When you sleep

Please dream of me

And all the things

That we could be.

For when you wake

I will be here

With heart in hand

For you my dear.

All of our connections

The people we stumble across

The lives we touch

The lives that touch us

We stumble day by day trying to be someone

Something

But inside we feel nothing

Nothingness

Being empty consumes us

Trying to fill the void

Going from person to person

Having them fill us

Trying to become more

So our lives aren't meanless

We want to be loved

We to be remembered

To matter

In the end does it really matter

We our all just dust in the wind

Nails gently dragging

Lifting upwards

Spine sagging

Tingling,

Electrically shivering

Neck hair prickling

Sinking, submitting.

Giving attention to genuine dismay

How should I feel?

Skeptical of the unexplained

If it scares you, it's real

Listening to authentic fright

Careful for what is concealed

Reluctant to profess the hidden

If it scares you, it's real

Revealing a true horror

I'll not be afraid and squeal

Willing to enter the obscure

If it scares you, it's real

Needing to verify this possible terror

Causing my mind to experience this ordeal

Tentative to learn the secret

If it scares you, it's real

Fear does exist

My demons with scars will never heal

Needing to decide and act

If it scares you, it's real

I found it enough 

to wake up and talk to you

my smiles grew on me

And so I feel sane

like happiness was at hand

at last I found love

Don't substitute silence for ignorance 

Only one teacher can make you better 

Observing silence will make what you read be remembered 

The ebb and flow of rhythmic raindrops call

Convincing me to lay and read a book

And as the pitter patter starts to fall

Beyond my windowpane, I take a look

A rush of calm envelopes me within 

The words begin to stir amid a thought

As lovers hold their passion's bridled sin

Into the net's seduction, they are caught 

Resounding echoes from the beating drum

The dwarves of yore, a clink and clank of stone

And as their baritones and basses hum

No miners are they now; just flesh and bone 

The rainfall tapers off, I, in my keep

Embrace the parting clouds and drift to sleep 

My time, my place

my feet, my face.

My body that I own

Today

My body, not yours

I say.

You cannot tell me what

to do.

You cannot tell me who

to do.

I own this skin, this flesh

I'm in.

I own this sexy dress, I'm in

It's not an open invitation

Something for your forced gyration.

These lips of mine must welcome you,

before my legs will let you through.

I'm not a doll you can enjoy,

So be a man and not a boy.

Do not presume to know my mind.

Ask for consent, before you grind.

#poetry #consent

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Some of my ghosts are still

travelling the rooms

of my body

writing over the bones

maybe curses

maybe prayers

maybe questions

like will you accept

that you are beautiful

without destroying us?

Welcome, my stars

and the growing night.

Farewell, my sun-

thank you for the blessings,

for the warmth

given freely from your light.

Till next year, long days

with radiance in the air.

Hello, extending nights

marked with a sense of completion,

a welcomed chill

bringing neutral, cyclic tones

for all to wear.