Archive for ‘Christine.R.’

April 24, 2017

Operator, I’d Like to Place a Call

by braveandrecklessblog

for Max, whose continued absence is an ache in my soul


the missing of you

is starting to feel like a small animal

gnawing at my heart

at my stomach

my world isn’t quite right

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April 22, 2017

Origami

by braveandrecklessblog

I cannot

Be broken

Twice

But life is

Doing its damn best

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April 21, 2017

Battle Cry (revisited)

by braveandrecklessblog

some days i worry

whether my humble friendship

my love for you

my faith in you

is strong enough

fierce enough

to fill you with light

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April 20, 2017

Contemplating the Size and Nature of the Human Heart

by braveandrecklessblog

Is my heart

the size of a grape

that you pop absently into your mouth

a brief burst of sweetness

before realizing that you are still ravenous?

Is my heart

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April 19, 2017

Brilliant Madness (revisited)

by braveandrecklessblog

I live in a state

Of brilliant madness

I teeter on the apex

Of a jagged mountain

Balanced atop a skateboard

Precarious

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April 18, 2017

I Say That I Lost You

by braveandrecklessblog

I say that I lost you

as though you were an umbrella

that I carelessly left on the bus

after the summer rain had stopped

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April 18, 2017

Love’s Labors Lost (revisited)

by braveandrecklessblog

she had moved many times in her life

not unexpectedly

some belongings became lost

were left behind

inadvertantly

or on purpose

when they caused her pain

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April 17, 2017

Skin

by braveandrecklessblog

It is rumored that there are 50 words

In the Eskimo language for snow

I ponder

Why are there not 50 words in the

English language

That I could draw upon

To describe that moment

When your bare skin

Touches my bare skin?

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April 16, 2017

Metamorphosis

by braveandrecklessblog

I have led many interesting lifetimes

Different cities

Different jobs

Different lovers

Different friends

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April 14, 2017

Broken Angel

by braveandrecklessblog

His broken halo

Still gleamed dull gold

His haunted eyes

Kaleidoscope of

All that he had seen

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April 13, 2017

Falling

by braveandrecklessblog

I stand before you

More naked

More stripped

Down

Than I have

Ever been

Vulnerable

Unsteady

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April 12, 2017

Where My Ghosts Come Out to Play

by braveandrecklessblog

The room is tastefully decorated

Respectful distance is kept between her desk near the door and the comfortable chair that I decided the first time we met will be mine

Arms folded tightly across my chest,

hands in unconscious fists

Small table next to me holds kush balls and engraved stones with reassuring words like hope and peace and a box of tissues that I do not like to need

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April 11, 2017

Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

by braveandrecklessblog

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

I travel today

by uncharted night

do I go

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April 11, 2017

My Truth

by braveandrecklessblog

My words

My blood

My bones

My tears

My pain

My joy

My heart

My soul

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April 10, 2017

Our Undertow

by braveandrecklessblog

Written in collaboration with S Francis at SailorPoet after they uncovered and shared a couple of fragments found in journals.  – Gecko and Mouse


In the sleepless nights since you left

I have become a ghost

Haunting lonely shores.

My restless legs cover miles

Before giving out.

I am raw, ragged

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April 10, 2017

What Little Girls Are Made Of

by braveandrecklessblog

She had always been puzzled

By the idea that little girls

Were made of sugar

And spice

And everything nice

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April 9, 2017

The Calculation of Light Years

by braveandrecklessblog

The distance between us

is not easily calculated using miles or kilometers

or fathoms or light years

this distance

is a living, breathing, mutable thing

shifting between us

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April 8, 2017

I Am

by braveandrecklessblog

I am

fragments of poetry

wisps of dreams

drifting musical notes

memories captured in amber

metal dragons

origami cranes

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April 8, 2017

I Cry in Hearts

by braveandrecklessblog

i cry in hearts

they fall into

my open palms

slipping gently between

my cupped fingers

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April 7, 2017

Queen of Nothing

by braveandrecklessblog

i sat in cherry

upon the hand carved

throne of  ivory bone

in the empty room

of chiseled stone

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April 6, 2017

Little Words

by braveandrecklessblog

Little words

Can tumble

Out of

Mouths

Into ears

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April 5, 2017

The Truth About Words

by braveandrecklessblog

The dilemma of finally finding her voice

Was that it was not enough

Simply to speak

 

This voice

Which had lain dormant

Inside of her for so long

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April 4, 2017

My Dear Companion

by braveandrecklessblog

We have only recently met

But there is a sense of inexplicable

Connection

An easiness of souls

Like greeting an old, dear friend

Whom I share a deep

History with

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April 4, 2017

second star to the right, straight on til morning

by braveandrecklessblog

he found her

under the porch

where wounded animals

hide to

lick their wounds

alone

heartbeats racing

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April 3, 2017

I Am the Sorrow

by braveandrecklessblog

Some days I do not just feel sorrow

Some days I am the sorrow

I am the grey sky

That threatens spitting snow

I am the heaviness in your limbs

Your shuffling gait

Reluctant to get

Where you are expected

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April 2, 2017

On Becoming A Writer

by braveandrecklessblog

Originally published by the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Sometimes, adopting the names ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Led her to encounters with the most amazing minds
Connecting her with a larger community

At other times she thought that ‘writer’ and ‘poet’
Were the loneliest names she had ever called herself
Waking up every morning
To unzip her chest, her gut
And bare her truths to the world
Because like others of her kind
She was complex, messy, containing
Multiple truths, not a singular one

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April 2, 2017

Encroaching Darkness

by braveandrecklessblog

darkness

is washing

over me

like

spilled

black ink

viscous

puddles

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April 1, 2017

Poet’s Love Song

by braveandrecklessblog

I see you

Yes, you poet

You who lives

Behind the misty veil

Dwelling in the border

Between this world

And a hundred other

Shadow worlds

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