Rhapsody-of-the-moon

Breathe in, breathe out funny how i have to remind my self how to do that You has that effect on me Pulse becomes erratic,emotions run amok oh sweet sweet agony when you cause my heart to stop just by smiling when you think I'm not looking don't you know by now that i am always looking? every moment you hold me close is pleasantly tormenting i love feeling how warm you are and yet know that i can't spend all my time in you arms I love how your fingers run through my hair relaxing me with such a simple touch and yet causing such complex emotions I adore the look in your eyes  after i surprise you the thoughts running here and

The setting sun sets the beach ablaze with color. reds purples and pinks dance over the water and off of uncovered shells. just beyond the reach of the rolling waves stands a woman, her long hair dancing in the swirling sea air. the air tugs at her loose calf length, dress like tiny seraphs pulling at her trying to get her to dance with them. gulls walk along the shore looking for food watching for sudden movement from the lonely figure standing there. stepping out of her sandals she walks into the water creating eddies in her wake. stopping when to water is at her waist she trails her fingers through sea foam creating ever changing patterns.

They watch. People watching people, judging others and themselves.  I walk by and they watch. Whispers fill the air. “there she goes.” “who is she?” “what is she doing?” “where does she belong?” questions answers going round. To most I am an anomaly, different. I don’t fit their fabric of  normal. I move, they watch. I talk, they watch. No matter what I do, people watch me. Trying to figure me out. Little do they know that as they watch me, I watch them. Sitting there, eating, talking. Only I don’t try to fit them to my fabrication of normal. All are different and yet in being different they a

“Some day” a girl whispers to herself in the dark, clutching her teddy bear close Silently she sometimes cries herself to sleep after talking to him, the keeper of her heart. Days come and go but what stands out the most is when he calls and she hears his voice. Calm quiet….peace. For just an hour peace. Questions back and forth, some serious some not Plans made, trips plotted out, countdowns begin. Friends jest and poke fun, parents worry Warmth and happiness shared at the sounds of each others voice. Memories  shared and history revealed. So many stories told. “ someday some day and soon enough” are words

X I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic. __I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists. __I'm NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun. __I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz. __I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed. __I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat. __I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy. __I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy. __I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS. __I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape. __I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist. X I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch. X I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell. X I'm CHRISTIAN, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat. __I'm ATHEIST, so I MUST hate the world. __I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil

I found a photo today. The only one I have of us. The only one you ever let be taken. We were both smiling then, at that time. 2 years have almost gone by and I found THAT photo. It was in a stack of paper and fell. didn't even know what it was till I saw it. At that moment my whole world stopped with my heart and I felt myself die a little more. What happened to us? was it you? was it me? or was it cause we had nothing better to do? I found the boxes. the ones you gave me for my birthday. THe necklace earrings and ring. The sapphire dimond and white gold set. I was 19 then.The first set ever given to me by anyone. Did I tell you that?.....

Oh the bitter sweet of seeing you standing there Of my fingers in gliding along you face and through your hair Of your laughter and smiles I feel I could go on for miles Oh the bitter sweet of it all Never knowing when you will fall Just a little further into my heart Never to depart Our beautiful mess Won’t settle for less Oh the bitter sweet of hearing your heart skip a beat Of moments that make all else seem obsolete Of being content to kiss your finger tips When all I really want to do is kiss your lips Oh the bitter sweet warmth of you touch on my face And the strength of your embrace How nobody knows When we say &#

Inside a wall a wild fire burned Outside the wall nothing hinted at the storm within A year ago that wall started to crumble Now little of it remains, despite attempts to rebuild it The wild fire died down a bit The storm can now be seen Slowly the person behind the wall is coming out Stepping up to the border line The girl stop, hesitating to step forward and into a new life The lonely figure standing there longs to see what the future holds for her Hating the past for what it had done to her But with each step she takes, she thinks of the one she loves And how he started the destruction of that precious yet despised pris

Fog creeps over the land. Slow and thick it spreads covering everything from sight. Grass flowers trees, all become dull shadowy shapes. In the hollow of a log a lone duck sits on her nest of eggs. Crickets stop there chirping and the marsh birds cease their calls. Along with the fog comes a blanketing silence which only small rivers babble becomes a whisper. Slowly  a shape appears to move through the fog, flitting here and there the figure is quiet and graceful. Soon the fog clears enough around the moving form to reveal a girl child dance amid the dew filled grass. Her hair dark as a raven’s wing done up in a myriad of braids and curl