Poetry of a Conlanger

Friday, April 20, 2007


I am speechless
At you and your mad, hopeless love for me.

Every word you say is thrilling,
each kiss only makes me fall harder.

I marvel
at your enigmatic perfection--
to tender, so strong;
so shy, so confident;
so sweet, so hard.

And you are perfect--
I will never get enough of you.
Do I say these words lightly?
I think not.

It is you I love, dearest,
It is you I crown king-thief
of my heart.


Monday, April 09, 2007


Don’t play innocent, love of mine—
You must have done something.
I am possessed by the thought of you,
Obsessed with seeing you again—
I can’t bear this separation!

Pace, pace, back and forth—
Number the days, the hours—
Only a thousand minutes until I can kiss my beloved again!
A thousand?!
That’s one thousand one too many!

My eyes yearn for the sight of him,
My hands, to hold his,
My lips…ohh, would that Time could pass away
Like dew and morning fog;
Pound away like rain until the hour
He holds me once more.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Change (11/6/06)

“Everything has changed
A thousand times over.”
The butterflies flutter—
Red and gold and cream—
In panic, or excitement?

Now pure brilliance, delicious joy—
Again muted fear, copper anxiety.

Relief should fall on me
In cool flakes.
But instead, confusion reigns
In a gray-blue cloak.

Who or wherefore?
Luck or love?
Red or black,
White or blue?

I am part question,
And You are part answer.

(quote from The Ice Queen by Alice Hoffman)

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Orchard (11/20/06)

The sun rises, putting warmth into my blood.
Now I shiver with hope and anticipation—
But no guarantees yet!

Spend a dollar of time
To get into his majesty’s orchard.
His Majesty,
—one who truly deserves the title—
The stranger I’d hoped to meet.
I can see how much better the trees are, the apples,
How completely happy I would be
To be here all the time.

If I took just one,
Would it be missed?
Just one taste, one mouthful
Of bliss, rich and overwhelming?

I would be addicted, I know—
And I snatch my hand back.

Oh, perfection, perfection,
You’re not for me.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

Lust (11/12/06)

Quickly, quickly,
I hunt for the right actions,
Stumbling over the threshold
Of morality.

No monologues for me, you—
Just short syllables
In the darkness.

Pres up against you,
I feel twisted, dirty,
But oh, oh,
I want this.

My eyes closed,
I still know what I’m doing.
Red cloth, black cloth, pale skin—
Mouths moving, cupping, darting.
Cold wall, rough brick,
Hands in all the right places, feet braced.

Dark stars flashing behind my eyes—
Ah, sweet release,
It is you I’ve wanted all along—
He is just a vessel.

(one of my creepier poems...)

Freewrite (11/9/06)

The pain?
It’s ashes now,
Replaced by
Newfound confidence
And quirky come-hither looks.

Well, I try.

Sometimes I wonder
That if I believe enough,
It would be true.

Not Very Likely.

Bell to bell to bell,
I can’t stop thinking about you.
Shut up, I tell myself,
But it’s a truly useless exercise.

I mean,
I used to believe in
But now I’m not so sure.

I’d rather be multicolored
Than two-toned, anyways.

Just shrug and smile, folks,
Shrug and smile.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Prism (9/12/06)

Throw my head back and laugh
Until tears come to my eyes.

I’m not a fish, belly-up in the river of Life.
I am
A prism, standing on the bank.
Crossing is being alive.
Care to bridge it with me?

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Sunflower (9/1/06)

When you said you were taking the sun away,
I weaned myself off of it,
So where does that leave me?

I’m still a sunflower,
Opening up in your glow.
When you’ve drunk all the tea of love,
The dregs of emotion still remain.

I’ll expose my soul to the elements,
I’ll scour my heart with sand,
But your essence is still part of me.

My first,
How can I ever forget you?