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2006 - September

I can be such a dramatic little bitch!

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She thanks you kindly
For your dinner invitation.
Though you wonder why she said yes,
When she always says no.
Perhaps it was just a test,
To see if she can break free,
From the self created mess
That is her heart.

She begs your forgiveness,
For cutting it short.
She saw herself in you.
Like you, she has been waiting,
For another to answer her call.
You say you understand.
Because you feel the same way…

She tells you the world is full of chaos,
No rhyme or reason in what we do.
Love is the most unpredictable of all,
And there is just no sacred spark in her for you.
Even though she knows it could be the same for her
She must continue her chosen dance.

You said it makes no sense,
To go on the way she does
When loving arms wait for her,
If given half a chance.
Oh yes, through tears,
She sees herself in you.
And will never give up
Until she hears
What she gives now to you…

Her parting words:
“give up on me, I can never love you”

~f

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I wait with hope for love requite
Oh blessed sun and moon unite
Beaten heart I pray appease
My loving words incite

What can I do when heart decrees
That I must follow these follies
When fire and faith runs deep in me
For you, love’s flame ignites

Heart and brain do not align
This torchered soul is so entwined
With self endulgent fantasies
Love’s inner world alight

No choice is there but one for me
Alone my heart must dream of thee
In life there are no guarantees
In this, I am contrite

~Freya Moon

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Close your eyes as you feel
Let your soul
Tell you what is real
You walk in beauty that way

True reality
Goes deeper
~f

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19  Sep

Symbolic Foreplay

Symbolic foreplay
I like the concept
All it is..
It’s just a dance
I reach out
In loving friendship
We work well this way
No pros or cons to weigh

Dance with me…
On life’s path
As we play in our SANDBOX
Building castles
I sit beside you
Happy in your company
Is so easy to sense you
As her words sing to me alone
Dance with me…
On life’s path
Play with “Fate” a little
Smack her on the ass
*pinch*poke*
*poke*pinch*
Say what I’m thinking
Think what I’m saying
Dance with me…
On life’s path
I would pet you daily
All puppies need love
I would do anything for you
I respect everything that you do
Even choosing as you do
Not to love me too
Dance with me…
On life’s path
Let me be your canvas
I welcome the pain
Kama-sutra bunnies
Rutting in their pink prison
That’s not the same as love
It’s just a conversation piece
Dance with me…
On life’s path
I promise not to bite you
Unless you want to let me, see?
Words have no meaning
Unless you understand the context

 

What we do
Proves more
Than what we say
It’s just a love thing
Now drink it all up!
Be-dum
Be-dum
Be-dum-dum-dum

~Freya

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I love walking barefoot on wet grass
I love to wander aimlessly in my thoughts
I love the romance of sharing a straw
I love midnight walks along the river’s edge
I love to torch-er myself with hopeless thoughts
I love the unique and nutty

I love to swim in the sand with my toes
I love the feel of a baby Squirrel against my heart

I love the unattainable
I love to chase
I love to be caught
I love the trip
I love the destination
I love never knowing

I love going in circles
I love chasing shadows and dreams
I love accepting that I am *me*
I love accepting that you are *you*
I love the “peace in the struggle”

I love being a contradiction
I love being passionate about someone
I love being loyal above all else

I love worshipping your mind

I love the silence

I love to scream at the top of my lungs
I love my fear of heights
I love to take risks
I love to hold back

I love to wallow in misery
I love to share life’s joys
I love to feel untamed and free
I love to be unchained from reality
I love tangerine oceans and tropical snowfall
I love the impossible made possible

I love to be unhinged
I love having no Idea who I am
I love to express myself to the fullest
I love to risk making a fool out of myself
I love the fear of it all deep in my breast

I love to be terrified for no reason
I love to be drawn to what I fear

I love you

I love beating on a drum
I love tearing down my walls
I love building them up again

I love being a moth to your light

I love not understanding

I love to be lost
I love to be found

I love your eyes lit up by firelight

I love to feel my heart bleed…
it feels all the better when it heals

~Freya Moon

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Looking back through the years
Chasing dreams and shadows
All those pent up tears
All those wasted battles

Loving those who pursued me
A sure thing in a temporary world
To fill the emptiness of being alone
All that remains are the scars of my stupidity

 

I know my heart
It’s through with lying
Been torn apart
From all the trying
If I can’t have you
I would rather be alone

 

And when the tears fall from my eyes
It is frustration at my own heart
Not having the foresight to focus
On what was always lacking

 

Huge flames burn out quickly
Small flickers grow with time
Love should arrive softly
Like a whisper in the night

 

If I can’t have you
I would rather be alone

 

You make me feel safe, without even trying
I hold myself back,when I crave your affections
Yet my friends say I am more animated
When you are in my sight

 

I come alive when I am near you
Even while curbing the burning desire
Just to feel you, to reach out and… touch
Slow and gently, I want to conquer your heart.

 

If I can’t have you
I would rather be alone

 

Oh I wish I met you
In another time and place
When your heart was whole
And you were ready to love

 

If I was given that privilege
You would still be feeling it now
No more chasing dreams and shadows
I look at you and I see reality

 

I know my heart
It’s through with lying
Been torn apart
From all the trying
If I can’t have you
I would rather be alone

 

I want to occupy your time, if you let me
I want to heal your heart, if you can trust me
Never letting go of you, just might save me

 

If I can’t have you
I would rather be alone

 

So mote it be.

~Freya Moon

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