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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No More Naked Words of Me

 

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No more naked words of me

I’ll share with unfit company

No more pearls to swine
wallowing in

malicious pits
of rhyme

Greedily feeding upon frenemies
In snide remarks

they crassly snort
from gaping cavities

Cackling round cauldrons
Stirring up slander
in smiles & sabotage

Envy & insecurity forms friendships
Coven’s of commonalities

whose Joyous glee
derives from wHine & inflicting cruelty

Hating the me

that they create
from moldy thoughts
& evil hearts

Their misery needs company
to justify impiety

Lying eyes see only lies

Venomous bites
contort distort

truth as alibis
to fit inside
their

teeny tiny

twisted minds
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*reposting this piece because,

so often these temporary feelings of pain resurface,

unfortunate lows in the mostly highs that come

from exposing your thoughts & heart in permanent ink.

* I really like it! and it’s a bit Halloweeny…

@justagirllost2

*photo mine

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When You Read Me

 

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When you read me

I feel so beautiful

 

It’s this surreal thing

an intimacy

a happening

 

It’s pure desire

an eternal Spring

your mind reading mine

 

I rejoice in you

seeing me

 

You gift me part of you

a precious piece

I love to need

When you read me

~

©justagirllost2 

*photo mine

*a re-post, always relevant and always am I filled with joy, when you read me  🙂


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In some small way

 

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I would tell you how beautiful

and brilliant are your words

and how much I admire

every single line and curve

 

I would try to convey how

my soul soars as my eyes

devour each sentence,

 

I would, but I won’t

not today or any other day

because it seems

better

to you if my thoughts

shy and stay away

 

So, instead I shall whisper

them into the ears of the angels

and send them on their way

and I’ll pray that you

are made happy and feel

the joy you bring to my

each and every day,

in some small way

~

 

©justagirllost2

*image~ Flowers for a lover that went away. | Magdalena Lutek aka Nishe

 


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Her Heart Fits His

 

He found something of someone

in every pieced back together heart

Each lovely,

each sweet in their own way

Each one like a snowflake melting in rain

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Seasons and showers

poetry and hours

withering ~ wondering,

he wandered away

waiting

lost,

but then

She found her way

back to him

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In her was and is

every woman

~

Her heart fits his

She body~mind~soul

His every dream fulfilled

~

Their bond forged

before time began

He and she a soul connection

beyond the kin of mortal men

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Un explainable, un tameable

Un imagined, un forseen

impossible even for fools

to understand

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In her all that others

die trying

try lying to give

His

Past~Present~Future

In her he’s found what

he’s always missed

His perfect Muse

His granted wish

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In him she shines

For him she lives

and

she waits for the

day their souls collide

when the Fate’s decide

it’s time for them

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She waits to be truly

found by him

~

©justagirllost2 


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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

… and my feelings never wane 🍃

 

 

 


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Derangement

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Excess in
moderations
tempting fate
not death, but
flights of fancy
higher highest high
touching heaven
rips the veil
break on thru to
the other side
mystic oceans
flames of color
inhale new life
sex lust like candy
bliss wicked holy
drowning dancing
drenching laughter
ride the waves
race the moon
Angels sun stars
dance out
rejoicing
Love’s song of Your
eternal name
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@justagirllost

*a poem I wrote for #poeticsighs on Instagram


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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

~

 

©justagirllost2