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In these pages you will find my original works of poetry.

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Suicide

I fell in love with Life today. I looked into its eyes. There I saw gifts: Flowers Birds Grass Water Air Beauty I filled myself with Life today. And we loved and loved. I celebrated Life today. And we danced and danced. Spinning and spinning. I must have danced too much For I lost touch with Life's love. I mingled with temptation. Drank from others' sins. I dove into a pool of ecstasy. I knew it was forbidden, but I didn't care. I lavished in the bad of it all. My eyes couldn

Impassioned

Sweet scratches across my back paint a picture of passionate desperate bodies desperately trying to become one. Sighs of relief. Gasps of pleasure. Retrieving what is primal. Forgetting decorum. Only knowing love. Only being loved.

A Mother's Day Poem: To My Boys

Please don't forget the feeling in your belly when you spin. Don't lose the joyful freedom to dance around and sing. Don't forget how it feels to swing so high you fly. Or how strong and brave you are to give something new a try. Don't forget how to lose control when you laugh 'til you can't breathe. Or how very small you feel when you climb a giant tree. Because time will move swiftly, though I plead for it to slow. And the world may become smaller, the larger that you grow.

Reflections

Is it true? What I see there. Is that reality? The lines The colors The curves The mirror shows the truth. Or does it? Maybe somewhere deeper. The lake. Now I shimmer. Nearly sparkle. If I lean in Can I see myself better? If I fall in Will I understand The person staring back at me? Perhaps I'll come to accept her. As I struggle beneath the weight of the waves It will all be stripped away. The lines Colors Curves Thoughts and self doubts Fears Gone. All gone. Then it will be

Running

I wrote this poem many many years ago, during a difficult time in my life. I want to post it because I still find it beautiful. It's been a while since I've felt this way. The driving urge to run away. But still I stay. Am I a coward for staying here? For acting brave and hiding my fear? I swallow my pride and fight away tears. But I can't block the voices I hear. They twist and tear me this way and that. They tell me to leave, but they hold me back. I just need to know whic

Photo: In a sea of blue

Reaching Tomorrow

A dark blue sky, scattered white clouds. A thousand different smells, a thousand different sounds. Curious fingertips wandering along the wall. Each step unknown, I'm weary that I might fall. Unidentified surroundings, nervous blue eyes. Lillies and Petunias wilt among your lies. Dodging your insults, I grasp for the rail. I miss and tumble. Fear. Now I've lost the trail. Foggy windows line this overgrown path. Horror, Anguish, insanity, wrath. Different colors, different sce

Exposure

Revealing myself So scary Bars are down And I'm fairly Certain what's beyond Will be my end. The world can see Now My vulnerabilities. My flaws. There are many. How I'm almost Always anxious And nervous For interactions. How I think I must Look pretty to impress Those around me. How afraid I am of living But I'm too filled With life to stop. I hope I'm not the only one. One moment I feel like a child. Lost and unsure. Next I see clearly. And I'm able to endure Anything. I'm n

Puerto Rico

A couple of pictures of the island where I was born. My birth place. In more ways than one.

Her or Me

Inside of me dwells a demon It pushes me into danger Impartial of consequences But I know the possibilities So I push it back. Claws leave bloody tracks where it clings to me I smile at its suggestions But I can't give in I can't act So I keep fighting the demon It will never leave me It is a part of me. A repressed, frustrated, relentless, woman Who wants to play rough Wants to press boundaries Wants to feel passion. Now I know I love the demon. The inner me. At times I wish

Books and Poetry by Michelle O.