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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When I Love Again

 

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When I commit to love again …

he will be my best friend,

my confidant,

my confessor who accepts

all of me

 

He will be the one I mesh with,

my missing piece in mind & heart, as I will be his.

 

He will be that one person who I like being around

Naked in every way

without inhibitions

without fear

free to explore every hidden

and forbidden fantasy

A magnet of lust requited.

Lusting a soul mate is always reciprocal

that’s one of the rules.

(He’s also gonna like to walk around naked at 2am

& eat Rocky Road ice cream from the fridge

from the same spoon)

 

He’ll be the one who talks politics and philosophy

He will not see the bad me, only the me who loves him.

When I’m mad & acting crazy,

he’ll kiss my forehead and say things to make me laugh at me

 

He’ll have a Truth and faith inside that cannot be denied

He will make me want to be the better person I should have been

He will be the nobility missing in me

 

He will be Himself, always

A man with a light inside he’s unafraid to hide

A man of courage, more than mine

 

A man of pure soul & pure heart

A man unafraid of the darkness within

A man unafraid to be who his spirit calls him to be

 

A man in love with Love

A man in love with me

A man who needs no others, but me
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©justagirllost2


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He Is

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He loves me with strong, calloused hands.

He pushes aside wisps of hair to gently kiss my forehead.

His way to wordlessly say, “It’s still ok, you grumpy, unloving, selfish girl . I love every bit and piece of you. I still do.  It’s just me and you and WE will always be ok.”

He laughs when I won’t.

He likes music I don’t, he likes mine too, he never has to choose. He’s an Eclectic demigod of tunes.  A firestorm of moods. He can be as crazy, raunchy, crude, irreverent, lewd, uncontrolled, wild and wicked as the music he listens to.

He is undone watching sad movies, the ones where sports heroes die in the arms of a best friend.

He loves books as if they somehow help him breathe. He reads to me the things that touch him most deeply. He hides nothing of what he’s feeling or thinking. He knows I never judge him & though I may disagree I respect him and always try to see though his eyes.

His openness, trust and complete honesty are the greatest gifts of Love anyone has ever given me.  He allows me to reciprocate. His uncaged heart frees me.

Everything about him screams sexy.  His mind is my Aphrodisiac.  His body is my home. There is no part of me he hasn’t seen. There is no place on me he hasn’t touched. My lips, sighs, whispers, cries, passion, pleasure, pain, desire, every inch, outside and in… There is nothing I keep from him. To Him only do I belong.

He can split logs and carry them in rain.  He is made of hardest muscle and beard. He is not soft. I love the rugged length of him. The smell of sweat and skin. The way his hands engulf mine. The way his body shields and protects. He makes me feel strong, yet delicate.

He isn’t afraid to Pray, in his own way.

He seeks beyond this world for the greater good and greater Truth.

He Respects all creatures, all life. He lets butterflies rest upon his thumb and never kills bumblebees or fireflies.

His takes no delight in cruelty or another man’s downfall

He is strength with tenderness. A gentle upheaval. A fascinating contradiction.

He is Bold as knights of old. He Protects the innocent, the weak, the bullied, the meek.

He is slow to anger or take offense. He sees all, the bad, the good in those he calls friend.

He does what is right and honorable with courage and strength of conviction.

He is a man of action, a Warrior

He is a Seeker of peace

Hypocrisy he never tolerates. Ignorance he won’t excuse. He never suffers fools.

He has no need for the approval of men. He’s no sheep to be led by irrational emotion. He’s not influenced by the latest trends among politicians, philosophers or the masses.

He is a realist, a pragmatist who sees with the eyes of wisdom and reason.

He is an Idealist, an optimist, a philosopher.

Compelling, passionate, brilliant and fascinating. He challenges my mind, and he delights when mine challenges his.

He is gentility and class. He is confident and secure with his manhood, his place in the world. He is nobility of thought. Justice and honesty are ingrained in his heart.

More than generous, he seeks no adulation or glory for kindnesses

He sacrifices without complaint for those he loves

He gazes into each sun’s rising and setting with wonder and awe. He knows all nature is a masterpiece, a treasure to protect and respect

He shows me reality in colors unseen

He sees beyond what the eyes perceive

In every season he finds hope, no matter how stark the horizon or chilling the breeze

He teaches me unending ways to discover the Beauty in me

Like a rare flower he treasures and cherishes me with every breath

He delights as I bloom beneath his care. He is never threatened by my strength. He could crush me in an instant, I trust him completely. I am fearless and free within the fortress of him

He is my Protector, my Avenger

He is my Savior, my soulmate, my biggest fan, my most ardent, attentive Lover

He is my best friend

He found me when I was alone, unguarded, unmasked. He SAW into me and still stayed around. I know it’s meant to last

He is Man ~ He is my Love

He walks this earth

My Soul’s Mate known and expected

since before time began

I will wait a lifetime

to walk beside him once again

Hand in Hand

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*and now I am…  

©justagirllost2


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DuskLightMemory ~ Happy Birthday,C!🌸

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Within you
Deep beneath the thoughts

others read into you
places locked
dreams you forgot
They still live within You

You have all you need

To Be as you’re meant

To Be
To live without the within

they built for you
You are and always have been here
You are worth more, my dear
Every single bit of you withheld
without their blessing
Never useless or lesser
You are precious~perfect

You need not be measured
Just live  ~  free to be…  You
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Happy Birthday, my beautiful Christy!

I still think of you, all the time, when I see a red cardinal fly by

I still pray for you, and your family, because family is and was the most important thing to you.

You always had love to share.

You truly cared for others and that’s a damn rare thing.

You cared, Christy.

You opened your arms and shussed us all in under your wings like an angel friend.

I know people aren’t Angels, but Christy,  you were my angel whenever I needed.

You were always there for me.

You always had an uplifting thought, a kind word, a giddy laugh, a pat on the back,

an “Oh, hell! Nah, girl you’re better than that!”

You always saw the good in people, that’s a beautiful thing.

You were the one lifting others up as the dark ones pulled them down.

You were real, truth, goodness, integrity, honesty, gentility, class and sass.

You were earthy, fiery, hot and passionate.

You were gentle, soothing, soft, hugs and it’ll be ok, I’m here for you. That was you, C.

You just couldn’t understand how people could hurt one another, intentionally

and this message always stays with me, because, it’s you, C, it’s you, my beautiful @dusklightmemory …

‘Aww! Luvs’ you girl 

Take care of yourself your kids need ya

Fuck everyone else

Stay Strong

Single mothers are warrior angels in disguise…

So, Happy Birthday, Baby!

I’m so happy God brought you into this world!

You have touched and changed my life to infinity and I know we will meet again, and we’ll laugh and talk and hug and dance and sing and all will be LOVE, heavenly, we’ll all be together one happy family, across distance and time across horizons beyond what the eye  can see. 

I miss and love you, my Sweet Christy.

You’re in my prayers, my thoughts, my heart and always on my mind.

I love you, Sister I never had.

I love you, Christy, wildflower, moonchild,

beautiful angel, I love you,  my soul sister my forever and ever friend.

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@justagirllost2

#dusklightangels

06/01/2017

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My Feelings Never Wane

I’d fight with fire just to get close to you…

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My feelings

those deep, dark, passionate

delicious feelings

relentless wants

undying needs

of desire ~ love ~ lust

never wane

they pulse pizzicato, firm and strong

stronger

flowing thru me, vibrating my being

sighing touching tasting streaming

My thoughts never stop touching

searching for yours

My lips never stop aching

throbbing for a taste, a bite

a lingering lick of your skin

My body never stops humming, quivering

burning to feel your lips once more

and though life is so busy, insanely so right now,

it never drives me to distraction

only you commit that crime

though I am under the weather

oh so tired, I fall into bed as if a rag doll

knowing you breathe and exist

knowing you live in my world

you are my forever breath of life

You are my muse, my poetry

my inspiration, my desire, my delight

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 ©justagirllost2

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*top image by serge marshennikov

* bottom photo mine

 

 


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rebel just for kicks now

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My new favorite song and band and video!!  Enjoy!  ❤

Niki

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“Feel It Still”

Can’t keep my hands to myself
Think I’ll dust em off, put em back up on the shelf
In case my little baby girl is in need
Am I coming out of left field?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillGot another mouth to feed
Leave her with a baby sitter, mama call the grave digger
Gone with the fallen leaves
Am I coming out of left field?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might of had your fill, but you feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillWe could fight a war for peace
Give in to that easy living
Goodbye to my hopes and dreams
Stop flipping for my enemies
We could wave until the walls come down
(I’m a rebel just for kicks now)
It’s time to give a little tip
Kids in the middle, move over till it falls
Don’t bother meIs it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming
Is it coming back?Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks, yeah
Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse now
Might be over now, but I feel it stillOoh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
I been feeling it since 1966 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Ooh woo, I’m a rebel just for kicks now
Let me kick it like it’s 1986 now
Might be over now, but I feel it still
Might of had your fill, but you feel it still

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“Feel It Still” is the second single from the upcoming album “Woodstock,” following “Noise Pollution [Version A, Vocal Up Mix 1.3],” which was released on December 2nd, 2016. While originally planned for another project entitled “Doomin + Gloomin,” “Noise Pollution” will appear as the final track on Woodstock.

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and that’s what I been doing…   

©justagirllost2