New Wine Into Old Wineskins

You're stomping on the grapes of my heart.

Growing Up

If my calculations are correct, I was 14 when I started this blog. That makes me 21 today, for you mathletes out there. That makes me feel a little bit better about some of the laughable things that I've skimmed from my past. I wish I had written more? But at the same time, it's probably better to leave things as they are. Maybe I should have written less! I've deleted legions of my written material off the internet and my computer before. It's all too embarrassing, too incriminating, too darn silly. But something draws me back here. Maybe I just want to see my 10 year anniversary with this little hole of cyberspace - my little hole of cyberspace. And how can I forget? I love writing. Do you hear that, Chelsea?
I LOVE WRITING!
YOU LOVE WRITING.
Don't forget.


I've busted out my Essay Writing Chair, the one I steal from my sister when I absolutely must get to business. It's that time, folks. I absolutely must get to business.

Oi Lienda
Bella che fa?
Bonita, bonita que tal?
But belle
Je ne comprends
pas français
So you'll have to
speak to me
Some other way

Hidden Treasure

A 'found' poem using cut up pieces of The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo.

Aftermath

There is snow upon the trees
Bloody branches in the night
And fallen warriors on their knees

Death spread through them like disease
Comrades met with sudden plight
There is snow upon the trees

With rasping breath their lives did cease
Nothing here but waning light
And fallen warriors on their knees

Returning home filled with unease
Remembering that awful sight
There is snow upon the trees

You hear their voices in the breeze
You see their faces filled with fright
And fallen warriors on their knees

Memories of their desperate pleas
There will be no sleep tonight
There is snow upon the trees
And fallen warriors on their knees

Sonnet

Come flower maid, reside under my shade
You need a quiet place to meet your lad
A hunger for his lips that will not fade
To be your place of meeting, I am glad

Under my canopy you can act coy
The lad is charming, true, make no mistake
I’ll never breathe a word about this boy
Glowing with the secrets you soon shall make

Your fingers around his now tightly curl
The sultry air stirs more than leaves and dew
Budding passions now threaten to unfurl
The thirst that parts your lips is fresh and new

Twist my branches ‘round your pretty waist
And bend into the river for a taste

the difference between me and you

new york
i see filth
fragility
waste and
wickedness
i like the subways though

new york
you see riches
glittering in the city lights
youth
glimmering in the night
alluring saffron scented opportunities

san diego
i see salty skin and sandy hair
a tangle of bodies and boards
sparkling in the ocean
suntanned skin and matted hair
a tangle of live wires
sparking in the sun

san diego
you see today’s weather forecast
as a cloud mass of predictability
scattered showers
with a slight chance of suffocation

this is a stalemate with no way out, mate
well, maybe one way out --

australia
the promised land?

australia
the promised land?

memories

buried under the ashes
charred
unable to get up
they are begging me to stay

i want to stay among the coals
they whisper to me
they tickle the ears

i want to sleep upon the cinders
this is where my life is

one smoky asp murmurs in my ear
come to me
i will refresh you
i will eat you alive

i raise a fragile limb through the ashes
i am no phoenix

a strong hand grabs me
i gasp for breath
my bones glow
the ashes stir

pulled from the wreckage
a warm wind blows
i can see stars

the ashes stir
a strong hand rests on my shoulder

it’s time to go

i grasp a handful of ashes
i let them go
a strong hand takes mine

there will be new memories
i can see stars

kiss

my breath hastens when you kiss me
my eyes shut when you kiss me
and i shut them tight
my hands shake when you kiss me
my lips tingle when you kiss me

my skin crawls when you kiss me
because there is suspicion
crawling all over me

cat

you eat the same thing every day
and you comfort me
(the same thing every day)

it's because i feed you
you do it, don't you

it's because you comfort me
i do it, right

maybe i do it because
you sit on my lap
when i have no lap to sit upon

or perhaps it is because
you are warm
and i can be

a cold woman

Revival!

I've got to be honest. Even though I've taken a...four year hiatus, I am more than a little thrilled to find this little beast floating around on the internet. Oh, how I've neglected you. I'm still smitten. Just...with different things.