lauralee_sugah's Blog Entries

24 Apr 2014 01:16

i offend you
as i block the camera
to avoid the theft of my soul.
does refusal to allow the image
mean i do not exist?
that i breathe air
but hold each molecule
like that slender space
right at the event horizon?
that i have successfully hidden
at the point of no return?
when i refuse to allow
you to capture my true self
do i fade into non-existence
by my own choice
or do you hear me begging
from my hidden heart,
"come find me"?

national poetry month

22 Apr 2014 22:03

will i ever be enough?
will you risk some small moment
to truly choose me?
hidden thoughts
remain so
as i dream of never days.
what will happen
if i speak them,
reveal me,
let them go?
this is my risk,



22 Apr 2014 02:13

i do not know
if this aching moan
comes from the storm
or me.
reality is hard to place
in a world where love skips
a welcome home
and finds its own conveniences.


21 Apr 2014 03:33

bare feet walk a knife edge
from a million tiny slices.
a question echoes
over the distance
and the faint answer comes
softly from my empty heart.
"because i want you."


20 Apr 2014 11:35

today i wear my easter sweetness.
if you could just see...
i am all naughtiness underneath.


19 Apr 2014 06:05

rain dripped from leaves
to the roof of my house.
i heard crickets
singing the end of stormy gusts.
you filled my lungs
with your breath
and my thoughts with your voice.
no more gale force fear
because of you.



18 Apr 2014 08:14

“Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”
--Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

18 Apr 2014 07:51

i stand in silence
and watch the wounded things.
where is the soul magic?
does healing come?
or oblivion only?
sing the answer.
my tears obscure your words.



17 Apr 2014 10:24

a yellow moon drips like honey
through moody clouds.
my warm sigh
accompanies stars
tossed into the ink-washed sky
by caressing fingers.
the words in me
have become a sacred sadness.
i wish we could be real
just for the life
of this sparkling trail...



16 Apr 2014 06:22

the last love letter joins the wind
dressed in shades of sunrise.
scattered dreams
vandalize the hours
with colors of smoke
and painted prayers
wherever they rest.



15 Apr 2014 09:39

let me worship your feet.

14 Apr 2014 06:09

what i want cannot be taken.
it must be offered freely...
although not always gently.
it is in the wildness
of heaving moments
that truth is told,
bonds are made,
love is held forever.



13 Apr 2014 09:57

12 Apr 2014 19:51

LOTS of wine and funny stories at a bookstore tonight..... i am not always wise... but it was fun.

i am sparkly!!!


12 Apr 2014 00:32