Sometimes I get so angry that I cannot give voice to the rage. Sometimes I can. This is about Spirit Day which is today 10/20/2010. I’m nauseated that there is a need for this. I’m disgusted that bullies are allowed to continue.
I’ve been bullied. In my childhood and Continue reading “It’s Not Enough”
Always ~ Voice ~ Share ~ Aubergine ~ Stranger ~ Lush ~ Surprise ~ Liberate ~ Know
Aubergine Surprise
Oh yes I’ve always known you see
That the color that would liberate me
Would be lush deep pure aubergine
Wrapping me up all velvety soft
I share this always present hope
So more can learn my view of life
The suprise though the surprise for me?
The one that carried me away to this?
That there was aubergine in your touch
That the voice of this tall stranger could
Know that what I needed this grey day
Would be lush deep pure aubergine
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/29/2008
Thank ~ Give ~ Change ~ New ~ Old ~ World ~ View ~ Wait ~ Real
Rock My World
Gonna change these tired old rags
Gimme something real sexy in red
Gonna rock my world in new shoes
Never gonna wait for anyone again
Ain’t gonna stick with the same old
GOnna change the landscape forever
Gimme a paintbrush gimme color
Get on board or outta the way
Not waiting for a ticket to give
Gonna wrestle my life back from me
Tired so damned tired of waiting
For someone to happen–fuck that
Gonna thank me for my time served
Rock my world with sexy new views
Gonna rock my own damned world
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
11/27/20098 <–wow.. .back to the future much, Arwen? HAHAHAHAHA
Banshee Wrap Cloak Battle Support Wall Random Waste Relent
Banshee’d Again
Wrap my arms around myself
Cloaking against random stares
The fingernails of my desire
Shriek against the slate of silence
Beat my heart against stone
Piercing wails banshee’s song
Need to lean my head back
Solid wall living warm heart
Support me hold me love me
Empty nothingness awaits me
Rendering my cries wasted air
Points so relentlessly moot
Love’s battle kills another
Wild Scottish moanings
Woman lost to all love
11/5/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Readers Notes: Nope, no clue where this came from. Pulled the words AFTER writing the piece though.
Listen * Melting * Fusion * Spice * Slide * Back * Door * Payment * Tower
One Of Those Girls
Careful. I’m one of those girls who eats cinnamon
Sticks way back in her mouth rolling my tongue
Then kissing you with hot sweet spices–flavor
That girl who’ll sneak you in the back door
Pour you a glass of sweet tea to prevent you
Melting in the heat that is this tangible passion
I’m one of those girls who says I’ll listen
Pressing my ear against your heart counting 1-2
As your presences looms over me like some tower
Dark and leaning like a forgotten Pisa moment
Watch me. I’m that girl who’ll slide down you
Never asking payment for these forbidden moments
Where you and I create a symphony of kinds
Hot sweet cinnamon against your pressing lips
Fusion of my lava heat belly to your belly
As I join what is that singular moment of me
To that sturdy presentation of your lust
Careful. I’m one of those girls…
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/7/2008
Readers Note: I have to admit to enjoying this piece. There are a few moments in it that don’t scan exactly as I might like but for 8 minutes of writing time…I’m well pleased with this.
Journey Strain Urge Tug Pull Guide Seek Distance Sea
Restless Screams
Sometimes urges–primal screams of myself if you will
Yank at me like restless children who tug my hand
Come with us. Play with us. Run with us. Live please.
Should I seek these winsome toddler thoughts–follow?
Should I stay planted in my known domesticated self
Would the journey to the wilding that is within
Strain my sanity. Snap me like a twig. Break me down?
Pull me closer to that edge with fantasies of hope
With no map in hand I must let that muse guide me
Will she pull me over the bone-shattering cliff?
Will she drown me in that soul-sucking sea?
There in the distance I can hear those cries
Wailing, laughing, crying, shouting, screaming
Those restless children. Those primal screams of me.
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
9/4/2008
Speak Easy Comfort Meaning Everyone Will Listen With Intent
Sunday’s Bad Girl
She lolled on the porch
Speak easy comfort girl
Meaning to get dressed
Do the Sunday thing
Everyone will talk
No matter her intent
Might as well rest
Listen to those birds
Instead of the gossips
With such small minds
Better to enjoy sun
Speak easy comfort girl
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
8/10/2008
Babies ~ Carriage ~ Own ~ Filled ~ Headline ~ Duck ~ Swing ~ Earth ~ Hands
Scattered Babies
Gathered my hopes my dreams my secret little wishes
Lined them up like little girl lost dollies
Wearing precisely the right dress precisely the right hat
Pushed them along that broken street in a carriage
Made of earth and tears and sweat and fears
Moved all my desires on my own no help no one
Forgot to duck when you started to swing again
Went down to my knees heart filled with pain
Headline reads “Woman Killed By Her Own Dreams”
Scatter my babies shatter my carriage
Remind me again why you left me
Splintered ceramic lips and eyes and heart
Mock me from the asphalt of what we used to be
3/3/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Awkward smile lopsided instructions book stray bonding beam darkest
Cave In
We always tend to bond cement glue
One to another at those darkest
Black shimmering moments deep
No awkward lopsided back pats
Just raw open books of fear
Smiles can’t be faked or seen
Life’s instructions when buried
Be starkly honest to find that
One beam that shows you the way
Never letting yourself forget
Those black shimmering moments
When you thought you were lost
Bonding in the dark with strays
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
8/10/2008
taut~tongue~collective~shudder~flint~fire~discover~fantasy~breathless
Lady C’s Dream
“It is my fantasy,” she quipped
To find a tongue so taut that
It could flick flint to fire
Uncover me breathless at least
That is what I’ve dreamed of”
“So sad” she mournfully moaned
As she gave a delicate shudder.
“Too bad that dream is one
I’ve discovered untrue
Unless one could combine
My myriad collective of lovers.”
7/7/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
Window ~ Floor ~ Wall ~ Door ~ Against ~ Shadows ~ Through ~ Under ~ If
Lust’s Shadow
A shadow slipped under my door
As if to remind that nothing
Not bars on the window
Not bricked over wall
Nothing could keep you out
If you ever chose me again
I’d be helpless to you, Lust
I’d let you toss me to the floor
Take me against the desk
Fuck me under the table
All my denials would be
Shadows in the light
Spears through silk
If you ever chose me again
7/7/2008
Stephanie Arwen Lynch
