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In reply to an unfinished letter

warriorpoetess — Thu, 05 Jan 2012 13:39:59 +0000

thanks for not
sending me
those words you promised me

I didn’t wait
by the postbox
my inbox
or tv
I didn’t check
my facebook
or tweets
I didn’t mark
my calender
to countdown
the days
I didn’t think
you’d forget me
this way

So in reply to this letter
that’s yet to be made
this is what I have to say

If you promise
to come by today
don’t expect me
still tomorrow to wait

Fortress

warriorpoetess — Tue, 03 Jan 2012 12:03:41 +0000

the rain clouds come in the morning
as wisps of weary weaves her mask
of course it brings water showers with
and a washing is inevitable
the name is not always the meaning
as it hides in crevices of the forgotten
but rediscovery is a must
and the lady knows it well

the lady knows it best

what is words then today when used up prior
could they be refurbished, repurposed?

the thunder comes with the clouds, maybe
as she lays brick upon brick ( upon brick )
it might bring showers of water with
and a washing is much needed
the meaning will always be in the name
as it gives sense to the majority of all
but it must be claimed
and the lady knows it well

the lady knows it best
as she rebuilds her fortress
every word a brick laid
layer upon layer

the rain clouds come in the morning
but tonight she will name this place

serenity

love never comes

warriorpoetess — Fri, 25 Nov 2011 07:37:57 +0000

she’s in love, the lady, smitten is she
everywhere she goes, the lady, she smiles
she floats through the world
invisible cloud
the lady, she’s high
she’s in love, the lady, so is he
everywhere they go, the lady, she smiles
she boasts of their love
so very very proud
the lady, she’s happy
she’s in love, the lady, so is he

she’s alone, the person, that is me
everywhere she goes, her footsteps they echo
she floats through the world
invisible ghost
this person, she sighs
she’s alone, this person, there’s no he
everywhere she goes, her footsteps they echo
she carries her independence
like a shield
this person, she’s alone
she battles on her own

she’s in love, the lady
the lady, never me

to the stranger that inspires me so

warriorpoetess — Thu, 17 Nov 2011 14:34:51 +0000

stranger

I know you only through your words
bold and independent they march through my mind
like perfume they cling to me for days on end
and I ponder your wisdom,
the verses you release into the world

I know you only through the scratchings of your pen
and imagine you pouring your frustrations onto paper
I follow the traces of your mind faithfully
and your pain becomes mine,
these snippets you let me see

I know you only through your words
but in my mind they come alive
and I see life as you do

I know you
only
through the media
you choose
to communicate
but you know
just how to relate

you should not know me at all
but you speak to me
and somehow this
has become personal

friend

snow in november

warriorpoetess — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 14:33:31 +0000

when nature turns
upside down
there’s not much
you can do but
go along with it
play this crazy game
of opposites
knit a jersey
when the summer breeze
brings snow
to your doorstep

density

warriorpoetess — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 09:27:14 +0000

It’s twice the feeling
like breathing underwater
but knowing of suffocation
expecting to drown
who knows how deep the ocean goes
can you define its depth
how many words would you need
to describe its majestic size
could but one breath be enough
to take in the essence
the density of existing
in such a plane?
underwater
everything is like a movie watched in slow motion
but the weight of the water weighs down on you
and you cannot hide forever
you’re a buoyant being
and I’m waiting for you
skimming the surface
hoping one day
you’ll emerge

contemplation

warriorpoetess — Fri, 11 Nov 2011 06:00:08 +0000

I wait by the corner of thought. Contemplation is seconds away. Sometimes I allow my thoughts to run free. Dangerous, I know, but a necessary risk to get to know me. Not sure if I’d ever advise anyone else to do so. Get to know me, that is.

I feather my thoughts into the skies, hoping they will come back with snippets of wisdom, truths or anything interesting.

Somewhere in this head of mine I know there is hidden a treasure of stories, poems and such, or maybe just a jumble of words gasping to make sense. Clamoring to be pluck from my mind and placed together in a meaningful way. Someday this might happen.

Soon.

Maybe never.

lullaby for my love

warriorpoetess — Thu, 10 Nov 2011 06:01:20 +0000

pluck a feather from the sky
write my love this lullaby
whisper soft like clouds above
trickle taste the rays of sun
this might be the end of day
but dreams will come and fade away
with daylights blush we reunite
but first, I bid you a good night

frequencies

warriorpoetess — Wed, 09 Nov 2011 06:00:07 +0000

turn the knob slowly
until you catch my frequency
get to know me
show me how to catch your waves
ignore the interference
we’re better than
the midnight show
the afternoon drive
the breakfast blues

can you walk in my shoes?

keep trying
till you find the right station
I’m here to let you know
I’m on air

I’m going live

smiles

warriorpoetess — Tue, 08 Nov 2011 06:00:51 +0000

shelf life expired
sick and tired
not yet retired
not really that old -
but weathered

this how you make me feel

but you don’t know me
do you?
not at all
I don’t fall forever
kick me all you want
I’ll still stand
long after you’ve left -
stronger

what makes you think
I’ll stop smiling
just because you act
that way