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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He Needs to be Mine

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HE is

confident  cool  mysterious

infinite fascinations

 

HE is

dangerous  charming

So, so bad and deliciously

wicked

Unattainable it seems,

but he is  private, thoughtful

doesn’t take lightly

the one he chooses to adore

 

HE is

so beautiful

so rare, so loved

a masterpiece

a fallen angel

heart’s every desire

come to life

a man like no other

 

HE is

every music

every season

every touch

every reason

 

HE is 

subterranean depths

Love’s forbidden fruit

 

He is

holiness ~ purity

corruptions ~ seductions

darkness ~ decadence

sweetness  freedom  joy

passion  desire  pleasure

addictive delicious pain

 

HE is

meant to be

adored and treasured

He needs someone

who holds his magic

sacred

 

HE 

deserves a girl

that will truly see him

who will join him

in mutual

giving and receiving

of deepest desires and dreams

 

HE

needs to be held safe

within the arms

and

heart of the One

who brings joy

to his world

 

HE

needs a Love

he can trust completely

mind ~ body ~ soul

 

HE

needs to be mine

 

 

~

©justagirllost2 


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I am always only Me

I’m not poetry

I’m more disjointed

thoughts of heart

I’m Chaos of soul

A very, very bad memory

which often destroys

and saves my sanity

 

I rarely gossip

I’m rarely interested enough

I don’t get close to many people

unless I choose to be

and then I am loyal to a fault

I can be cold as ice and shut

even my closest loved ones out

(never never never my children, they are my heart)

until I’m ready to let them

back in, either because I’ve

calmed down or refound my

humility and reason

 

I am painfully shy

I am less vain and shallow

than I used to be

I love attention

I hate attention

I am poised ~ I am ladylike

I am clumsy and beyond awkward

I adore speaking to an audience

 

I love being with people

I hate being with people

 

I am passionate about Truth

I get rabid mad over injustice,

hypocrisy and dangerous

idiots smug and comfortable

in their ignorance

 

I love animals, but

humans come first

I love the planet, but

humans come first

 

I forgive easily

I’d rather love than hate

I judge no one’s heart

I believe everyone has a chance

at being forever loved by God

 

I often hide my irreverent

raunchy weird  super dorky

dirty wicked nasty

sense of humor

 

My deepest desires

and sexuality

I show in small,

very small

glimpses of

prose and poetry

 

I have a very

goofy  gullible

believe anything

naive child-like

simple  uninhibited

side that few see

It’s embarrassing

being truly ‘dumb’ sometimes

 

I know I’m not a genius

or a brilliant intellectual,

but I’m able to understand

the abstract and see beyond

to the Truth of the matter,

though I have no clue how to

explain it coherently

 

I hold sacred

and am deeply reverent

of my Catholic faith

My adoration and love

I rarely share

nor

my writings and experiences

of  my mystical side

It’s such a lonely feeling

when someone you love

can’t or won’t try to understand

and share those things

 

I can be the most selfish

narcissistic, whiny

bratty, foolish example of

every flaw making up

flawed humanity

I am a sinner, I know it

I do it anyway, yet

I’m trying so hard to

live, learn, and love

and be the person

I’m called to be

 

I’m a constant contradiction

of sensual and spiritual

I feel torn, yet not asunder

I’ve learned from my past

I’ve learned how to love myself

I’ve learned how to be alone

 

There has been no friend,

no lover, no significant other

no family member

who has seen every side of me

but

I am always, only me

and

perhaps one day

I’ll be brave enough

and loved enough

to allow someone

to truly ‘see’

all facets of me

 

Maybe…

~

 

©justagirllost2 

*photo mine

*repost, updated and added to (as much as my tired mind will allow tonight)

*PS:  and this is probably the most narcissistic piece of ego driven crap I’ve ever written.  I hope you can forgive me & thank you for reading me.  🙂


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It Hurts

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It hurts

to be invisible

It’s death

to not exist

~

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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I Dance Again

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His desire

has dusted away

derelictions of words

hidden in my heart

~

He has rebuilt

the dilapidated ruins

of my song

~

I dance again,

with him I roam

I dance again,

with him

I’m home
~

 

 

©justagirllost2 

*image from Pinterest

 


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Destiny

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The day they met

She already saw

His words & hers

had

danced before

Fulfilling poetic

prophecy

Two souls in tomes

of destiny

She knew his hands

and heart

In her unsorrows

of all tomorrows

Her flaws fit his

In sweet

imperfection

Love adored into art

by his direction

~

©justagirllost2 

*image from Pinterest