bits n pieces

Been working on a few things.... none of it making me really happy right now. Not sure what the bizness is, but nothing has any flow for me. I'm kinda blocked. Would love to see some suggestions or words of wisdom in the comments... or leave a verse or two if ya want.

Wishing you peace and creativity!

amymay

Contact

An instant of contact

skin on skin

Accidental incident

an arm, a hand

Expedited explosions

erupt within...

I feel the heat

and want the sin

Tactile temptations

interrupt my intentions

Flipping

and

Falling

Your touch calling

My resolve

has met

its end.

amymay 28 may 2009

I'm workin' on it.....

It's been an especially hectic month, so I haven't been able to take the time (or find any peace and quiet, for that matter) to devote to writing. I have several scraps and "starts" that are in residence in my notebook. I'm sure in time some of them, at least, will mature into something worth reading. Thanks for being patient. Also, I wanna give a big thank you to Susanne Drake for her contributions to this blog the last couple posts. I know what it took for you to share your work. I'll be posting again in the next few days, promise!

Meanwhile, y'all have a safe and happy Memorial Day!

More from Susanne

I present for your approval two more poems by my friend Susanne. Again, I pause only to say, she is an amazing young woman with a tremendous amount of really crazy/taxing/heartrending stuff going on in her life lately. I wish I could make it all better for her, but unfortunately, all I can do is give her another forum and revel in the creativity born of her distress. God luvs ya, Susanne, and so do your friends!

now you know...
Current mood: crushed
Category: Writing and Poetrynow you know


what, you say, are you thinking?
my mind wanders aimlessly
processing the words and wondering
what to say.

time tramples past me
leaving me in it's wake
bubbling madness always at the brim
of my cup that's overflowing.

overwhelmed i reach for salvation
my hands crack and bleed
they are as i would have them
foreign blood running through them.

what, you say, are you thinking?
my heart pumps persistently
willing me to keep breathing
beckoning me to go on.

whirling shades of darkness
entreating ever pushing onward
light hearkens, haulting only at my request
my fragile state it's master.

when will this weight be lifted?
when will we stop aching?
when will this world stop hurting?
when will life stop crushing?

waiting
waiting
waiting

these hands
Current mood: vexedthese hands



these hands
what they touch
they destroy

these hands
what they hold
they mock

these hands
what they feel
they reject

these hands
what they seek
they waste

these hands
these hands are mine
these hands belong to You