existing

merely existing

is not the same as living

it’s waiting to die

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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Moonlight Lovers

Image result for moonlight beach

I love the beach but alas, the sun does not love me so going during the day is not a great idea.  However much to my delight, the beach at night is a completely different experience.  The crowds are gone, the sand is cool, as is the ocean’s breeze.  The tranquility and calm washes over you.

water lapping feet

as we walk along the sand

moonlight softly glows

 

~Melanie Thomason

5/23/2018

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Do you know who I am?

I‘m tongue-tied and vague

a red-headed harpy let loose by the sun

I’m the price of a stiff drink

in a one horse town

I’m a dusty floored attic

and you are leaving footprints as you go

I’m a wild summer night

driving too fast and screaming

obscenities out the windows

I’m the grey-green glow from the instrument panel

I’m the nubby-brown tack

of nicotine stained curtains

in a secondhand room

I’m incense in a closed space

I’m falling asleep in front of the TV

on a school night

I’m decadence made plain

I’m a whey-faced creature

coughed up by the earth

I’m butter-yellow sunshine

and I live in your eyes

I’m 10 feet tall and raggedy red

I’m desperately trying to make you see

I’m the sticky peeling pain

of sweat on vinyl

I’m the summer dusk from childhood

I’m wishing on stars and dandelion puffs

I’m fairy dust and magic wands

I’m the moon on an October night

I’m the orange-grey haze

falling on wet pavement

in February

I’m rain on leaves

on dead tree rings

I’m…

I’m…

Do you know who I am yet?

I’m a blue-eyed

dime store queen

I am who is

and might have been.

 

~Melanie Thomason

I originally posted this here on May 2nd 2013 so it’s the poem’s anniversary 😉

*yes, those are my eyes and that is the most of me I’m willing to post!

 

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i bite my thumb at me

oh woe is the state of me

am I beyond repair?

if’t be true mine heart lies at the city centre

wherefore doth it not get along with its neighbor brain

which dwells near by in northern suburb?

thoughts after all bringeth forth emotion

and though synapse art wearied and has’t suffered damage

they doth still transit thither

~Melanie Thomason

4/29/2018

***I asketh thee, please forgive mine feeble attempts at sounding “Shakespearean” and the resulting butchery.

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Black Magic

His smile was like some kind of magic

As was the sparkle in his eyes

But she knew it would be some kind of tragic

if she once again went for the ride

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/28/2018

 

 

 

 

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we, women

I

me

you

she

child

girl

sister

daughter

woman

lover

mother

we,

women

 

 

We, women

we aren’t

the “weaker”

the “fairer”

the “lesser”

we are

the mother

we are

life itself

no man could exist

no boy child would be birthed

without

woman

 

 

Take back your power

Take back your control

We, women

we are the teachers

We, women

we are the nurturers

We can make change happen

Take action

Teach responsibility, not blame

Teach love, not hate

Teach peace, not war

Teach equality

Teach your children

both feminine

and masculine

that they are enough

that their lives are their own

and that they alone

can define

who and what they are

that they alone can define

what happiness and love

look like to them

that they can choose not to

continue a cycle of violence

but live instead in peace.

 

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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desire

the man may

make me melt

in naked need

with but the steam of his breath

and the growl of his voice

leave me dripping in desire

yet that does not make me his

does not make me a prisoner

after all I am a woman

born of the universe

wild and free

and his eyes,

though they do beckon

and warm me,

they do not really see me

for all that I am

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/06/2018

 

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Anniversary Gift

seafoam green

with an excited gleam in his eyes

he hands her a package

silently she opens to find

a fantasy of silk and lace

sea-foam green and barely there

he directs her to undress and put it on

wordlessly she complies

he observes as silk slides across young, pert flesh

he commands her to model it for him

to move with the music

she complies as he watches with hungry eyes

brusquely he pulls it off and tosses it carelessly to the floor

 pushing her roughly to the bed

he can’t be bothered with undressing

he just takes what he wants from behind

when he is done he notices the delicate green silk crumpled under his boot

he tosses it to her and says

“Wash that and re-wrap it before your mom gets home.”

~Melanie Thomason

a reblog, this poem is in my 2nd book of poetry.

Moonpies & Naugahyde

which is available in full color, black and white or on Kindle.

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