http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/lyrical release from the daily grind; not necessarily just "poetry." usually just a 10 minutes pow wow of non-stop writing to get "stuff" out ... I only go back to edit some of the luckier writings. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/293364with deep, powerful sighs came ancient Father's hands peeling back gray-covered-orange skies dropping heavy sinking blankets as second judgement skins. His eyes watched hardened concrete melted to watery snow watched as bright proud lights dimmed loudly stunned to dampened darkness... yet, where...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/291019Here we are again, shadowed by your shadow's smile, ridiculous to believe you loved me once, to find your happiness in another's, offering too slow to make you wait, here we are again. Don't move forward, don't laugh at my disbelief at your lies, keep rewinding back to the day, when you told me...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/290953she said, she was willing to play. she was tired of the late night wakings and tossings, when her half-closed eyes flickered false with his arrivings. it was disappointing, and she was disappointed with his never-comings -- and the blackness she hated began returning that very day. she hates his...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/289831I am silenced, hands spread gently cross broken cheeks, red-painted lips split quietly distorted, of mind, of soul, this is me. I am silenced, white wrappings cover blinking eyes, staring mirrors reflect loudly blind, smiling back, this is not me. I am silenced, soundless words trapped in missing...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/289453touching softly springs to heart catching beats and her breath rises like morning air. showers rise winding stairs descending downwards low beneath long-stranded hairs, and he wishes for nights like these. where planes dip low beneath swinging moon, where songs drift like wooden rafts on rivers...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/288386I'll watch over you tonight, pull the covers when you are cold, brush your hair back, and hold you close like you are a child again. I know it's been awhile, I know you've been tired, know the days seem endless and the nights too long. But tonight I'll stay by your side, keep you safe and keep...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/288331a bit schizophrenic lately. watched the frantic maniacal pictures changing too many times in a day, and all that silence he promised suddenly burst into a frenzied outpouring of writing in the past two days. but who is she to say these things about him? wasn't she the one who's been going on and...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/287222Please let me stay, Within this surpressed frame – red-ribboned, self-delivered, unwrapped by unstrung hands (yours?) -- the only reference for a fading me. Please let me stay, The ashtray remnants of yester-nights, Settles lonely-cold, on silent pillows, And my thoughts snakes-rewinds, On an...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/286752Lord, it's been a long time coming now, though yes, i understand and even realize, that this here (what i see, feel, touch, and taste) ain't nothing new to all them she-who-dreams beauty queens. But nevertheless (and not for-the-more) i must readily admit to taking it whole, society's...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/CaeliaPoetess/286751night replays memory stretched white stretched deep breathing life to crimson covered words. swim silently, embryonic dolphin, be mind-full secret (shhh....) in your watery Garden of Eden. don't grow cold, don't grow old creviced souls alone clutching knuckles colored bleak, scratch scrape...