Submissions by rubyredheart
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Burning
The fire and ice
of you & I
When our worlds
(and our bodies)
Collide
Still fuels the fantasies
Of my pleasure
Starbursts
blasting fireworks
Lightning strikes
Again and again
in orgasms repeated
echoing more loudly
Every time
Volcano in the tundra
as you in me
Fire & Ice
My fantasy
Always
of you & I
When our worlds
(and our bodies)
Collide
Still fuels the fantasies
Of my pleasure
Starbursts
blasting fireworks
Lightning strikes
Again and again
in orgasms repeated
echoing more loudly
Every time
Volcano in the tundra
as you in me
Fire & Ice
My fantasy
Always
#passion
150 reads
Retrospect
Our paths are just that—
simply paths.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not wise
or stupid.
Just paths
leading to our today.
Sometimes
pausing to turn around
to look back down
the trail we’ve climbed,
noticing the details
helps us better understand
The current view.
simply paths.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not wise
or stupid.
Just paths
leading to our today.
Sometimes
pausing to turn around
to look back down
the trail we’ve climbed,
noticing the details
helps us better understand
The current view.
#SelfReflection
78 reads
Grey Fire
I wore grey for you
Calm contrast
to the vibrant sunrise
Even neutrals
Burn alive
in the light
of your smile
Rising from the grey
I burn for you
Do you burn
for the colors
of me?
Calm contrast
to the vibrant sunrise
Even neutrals
Burn alive
in the light
of your smile
Rising from the grey
I burn for you
Do you burn
for the colors
of me?
#passion
74 reads
a melancholy thursday evening in september
life is yin and yang and the black always gives way to the white.
things are going to be okay but sometimes I miss parts that are gone and feel anxious about the unknown.
sometimes i wonder if the decisions i've made are wise or foolish and sometimes i know.
at times like this, i'd rather be alone by myself than alone in a crowd.
all humans make mistakes.
i wish we could talk. that wasn't a mistake. that i just miss.
sometimes the shorter vision doesn't show everything either. i'll trust years to sort everything out and make it all good.
nothing is...
things are going to be okay but sometimes I miss parts that are gone and feel anxious about the unknown.
sometimes i wonder if the decisions i've made are wise or foolish and sometimes i know.
at times like this, i'd rather be alone by myself than alone in a crowd.
all humans make mistakes.
i wish we could talk. that wasn't a mistake. that i just miss.
sometimes the shorter vision doesn't show everything either. i'll trust years to sort everything out and make it all good.
nothing is...
#StreamOfConsciousness
78 reads
Living in Color
Blue. What does the word mean to you? A color? A feeling? Maybe you think of water? Or sky? Is the word kind to you? Really it’s a very simple word. Not ugly. Not especially pretty. Certainly not long. I’m feeling blue today. The sky is blue today. I cried blue tears that flowed from my blue eyes today. I read a book by a blue river. Is this good? Is this bad? Or simply is this? It is all okay with me because right now I have time to think about it or just sit and soak it in and not think at all. I rather like just feeling and just being sometimes without all the bother and effort of Life....
#StreamOfConsciousness
77 reads
FLUID
When I met you
When I touched you
You were solid
Strong, firm, palpable
But when we parted
Did you turn to water?
Because you now flow
Through every crevice
Of my heart and soul
When I touched you
You were solid
Strong, firm, palpable
But when we parted
Did you turn to water?
Because you now flow
Through every crevice
Of my heart and soul
#love
#metaphor
84 reads
safe (from May ‘09, edited)
I loved you then
so intensely
now somewhere
buried 'neath the callouses
hides the present tense
cocooned
but when you touch this guarded heart
there remains
no safer feeling
should i feel sorry?
or glad?
…
(now, in 2025)
I am
sorry I slapped away the hand
that help me safe
I am
glad to once have felt
that truest touch of love
Might a future tense
Return me
Safely home?
so intensely
now somewhere
buried 'neath the callouses
hides the present tense
cocooned
but when you touch this guarded heart
there remains
no safer feeling
should i feel sorry?
or glad?
…
(now, in 2025)
I am
sorry I slapped away the hand
that help me safe
I am
glad to once have felt
that truest touch of love
Might a future tense
Return me
Safely home?
#dreams
#ILoveYou
#memories
114 reads
Folded Napkin in a Red Envelope
It’s cold here
The mountain is snowy
The leaves are dead and gone
In this little northwest city
The sun is low
As I wander streets
And pause
To remember
On the ground floor of the tower
Where we met
Such different times
Such different lives
Melancholy feeling
Revisiting thoughts of love
Passionate emotions of desire
It was summer then
The sun was high
The leaves were green
The air so warm
This city (and my heart)
were so Alive
Now, 4 years later,
From a place across the ocean
I...
The mountain is snowy
The leaves are dead and gone
In this little northwest city
The sun is low
As I wander streets
And pause
To remember
On the ground floor of the tower
Where we met
Such different times
Such different lives
Melancholy feeling
Revisiting thoughts of love
Passionate emotions of desire
It was summer then
The sun was high
The leaves were green
The air so warm
This city (and my heart)
were so Alive
Now, 4 years later,
From a place across the ocean
I...
#memories
93 reads
Sunday, July 13, 2008
memory
slip slide
once felt love
pain
then numb
with sometimes salty tears
missed
slip slide
once felt love
pain
then numb
with sometimes salty tears
missed
#memories
51 reads
missed (2008)
you. . .
afraid to say too much just now.
but
really missed you
wore red and black today
for my birthday celebration
and after all the friends and fun
still felt an emptiness
because you're
gone.
i still miss you
so so
very very
much.
afraid to say too much just now.
but
really missed you
wore red and black today
for my birthday celebration
and after all the friends and fun
still felt an emptiness
because you're
gone.
i still miss you
so so
very very
much.
#memories
46 reads
Monday, September 22, 2008 (edited)
night rhythm
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
it seems
there's another life somewhere
his name whispers in my mind
and sometimes on my lips
in those fleeting nighttime moments
between
neither sleeping, nor awake
it is a sterile, empty, lonely word
spoken by some recessed memory
and yet it haunts
nearly every
every night
where and when
was this repetitive, beating silence
etched?
that night…
#memories
40 reads
Sunday, October 05, 2008
at the club with friends
tonight
drinking
(looks so much like you)
…again
missing
and wondering:
am i
ever
missed?
tonight
drinking
(looks so much like you)
…again
missing
and wondering:
am i
ever
missed?
#memories
47 reads
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