myself, I can't shake off the feeling. You have so much more. You have so much more. And you don't even have to try. Natural power. Flick your hair that way, mischievous smile, you get them all. You don't even have to want it. You can control everyone. Even me. You can make anyone grovel. You can make anyone feel bad for not being as good as you. And
Must Give but Not Take- sub. 1 by Retracing-Steps, literature
Literature
Must Give but Not Take- sub. 1
-Must Give but Not Take-
.Born to Regret.
I came into this world, slightly chubby child, cute, sleeping for what seemed to be forever. Came into this world, and was automatically splashed into the waters that were supposed to save me from what was believed to come at the end. Unsuspecting, unknowing, all I would know is someone else is holding me, and I can't breath. So, cry. Not something that would feel holy. I was born and given the gift of regret. Repent for your sins, god is angry for what you do wrong, ask to be forgiven. I never took god seriously, but as if he's stubbornly grabbing onto me, I am given my regret. As if he's holding
Can you hear me whispering?
Words flowing out of my mouth,
water straight from my head.
A flow I try so hard to control,
a crack in the dam I hold.
Can you feel me stare?
My eyes begging for an answer,
my eyes piercing through the words,
that mean nearly nothing.
A name.
Three words, in total.
A prayer.
A foolish love.
Do you believe in me?
So naive,
so foolish,
so emotional.
Can you feel the cold hands?
The shivers, the chill.
Of warmth that's been lost.
From what isn't fire within,
but a frozen paradise.
Of dreams and sharp ice
that can make you bleed,
if you let them penetrate your mind.
Can you see me bite my lip
She stood a silhouette,
Backlit by her city lights,
Outshining them all,
Time stalls
To take in such a sight,
Enraptured,
This moment captured,
To know it can be like this,
Fusing fractures,
Framing fragments,
Sealed with a kiss
from lips so sweet as this
to miss a moment
Is regret chosen,
Even if never spoken.
It'll speak in the future dialect of lamentations,
And echo of your recollections,
Self damnations for all your good intentions,
If you let a single moment slip
With naught but a sigh escaping your lips.
Don't miss a moment fool,
Let this be your rule of thumb,
In the same way you can't go back to,
You can't come back from.
This go
Was I waiting for you?
I don't remember if I was.
I don't think I had you on my list;
I don't think I knew you could possibly exist.
Was I looking for you?
I can't remember if I was.
I wasn't planning for your arrival,
But I'm sure I need you for my survival.
Angels appear from nowhere,
When all you want to do is hide.
An angel's kiss blows through you,
So that you feel amazing things inside.
An angel's smile embraces you,
And you shine from the amazing gifts he brings.
But not every angel has a halo and wings.
Were you watching for me?
Was I supposed to cross your path?
Did you know I would come around?
Or wa
Current Residence: In my daydreams. Operating System: these two hands and apparently this mind Personal Quote: Only you make yourself what you are in the end.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Cocteau Twins, The Sundays, The Cure, Frente, The Cranberries, Shelleyan Orphan
Favourite Games
Ico
Tools of the Trade
my life experiences and emotion fuel anything I say or do
Other Interests
love, smiles, laughter, writing, and happiness... what I wish was reality as well..
..are rather tacky, and the further you look back the more tacky they become. They reflect stages in my life, in some cases, and I've gone far since the beginning. The stage of my life in which I wrote many of these were in a stage where fear and heartache were a daily experience.
I am in no means a great poet, I have a knack for writing but I am both out of practice and I always create a bad egg.
Maybe you'll like my poems, maybe you'll hate them, but I continue to create them because some people find some sort of inspiration in them, and I also love to write them.
So to those who wince, apologies, to those who enjoy, many thanks.
-Me
I would love to have the time to read through all your work and appreciate and fav it all at once, but unfortunately 'Lost' is on so for now, I will watch you and look forward to visiting your gallery in future. Keep writing!