Beautiful

my beautiful daughter "Baby Mouse"

The day she started smiling

for pictures is when I knew

that she had finally begun to see

herself the way I see her

Beautiful

Perfect

Deserving

She started loving

her curly hair

her curves

herself

She stopped avoiding mirrors

and started looking in them

Now she sees, not a collection of flaws,

but a bounty of treasures

I don’t know who showed her

the beauty of herself,

but I am forever grateful

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Love After Love

Planting Rosemary

She spent years trying to forget
Looking for a place to bury the feelings
she didn't believe she should have
She didn't understand
why the ghosts kept haunting her

She tried to fill the empty space
with slogans
with battles
with righteousness
She didn't understand
why it grew larger
with every effort

She wasn't entitled to tears
Her loss was her doing
She didn't understand
how she could miss something
she never wanted

She didn't understand
why she dreamed
of counting fingers and toes
and woke with her heart pounding
in her aching chest

She didn't understand
why she felt compelled to apologize
or to whom
when she felt no regret

She didn't understand
why certain dates made her sad
and why her sadness
made her angry

She didn't understand
why she felt she had to scream
with her ears covered
so she didn't hear her own screaming

She didn't understand
that black and white
don't always make grey
There are hues that words can't describe
and that most eyes
can't see

And if she didn't understand,
how could anyone else?


submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Fireblossom Friday, Loss
and for d'Verse Poets Pub, Listen To This: Anaphora

Want Art???

Isaac is a friend of my daughter and an amazing artist. Please consider helping him raise money by commissioning a piece. I'm thinking of what I'd like now!

Thanks,
lolamouse (Sheri)

i am a dfab trans man entering college next year and i need top surgery before i move in with my cis male roommates - so, within the next SEVEN WEEKS. that’s not a lot of time. right now my family can’t afford the surgery alone, much less afford the surgery AND tuition for both me and my sister.

long story short, i need money. at this point #surgery is not only to make me feel better in my body (which is reason enough, and you should never shame a trans* person who wants surgery to help with #dysphoria) - it is practically a necessity.

so i am now taking commissions at a price YOU NAME. i do still reserve the right to refuse commissions that make me uncomfortable.

message me here if you are interested in buying a commission. if you would like to donate even without buying a commission, i would REALLY REALLY REALLY appreciate it. my paypal is livengoodisaac@gmail.com

http://awastrelmescalined.tumblr.com/post/54019494091/i-am-a-dfab-trans-man-entering-college-next-year

DOMA Is Dead!

The Supreme Court gets it right!

Cereus

By Robert John Thornton (1768-1837) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

The taste of your lips

still lingers,

honey suckle sweet

I lick my own

to savor the memory

I smell the perfume in your hair

See you flush rose pink

under my fingertips

You are a cereus

blooming in the night

Your body opening,

petal by petal,

so soft

so delicate

You unfold

in darkness,

your truth witnessed

only by those who search

for beauty in the shadows

Come daylight

you close upon yourself

protecting the flower tucked tight 

within the bud.

submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 9, Free Share

Where There's Smoke

Stanley Kubrick for Look Magazine, 1949

Sweater tight in all the right places

Cherry red pout

She knew she was hot

Caught his attention

and drifted across the room

like a cloud of perfumed smoke

His smoldering eyes

betrayed his desire

She lit his fire

then roasted his heart over it,

licking her lips all the while.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Jim Morrison 

and The Mag, Mag 174

See Ya Later, Folks!

Dear Mother

source

I know this was not in your plan

and I know that it's not what you hoped

but I met the most interesting man

and I must tell you that we've eloped!

I never had met him before

I saw him; my heart skipped a beat

Felt passion clear down to my core

He swept me right off of my feet!

He spoke to me nary a sound

but his feelings were easy to see

With a courtyard of people around

I knew he had his eye on me!

In dress he leans toward the eccentric

His hair often in disarray

but his nails are quite sharply authentic

for opening letters and prey.

He may come off as slightly gruff

and lacking in manners and tact

but to me, he's a prince in the rough

The beauty contained in the act.

So mother, please do say a prayer

for your daughter who's now a new wife

I've left for his underground lair

to begin my fantastical life!

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard, Film School Drop Out Edition

inspired by the movie clip from Holy Motors

Status: Deluge

source

You want to know my secrets,

to spill the words over you

like shimmering water to quench flowers in the park

But some secrets should stay secret

Some waters should remain still

for when they begin to trickle,

they may just spew on the page

and splash up in your face

Raging jets of hurt

that will not be curbed

Once the storm has begun,

you can't stop the thunder

So step carefully

in this yard

or you may find yourself 

knee deep in water.

submitted for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 112

Nocturna

source

As daylight turns to dusk and night descends

I focus on a bright and distant star

and think about the people I've called friends

From underneath a pale and yellow moon

I wonder how we've scattered out so far,

how some of them have left me far too soon

But in my dreams, their faces I still see

and pondering their fates and where they are,

I wonder if they ever dream of me.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Nocturna

The Nonsense of Love

first page of my "black out" poem

Moving quickly,

promising sloppy getaways

Weekend intensity

Morning heavy

The threat somewhere inside, within

The risk

More time to linger

Damage done

I don’t know

I didn’t know the cost

Falling and breaking

The most vulnerable parts

wore away,

washed out

Ruin

Washed out love

submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 7, Nonsense/Madness 

This is my attempt at Dada poetry, taking random words and making a poem. I used a news article about recent storms and used the "black out" technique to leave only the words I wanted for the poem. 

Til Death

source

She lies beneath the dirt and stone

Her earthly body turns to bone

Upon her death she wears a ring

Her lover’s token on her finger, hers alone

That night after the midnight tone

Arrives a man, to her unknown

He hides under the night’s dark wing

And tries to steal  that precious thing, to be his own

Upon her finger it seems sewn

Will not slip off, he does bemoan

To take the purloined gold he brings

A knife to her cold, lifeless finger—then a groan

She rises from her sacred zone

With livid eyes, her hair windblown

Alive again, she tries to cling

Refusing to let go that ring; the man falls prone

In her white gown, a figure lone

She wanders back home to atone

To ease the loss and heal the sting

Of her beloved, now aching for she who’s gone. 

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Music with Marian, Hardcore Americana
inspired by Tim Erikson's "Leave Your Light On"  and the legend of Magorie McCall