"Unspoken Desire"

Voices growl with desire,

speaking wild words into my heart,

throbbing deep into my soul.

My body cries out

for your whisper of a touch

and your hot breath on my skin;

it screams in rapture.

But these words are left unsaid,

moaning and wailing inside

wanting to be heard and felt.

"Rainstorm"

Listen to the rain

falling down

onto the pavement.

Thunder claps echo

in the night,

vibrations moving.

The wind blows the leaves,

rustling,

stirring in the sound.

Lightening strikes ground,

fire bursting

in flames all around.

Rain slows down its pace,

softening

to pitter-patter.

Dark clouds break away,

sun shines through

drying up the rain.

Ever sit in a chair so uncomfortable you couldn't wait to stand up again?  Yeah, we've all been there.  We encounter them in movie theatres, restaurants, schools and on buses.  My own big ol' behind has seen a number of them too...

Movie theatres have become renowned for uncomfortable seats.  There's a theatre in Ottawa (which I won't name for protection purposes) that has seats with rigid armrests that are about 17 inches apart!  Now that might be fine for children and bony butt people, but for those like me who have a real fanny, that's just way too tight!  Throughout the whole movie I had to sit on an angle so the armrest wouldn't dig into my thigh.  But I'm just getting started.

Chairs at restaurants are another thing.  You'd think at a place where they want their customers to be comfortable they'd have nice chairs; but that's not always the case.  One of these culprits is the restaurant at Ikea.  Ikea!  The place where they sell furniture?!  Anyways, the chairs in their restaurant are quite uncomfortable.  Once again, the armrests are too close together and their chair stools have such a small seat, I'd swear it was giving me a wedgie.

Now, the chairs at school aren't too bad for comfort, but it's my safety I'm worried about.  In my classroom, we have wheelie chairs and there are a couple of them that have a missing wheel!  That's dangerous!  If I decide to lean back in my chair I could tip over!  Now, that'd be uncomfortable.

Finally, some of the worst seats in all existence are on buses.  Especially on the old ones that have some sort of plastic upholstery covering the seats.  Try holding on one of those when the bus takes a sharp corner!  You could knock your seatmate into the aisle.  And sometimes the seats are placed so close one in front of the other that your knees are up against your stomach.  And then there are the seats that are so high up that your legs dangle uncomfortably for the whole ride.

The best seat is a recliner.  Or a soft couch that you can just sink into.  Our derrieres have taken a lot of abuse over the years and it's time we take a stand!  Or a sit down.  On a comfy chair.

(Written April 3, 2006)

"The Elements"

Tornado spins wild,

wind rushes through sky and land,

dirt flies through the air.

 

Waves crash on the shore,

cool water gently lapping

on the hot beach sand.

 

Willow tree dances

in the wind, swaying back, forth,

graceful branches dance.

 

Bright flames flicker fast,

burning candle, melting wax,

heat of fire climax.

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"Twin Flame"

Dancing flame

burns in my heart,

moving just the same as yours.

In Eternity, it dances

alone, waiting for you.

It dances in my life

and has danced in a life before.

As it will continue to dance

in my second life,

if it doesn't meet you now.

Twin flame, where are you dancing now?

I long to dance with you forever,

come and dance with me

in Eternity.

"The Escape"

By Meagan Dieroff

Kidnapped and tortured,

I lie on the cold, damp floor,

shivering,

in my small cell.

I know he'll come again tonight

to whisper those words of hatred in my ear

and strip me of any feeling I have left.

I slowly lift my head

to gaze out the window

to see the moon shining down,

so high and free in the night sky.

I want to be free like the moon,

free from the pain

I feel every day.

The sun rises

on my bloody, beaten body,

heating the scars,

both old and new.

I wake in a pool

of my own blood

with a new solid, resolution

in my mind.

No more

will I take this torment.

No more

will I let him abuse me.

No more

will I be a prisoner

to my own weakness.

I plot and plan

my escape.

How and when will I do it?

Am I strong enough

to break through the bars

on the window?

Or am I cunning enough

to break out

when he comes for me tonight?

As twilight comes

and the sky begins to darken,

I feel more confident and powerful

that I can escape tonight.

Footsteps echo in the hall

outside my door

and a shadow stops in front

with keys jangling.

The key scrapes through the lock

and the bolt slides back,

the door creaking as it opens slowly.

His silhouette blocks the light

and he looms over me

with a rope and knife in hand.

I feign weakness and helplessness

as he bends over to hurt me,

until I know I have the advantage

to overcome him.

There's a struggle

as we both tumble to the ground,

the knife clattering when he drops it.

I kick it away and grab the rope,

tightening it around his neck

as he fights to breathe.

Soon he is still

and I have won,

so I leap up and break into a run.

I am running through the halls

and down the stairs

when I hear his angry curses

behind me, his feet thundering.

I race out the front door

and into the night,

my bare feet sliding on the wet ground.

I dash into the trees

as he barrels through the door,

grabbing his rifle leaning on the porch.

There's a moment of panic,

knowing I could get shot,

but it keeps me moving,

keeps me running faster

into the night.

Shots ring out and bullets whiz by,

a flash of hot pain on my arm

makes me fumble

but I regain my balance

and keep running.

I see freedom ahead,

the moonlight guiding me,

to a road where I can hear cars driving by.

I burst out of the trees

and onto the road,

tires squealing and horn honking,

but not enough warning

of the car headed towards me.

I lay on the road,

tortured and beaten,

but knowing I've gained my freedom.

I gaze at the moon one last time,

before I fall into endless sleep,

void of pain and misery.