So you want to know all my secrets?

They're burning inside of me, clawing their way out --

An ember that turns me to black lace and denim;

pearls against a pale canvas of inked skin;

wide-eyed, wicked, and dreaming in red.

I want to sing to you songs with my pen

that scream of rebellious yearnings nearly from birth;

star-lit trailer park nights scented with smoke and cigarettes.

These were the love offerings of my father --

a nearly intangible being at times, and thus

the dearest and quietest desire of my heart.

So I smoke his cigarettes and sip a bit of his spirit

as I watch an autumn sun flicker against rainbowed stars

falling from the friendly trees and into a laughing creek.

Sometimes my mind wanders

away into the past; it is familiar there

where my beloved ghosts were yet alive.

But it is here that I belong:

With a man who makes me feel like Bonnie and Clyde --

or Johnny and June.

Sunsets in wooded mountain-tops and dawn's enlightened glow --

This is my heaven, and I have already seen its glimmer.

The truth is, however, that I am my mother.

I will sing these ink songs -- these pieces of my soul,

but I will give you only pieces of the silent parts of me,

for revealing it all would remove all doubt; all mystery.

The true secrets are the images of these dreams

tucked away among the notebook papers in the back of my mind.

Like a first kiss, they can never reoccur;

like snowflakes the viewpoints are never the same.

These things can only be seen through my eyes--

And so I keep the sweetest secrets for myself.

penname   penname wrote
on 1/6/2009 7:55:36 PM

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I'm submersing myself in my current project. Feel free to message me or stop by just to say hello. There will be a few poems posted here and there I'm sure, as there are always a few of those bouncing back and forth between my ears. Mostly, however, I'll be working on my "project" and will only be by every now and then. Take care and see you all soon!

"To me the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."
-Truman Capote

"Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all." -Emily Dickinson

"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."
-Friedrich Nietzsche

"I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree." -Joyce Kilmer

"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy." -Anne Frank

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Rating: 10.0/10

Written Fall 2008
Published Date
10/21/2008 12:00:00 AM
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