Falling

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Poetry

Falling
leaves
rustle the spirit
Falling
spirits
stir the dead fall
Falling
stars do Not
grant wishes
wishes
fall from lips
that once fell
in Love
Falling
for the lies
that they tell.
Falling
is just Gravity.
It stops
when you’re at
the bottom.

Cut

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Cut, Death, Flowers, Haiku

Cut the flowers down.
Put them in a pretty vase.
Watch them die for you.

 

 

Fruit on the Vine

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Garden Of Eden, Lust

Lie to me,
lie with me.
Pluck me like fruit
from off of a tree,
or like the strings of a mandolin –
vibrating like a lover,
playing like a friend.

Tell me some secret
that you’ve never told,
give me some hours
to feel like your world.
Adore me, touch me,
catch and release,
until the hour
our fun must cease.

Treat me better than I deserve,
memorize every curve,
then chew me up & spit me out like a pit,
electrifying every nerve.
Then send me stumbling on my way,
only the pulp is left,
until we meet another day,
wanton and out of breath.

Lie to me.
Lie with me.
Give me some hours
to feel totally free.
 

-Laura the Lioness

Written in September, 2016

Unpacking

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Poetry, Travel

Unpacking my luggage,
My emotions,
& the memory of those I hold dear –

Trying to get back to the rhythm
Of the life
That I allege to be living here.

Unpacking my souvenirs,
My apprehension,
& my lingering bursts of fear,

Trying to feel
Like I’m close to you,
Even while I’m holding you near.

Unpacking my gifts,
My smiles, my doubts,
My misgivings & regrets.

Trying to hold onto the Hope
That the best
Hasn’t happened yet.

Welcoming myself “Home”
With a promise,
& a sigh.

Trying not to dread
Tomorrow,
When we’ll again be saying goodbye.

My Net

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Desire, Loss, MythicalCreatures, Nautical, Ocean, Sailing, Sand, Ships, Sirens, SirenSeries

Were you lying all along,
or were you lured by my Siren Song,
but simply determined to stay the course,
To spare not my feelings but yours?

Did you burn orange with desire for me,
Only to have your hopes dashed to the sea,
With the realization that we both might die,
and that your men needed you more than I?

Did you hear me calling you from far away on land?
Does your body ache for mine whenever it touches sand?
Are you happy that you chose to live, rather than give in?
Or would you throw yourself at my mercy, if you could do it over again?

I lie in wait for my next victim,
Relishing choosing my prey,
and they will suffer twice as much
because of the one who got away.

I cast my net,
I cast my spell,
I kiss – and kill,
but never tell.
Farewell, brave sailor.
Farewell.

Siren’s Song

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Ecstasy, monsters, MythicalCreatures, Ocean, Sirens, SirenSeries, Surrender, TrueSelf

I only surface when I need to breathe,
but that isn’t the real me.
When I breach it’s always brief,
but that isn’t the real me.
I live in the cold & murky depths,
Where you haven’t ventured yet,
That would terrify you to see,
but where one can be truly free.

You bob & weave as if in a dream,
and nothing is quite what it seems,
and Love can never haunt you.
You can swim away from any prey.

It would scare you so to see
All the monsters that are in the deep,
but they are all at home with me,
They are my friends and family.

The salt will cleanse you of every ill,
Then the waves will kidnap your will,
and rob you of your memories,
Until you’re as happy as the breeze.

Come with me to the depths below,
Far beyond all that you know,
Surrender your fear and your heart to me,
and then you will be truly free.

Ships in the Night

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Injury, Love, Ocean, Ships, Sirens

That night you stumbled in (even later than me),
Both of us exhausted from our independent adventures;
You with the cracked ribs,
and me with better news than I had expected any time soon.

You and I, ever ships in the night…
but then you & I have always loved the ocean.
It is calm & passive,
Raging & turbulent,
and it is ever deep, deep, deep.

I taste the salt of your skin
and I feel more at home
than Odysseus ever did in his long-lost Ithaca.

You are my anchor,
My sunset,
My giant man-eating squid.
And I will always be your siren,
Mooring you safe on the rocks with a song.

Lull me to sleep with your sweet breath
and the warmth of your sun-kissed skin,
and we will drown each other with love.
Forever.

Snow Day at the Sound

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Ocean, Sand, Shore, Snow, Sunset, Winter

As my feet clumsily plodded and crunched through the crust of winter
I listened to the lapping of the ocean, that familiar sound
and watched little chunks of ice bobbing in at the sound.
The sound where I spend almost every day,
now completely silent & no less beautiful.

I saw here & there patches of defiant sand
that had been blown by the wind through the snow,
announcing their presence amid a sea of white, white, white.

And as the sun breathed its last glorious gasps into the cold,
drenching it with fire that could not be felt,
it was more brilliant than ever,
knowing that few would brave the elements to enjoy it,
and that it should be extra spectacular to make it worth their while.

The waves keep lapping unaware against the white,
and I plod, ever determined, ever defiant, like the sand,
to glean every last bit of beauty & meaning that this ocean,
this sound, this world, can offer me and my lonely heart.

The Basilisk

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Dreams, family, monsters, Mythology, Ocean

The basilisk could take human form, and it did,
and it shared its bounty with us on the sandbar,
Not knowing or remembering that it is really just a snake.

My brother laughed and ate the eggs
while I tried to teach it words in English,
Incredulous to not be eaten myself.

I wondered where he went when the tides came in,
but I thought it rude to ask.
After all, he wasn’t real,
Even if I could still taste the egg,
Warm & dripping down my throat.

82

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Alchemy, Fire, Flight, Lead, Melancholy, Phoenix

Save me from the war inside my head.
My mind is scattered,
My heart is lead,
and hangs so heavy inside my chest,
That it threatens to sink all the rest:
My love, my mirth & my pride,
Until I am nothing but cold lead inside,
and outside just a heavy husk
That I try to burn each dusk.

But how will the terrors of my mind take flight
if that husk will not ignite?
If there are no ashes the Phoenix cannot rise,
and that would be the worst demise –
To have come this far and flown and fallen…
My cold lead heart has not forgotten.