Poems of Ophelia - Volume I
I've written a lot of poetry
lost & found
morning's songbird called her back from Dream firstborn hues of Sun so splayed in Heart some change become at last, an unknowable thing, longest sought; herself choices made by haste, in blindness, for fear — led by River's flowing waters all the same; a glowing path of Golden Light releasing bonds from Souls unfit, drowning lies she'd told silver-sh…
Earth, Wind, Salt, and Sea
The forest floor met wetted dew. Black of rock had set in two—the soul of man was just a dance—a heart of one was but a chance. Wind and salt, Earth and sea, the skies would part with you by me.
No Touching
She’d shine and beam her starry eyes—project a visage near sunrise. There’d be a hope for many now, those holding back to get their chow, they’d think it wise to wait and see, seek some claim of love for free. To never be! For she had found the wisest call a girl could sound. Her demon queen would take her all and bring each fool into their fall. None w…
freedomlands and shadows cast
now dancing the meadowlands of freedom her life abounding — beholden to our earth fair shot at last to stand on two feet alone barred by heaven's immortal gates no longer finally, at once, a simple place to lay her head felt out before, these perfect times to come a stillness within where she may simply be learning to roar and fly and dive in ope…
dancing here forever
My heart still sways, ever riding love’s gentle currents not theirs or mine, its own, forged for her within me each shade of heart, each gasp of passion one part of a something now fixed to my very center that fleeting cry — a time to know peace as my own my hips, such flow, a home for her absent hands to fall apart — to come together as more s…
songbird's call
her fall to flight started with a dive ‘twas the smell of ravens hair causing her to leap that rarest bird, a songstress of the heart so unknown their power, too unseen their greatness to hear them — revelation crumbled ground beneath her feet, she fell her reaching wings, her virgin voice, did so burden their peace their song a most delicate art…
Her Favorite Psycho
She’d seen him here—she’d see him there—a sweetheart in such disrepair. They’d shown their teeth, they’d make her bleed, still she’d decide the boy her steed. Twelve times she’d tell and they would judge, glacier inside, it wouldn’t budge. She’d said it wrong—not asked it right—he’d swear the bitch just need a fight. He’d see the fool, he knew the dork,…
Too Much Woman
Clowns ands drudges could not see—whores and liars wished to be—all would seek for what they’re not; the woman born to clean their clock. They’d see her clear, oh, clear as day. Yet brittle beakers would not say—their fluid was too low and blue—they’d lose the will to see it through. To stick a landing was the thing, no trust in God and what they’d brin…
Fuck It Up & Fix It Up
Something, something, whoops that sucked, look who’s gone and lucked it up. It was that girl from down the way, she’s made a boy who’s come to stay. She broke him down and built him up, then swept away that wretched fuck.
Nice Try But Try Harder
A world of women and their men believed itself quite on the mend. They thought themselves so bright and clean—they’d cast such judgement at the mean. Liars all—near every one—horizons to the setting sun. These people told one biggest tale. They’d sing it thrice to great regale.
Trolling the Whole Way Down
She fell into a fiery fall. She’d dance the way and have a ball. The witch called out each every one. I hate your face! Can I have some?
The Possessor & The Possessed
They wouldn’t know what she could bring. They’d call her sweet and feel the sting. This one would stoke her hottest flames and beg her will to take their brain. Subsumed they’d be in blankest space—a sub-borne girls most favorite place. They hoped for nothing more than this. They’d find it cozy in their bliss. That one, she’d hold it without care for la…
You're Fucking Up My Fucking Facts
This was a world of one. She was the one who won. She was the one who’d take it down for her fair man the god. He was the one who’d hold her down and take her mighty hog. It felt quite clean and made her gleam to be the queen of that fair stream. She’d see it through to make her due and that was true. With all that came from his cruel cane the god had w…