Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.


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Alice Lost Again

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Poor Alice, you’ve always been more feline than female.

Always inquisitive, when awake, just like Dinah your cat.

A pretty pet, curiouser & curiouser, always wanting

to taste strange things & then wishing you’d listened to reason.

~

Drinking poison & spewing nonsense,

until dizzy & spinning, ungrinning at the possibility

that impossibilities do not exist or happen as a fact.

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Such a pretty, bloody trainwreck

painting white roses red

with the guard of playing card men

in a whirl of confusions

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It wasn’t YOU, silly twit,

it’s isn’t YOU, nit nit wit

being adored

written about prettily for

~

If the shoes fits start wearing it

Not HER HIM or IT, it’s YOU YOU YOU

You’re the ONE always being ignored

Such an arrogant twit TWIT twit 

go away go away,  just

get used to being laughed at

just your sad sad silly love scorned…

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for the Queen of Hearts

is HIS tart sweet

lyrical muse

forevermore

~ the end

©justagirllost2 

*top image, Photo by Valentin Perrin

*bottom image, from Pinterest, trying to find the source


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It Hurts

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It hurts

to be invisible

It’s death

to not exist

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It hurts to be in shadows

unobserved, untouched,

unlived, unloved

It hurts more than

I care to admit

~

It hurts to see things

see truths,

see words, see clues

figure out whose who

who still matters

old and new

~

It hurts to be taunted

and tainted

by kindnesses paid to

poison pens

~

It hurts

to be alone

and afraid

Just me, just one

against the world

and those who hate

from without and within

my own home closes in

as wars rage against me,

but

I’ll never tell

them

~

It hurts

holding it all in

because

it must be done,

because

it just is what it is

~

It hurts to never cry

because

those tears

always, anyway

will simply

go unnoticed

unheld

unheard

dry away

like

every other day,

still…

it hurts

~

 

©justagirllost2  

 

*image~ painter’s arm
rebecca rebouche
treehouse, louisiana
november, 2012

In Vogue Italia.


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Speak Scream

Speak scream

your intentions

See,
I’m one of those obtuse fools
who need to be spoken to

in plain English

I can’t even read

my own damn mind

 

Come to me

where there are

no lying prying eyes

Come to me

away from they

who salivate

to misconstrue

Come to me

in our own

summer solstice

of blue

~

©justagirllost2

 


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Waiting for us

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My words

lay unspoken

waiting

for your breaths

to bring them

new life

 

Ribbons of silk

ready to run in rivers

from my mind

with just one touch

~

No arsenic and old laced

tomes

penned eons ago

to:  old crones

still

snorting

sniffing

jonesing

for another shot

from:  you

love them still

or love them not?

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My eyes see deep

through

the darkness

of who

you truly are

of what

you truly want

 

Adoration sings

thru my blood

 

Can’t you see my shy soul?

Can’t you feel my lost heart?

Can’t you smell my aching flesh

calling to yours?

 

Speak to mine

in ancient

tongues

only we know

 

I wait to taste

our mutual

desires

sweet love

forbidden lusts

 

I wait to be

consumed in the sin

fire and flames

undying

of Us

~

©justagirllost2

 

 

 


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Our Own Eden

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He is the sweetest secret

in my heart

Our own Eden we own

two tethered in thought
never apart

Silk bound by steel

ties our two hearts

With reverence he inks
love notes upon my soul

His words priceless treasure

Within me they’re owned

untarnished like sugared gold

he comes within a rising sun

My body hums
in electric ache
I lie in shadows bold
insatiable
kissed awake
my naked desire
his to sate
his forever flame
I light his way

He is mine

I am his

Irretrievably and
completely bound

In each other

lost and found

~

©justagirllost2

*photo mine