"The Stars In Her Hair"

This is my first painting in quite a while, but I'm very happy with it.  Let me know what you think!

The Stars In Her Hair

Also, just as a side note, I'm sorry for the quality of the picture.  I don't know where my main camera is so I had to settle for less.  I'll post a better quality photo when my camera reappears!  Enjoy!

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Fantasie

I stood, uncomfortable.
I waited for his response.
I bit my lip, and watched him take in the silence
that followed the last note.

I closed my eyes
     and imagined myself away.
I opened my eyes
     and still he had said nothing.

Was it something about the way my hands
drifted up above the keys, as though to catch
the last ringing tones hanging above our heads?

Or was it the anger that filled each forte,
the tugging emptiness in each rest,
the bittersweet lullaby
that wrapped itself around us, and
bade us dream of our mortality?

Perhaps it was the way I sought the answer in his eyes.
I should have been less forward.
I should have diverted my gaze from him,
allowed him to tuck himself away
and become impenetrable.

In any case, I didn't know.
He kissed me, but he wouldn't tell.

Metamorphosis

in much the same way
that a moth, once freed from its cocoon,
flees into the sky away from itself,
I am falling away into something new

that calls me down into the depths of -
I, drag myself underneath the palpitating heart
and watch the clustered cells pulse violently
I, hide myself between the follicles of twisted hair
and watch the skin cells slough off

and become the wind and the snow atop mountain peaks.

I am made to watch those pieces which -
hitherto unconscious of their magnificence -
breathe new life into the wearied mind,
and show me that light I sought,
which Prometheus threw down to the curious Eve,

in much the same way
that a moth, once freed from its cocoon,
flees from the sodden ground it once called Paradise.

To He Who Holds My Heart

The feel of your arms
around my waist,
your lips, tender and wanting --

I lifted my face to yours
and fed your hunger.

Who I Am

Who am I?

I am not the wind or the sunlight,
though I have stood within them
and felt their kisses and caresses on my skin.

I am not the ocean or the rain
though both have caught me unaware
as I walked to school as a child,
or along the yellow shore, ignorant of the coming tide.

I am not the eggplants and zucchini
growing in my garden, though
they have sustained me
and made me smile with pride.

I am not my family, though
goodness knows how I have tried,
to please and become them,
they, the only ones closest to me, I know.

I am myself.

But I have not yet discovered who that is.

Cursed Dream

Sorry for the late post. Enjoy!
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I couldn't imagine I'd be here.
Burying her.

But the man was coming.
This was her only protection;
Their only protection.

In this forbidden land
Where seeds planted refuse to grow
Where time has stopped and sifted underneath
Thousands of years of sand,

I am burying her, breath and tired eyes,
In the hope that the man will pass by,
And the youthful condemned

Will be spared.

The Premium Wash, Rinse, and Drive

I hadn't gone to one of these since I was young.
I knew what to expect.
I suppose I didn't.

My car rolled slowly into the automated wash,
and I parked it, ready for my five minute-
Super Saiyan snooze.

The water was calming, and drizzled down the side,
and I watched it, suddenly fascinated by
the light it reflected.

It reminded me of...
something.
I closed my eyes.

A sudden roaring sound,
and I was alert, hands at the wheel
10'o clock and 2'o clock respectively, at the ready.

It was the spinning washers,
blue and snakeline, circling above my windshield
seemingly consuming the window on the driver's side.

It was a storm, it seemed,
that swallowed whole my view of the world,
that drowned it in grey soap and multi-colored car wax.

Was it adrenaline?
Or some unknown glamour that had gripped me?
I don't know, but it was exhilarating, and somehow even

Here, in this man-made cave,
I found my inner child, filled with wonder at the sudden
change in her world.  Suffocating claustrophobia, uncertain

where the world had gone.

Then the rain - the water came and washed away the worry.
Then the wind came and cleared my sight.
And somehow, we came out alright.