You

Safety is your strong arms;
comfort is my head on your chest;
love is your blue eyes.

Your smile - your touch
it makes me want you so much.

Serenity is on your lips,
eternity is in your gaze,
Sensuality is around your ears.

Your smile - your touch
it makes me want you so much.

You are nothing - you are everything.

Spring breeze

Slight chill in the wind
warm sunlight pouring down on
the dusty sidewalks.

Joggers passing by,
children playing in the street
cars with their tops down.

I skip home alone
with a song on my lips and
music in my toes.

Robbers!

In the bathroom, about to take a shower.
No one else is home, but
have to lock the door.
It's robbers!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!

Sitting on the toilet - going pee.
No one else is home;
have to lock the door.
Robbers!
aiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Dancing in the computer room,
wearing only Sponge Bob panties.
No one else at home, but
must lock the door.
ROBbers!
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekk!

Brushing teeth and
scrubbing cheeks clean.
Other people are home, still
must lock the door.
roBBERS!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

In the bedroom,
changing into pajamas,
home all alone,
need to lock the door.
ROBBERS!
BOO!

The Lone Chopstick

Usually, chopsticks work in pairs: side-by-side, held in one hand, and pressed together by positioned fingers. They seem to be co-dependent - afraid to be on their own. Always with at least one other, whether in use, in the drawer, or in the drain tray.

But every morning, when I slowly straggle out of bed and crawl into the kitchen, I see one lone chopstick sitting on the counter patiently waiting to be cleansed. One brave chopstick adventures forth everyday alone, leaving his friends behind in the drawer. They eagerly wait for his return, when he will regale them with stories of his journey.

It is not the same chopstick every morning, however, that ventures forth to new discoveries. Oh no. Sometimes he is one of the wooden crowd - some days she is from the red plastic group. And every morning when I see this lone chopstick, I stop to ponder what mischief she created alone, early before I rose under my covers.

Compulsion

Anxiety a rash spreads across your wrist another under your breast redness on your right cheek itchy Anxiety chewed nails dried blood skin around nails chewed till it bleeds a tiny bit of skin hanging an invitation to chew an invitation to draw blood repeat repeated you cannot stop fidgeting you twirl your fingers pull your fingers some day you will pull too hard and dislocate a finger maybe some day is today your fingers tap the desk tap against each other your foot twitches in the air knuckles knock on the desk another bit of skin around your thumb nail to chew cannot stop will not stop move twitch knock scratch tap shake shiver rock sway pull rub itch chew cannot stop must not stop

Paper cuts

In chaos theory,
the flap of butteryfly wings
can change the whole world.

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Sitting all alone
Watching the clouds over head
leaving me behind.

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A fort of beer caps.
Smiling green fire crackers.
Red Mojo Jojo.

In Waiting

Hidden under rainbows
and catching sweet perfumes;
I wait for you,
underneath the moon.

Flying through the sky
with my purple eye;
I wait for you,
in my red ball
loon.

I just can't get enough -
sometimes your love just isn't enough.
I need to feel you
want you
feel you touching me
I can't get enough. . . .

To my love . . .

Wind blows through my hair, whispers soft words to me.
Trying to think of a new way to say something I've said
a thousand times before.

Each minute, our love grows stronger
each second, I want to hold you longer.
With this last kiss I send you off to bed
and wish sweet dreams to follow in your head.
If my words could meet you in your sleep,
I'd whisper of our love that soaks so deep.

The same beat - the same words run through my head.
How do I express my feelings in a different way after so long,
after so many times?
I don't know who I am without you.
I don't know where I end and you begin.
How can I ever be good enough for you?

I corrupted your innocence with my evil thoughts.
Reaching to the heavens, I pulled you down into my hell.
I can't let you leave. I won't let you leave.
If you'll be my Ham, I'll be your Lucy.

All the pain I've caused you, I wash away with my tears.
All your tears shed, I blow away with my smile.
If I die tomorrow, what will you remember of me?
The joy, the pain, the laughter, the tears?
After all these years. . . .

Beauty and the Beast

Beauty stares in the mirror -
she sees ugly reflecting back at her.

Stomach flab spilling over her underwear
and untoned muscle everywhere.
This is all she sees.
Never thin enough - she thinks she eats too much.
Another day, another skipped meal.
The hunger pains will soon subside, and then she will be
thin - beautiful.
Pretty means skinny; food is her enemy.
Shallow eyes and sunken cheeks is the beauty that she seeks.
Never thin enough - she thinks she eats too much.

Starring at the magazines, wondering why she doesn't look like them.
A picture of perfection she can never attain.
Dress it up, cover it up,
but the ugly shines through.
Her make-up cannot hide the hideous skin beneath.

Beauty looks in the mirror,
Sad eyes with a pain-filled smile stare back at her.

Man in the mirror

When I was just a little girl, I was afraid of mirrors. I thought that I was the reflection, and that I would disappear if the person on the other side walked away from the mirror. Thinking back to this now, maybe I am on the wrong side of the mirror . . . maybe our world is on the wrong side of the mirror. I wonder what life would be like if I stepped through - journeyed to the other side.

Only Alice knows.