Pain

Pain

Why am I here?

Once my torrid lover,
I thought we were through.

We played with love
And I got burned.

But still I am here.

Woken and disturbed,
Like before:

Heart racing,
Fighting back the tears.

Why are you here?

The scars of our passion
Starting to throb.

The throat’s loss of air,
As if your fingers are still there.

Why are we here?

Just memories of ghosts,
As we are no longer anywhere.

I thought all was forgiven.
But I could not forget,

The cost of our love.
Our affair’s expenditure.

Yesterday’s painful investments,
Today… merely deposits in my creation.

An Introvert’s Tango

An Introvert’sTango

A danceof lovers and of foe
In theend only emotion knows
Face toface we are neither
Theembrace encircles our soul

Our tangois more of the Queer
Neitherone wants to lead…
Nor to follow,
Hence thedance of soul begins unclear

Our wordslead, our actions follow
Thecurrent slow like our undertones
The actionquick with uncertainty
This is…an introvert’s tango

One andthen another arrastre
Pushingor guiding, not sure who’s has the lead
Our soulsmove first
Theirfoundations follow as in poetry

Our heart’sgain awareness in our stance
our fears,wares and of tears bygone…
And howthey caused the soul to bend
The soul healsin the art of dance

The leadand follow
Isneither control or Queer
The pushand pull
Isneither forced or malo

Just an introvert’stango

The Fall

TheFall

The once vibrant with life
The once green, open full to catch the sun
The once high, holding up the sky

Now a golden bronze of slumbering death
The tips are curled as if burned

The windstirs the branches high
The once secured looses hold

A dance of spins and twirls begin
A quick spin slowed to a float
Lift andfall, rock right then left,

Until the fallen comes to rest
lie prone in death, among the rest

Once protector from the sun
Now a blanket for the ground

Even in your death you shelter life

If You Were My Daughter

*Disclaimer This poem is not a reflection of any of the Mothers that may read and follow this blog. Its creation was kindled by a friend’s poem and stories I have heard from two friends. Thank you!
If You Were My Daughter

I would have held you close to me
at every stage of your life…
if you were my daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love for you
instead of leaving you to impress me…
if you were my daughter

I would have made you laugh
instead of hushing you…
if you were my daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away
instead of causing them…
if you were my daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements
instead of ignoring your success…
if you were my daughter

I would have cried with you
instead of telling you, you deserved it…
if you were my daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…
instead of envying you
if you were my daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party
instead of blaming you for the divorce…
if you were my daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect in everyway
instead of filling your heart with doubt and worry…
if you were my daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you
instead of making you feel shame…
if you were my daughter

I would be your great defender
instead of your infector…
if you were my daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself
instead of not…
if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother
instead I am no one’s mother…
I am simply a daughter

Friends

Friends

They are the gifts we give ourselves.
It is because of them we take initiatives.

They are the light at adark and lonely tunnel’s end.
That is why we call them friend.

They pull us up when we are down.
It is because of this, we wish for them to never frown.

They push us forward when we are afraid.
That is why, for them, our love and trust braid.

They expect nothing less than our best.
It is because of this that we are blessed.

They offer us their selves and expect the same.
That is why, from them, we cannot refrain.

They have faith and, in us,believe.
This is why, to them, we cleave.

They are an endless smile for our incessant tears.
That is why we merit their cares.

They come and, yes, they may go.
It is because of their love, we grow.

They are our friends without an end.
That is why we all transcend.

Just Found Out

Hello Everyone;

I just found out from one of my sisters yesterday that my cousin Teddi has cancer. So I also want to dedicate the earlier poem to Teddi as well as Ailene and my father.
Life is so short as it is, to have cancer taking lives away from us at such an early age seems as though death is cheating life.
We love you Teddi. Stay as strong as you can for as long as you can and know that you are loved.
~Delaina

Ailene

Hello My Friends.

Life is a strange experience sometimes. It seems that when death comes close to us, our heart seems to be more aware of the value of life. Yet at the same time the impending sense of loss causes a lethargic feeling that seems to surround us. Or at least this is what it feels like to me.
Another friend is in the battle of her life against cancer. This rant is dedicated to her, while at the same time it is based in the loss of family and friends that has already been caused by cancer.

Is it Ever Enough?
Is it ever enough to want to hold on to our friends…
Is it ever enough to love…
Is it ever enough to lay claim to a human bond…
Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to know a life existed…
Is it ever enough to share a laugh…
Is it ever enough to share a hug…
Before they slip away?

Is it ever enough to feel…
Is it ever enough to see…
Is it ever enough to hear…
Before they slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…
are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…
are tears shed in your wake ever enough…
Before you rip them out of our world?

Is it ever enough to live no matter how long the life…
Is it ever enough to give all that there is to give…
Is it ever enough to share all that there is to share…
Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to try everything there is to try…
Is it ever enough to fight until there is no fight left…
Is it ever enough to abate the inevitable…
Before they want to slip away?

Is it ever enough to fight death…
Is it ever enough to strive for life…
Is it ever enough to want for peace…
Before they want to slip away?

Cancer, are the lives you claim ever enough…
are the souls you suck the life out of ever enough…
are tears shed in your wake ever enough…
Before you rip them out of our world?

Is life ever long enough?
When will enough be enough?
~

Ailene stay strong, stay focused, and stay as long as you can. We love you.
When your enough is enough know that you have touched and inspired many lives.
Love,
Delaina