trixclibrarian

• 2012-08-20 17 notes

  x.

  the urge to draw you close to my chest
  speak in a clear soft tone of voice
  to confess how and all i don’t know
  of anything especially
  how to survive and still show
  love always growing glowing swelling a cleft
  into out of my chest for the world
  in its wondrous questions
  disturbing forever curiosity
  even beyond my need to feel normal
  safe negotiated pathway through
  genuine emotional connection out
  of the predicament and into the belief
  that my only moral obligation can ever be to show up and live
  most me authentically
  bugger all the rest
  even when we’re terrified

  this poem has been playing inside me now for awhile and this morning i read this {a new and terribly overlooked follow for me} at artisticveins.tumblr.com/ 

  the first stanza of her poem titled: There is nothing wrong with me. as quoted below {linked above}, moved and shifted something in me. the rest of the poem made my heart ache and insides cry, and then my poem flowed. 

  I drift always into
        subconscious state mind
  every once in a while
             with my lower eye lashes
  kissing the upper
        and my lips releasing a sigh

  thanks so sincerely artisticviens - for the words & inspiration. you just never know…in tumblr land. truly awkwardly <3 jillc

• 2012-07-28 24 notes

  see you see

  trixclibrarian:

  lean in
  lean meet
  lean on
  my own lean spine
  making a lean-to
  shelter
  built
  for
  we

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• 2012-07-25 24 notes

  see you see

  lean in
  lean meet
  lean on
  my own lean spine
  making a lean-to
  shelter
  built
  for
  we

• 2012-07-20 21 notes

  in this lifetime

  trixclibrarian:

  anything you pick
  something that makes you cry
  something that makes you laugh
  something that blows your mind
  every time
  and how do you feel about fiction
  or reading what you write
  out loud
  in a soft voice
  over and over
  like a prayer
  to the world
  and every story ever told

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• 2012-07-18 17 notes

  

  trixclibrarian:

  frothy

  expansive universe holds
  a world wherein
  there is a blue planet
  inhabited by heart-shaped brains
  floating in green vessels clamouring
  as mine connects with yours

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• 2012-07-16 14 notes

  making word babies

  when the covers
  {of this book}
  are opened
  spread to the middle
  {pages of our story}
  the lingering smell
  {of words}
  wafts up to us
  a sensuous reminder
  {in poetry}
  of the love we make
  and take daily
  into life

• 2012-07-12 29 notes

  trixclibrarian: a very long slow dreamy approach to a kiss

  trixclibrarian:

  face to face
  in slow motion
  soft palms and fingers
  skin on the smooth
  fine hairs at the back
  of my neck to check
  the fit of our noses
  growing closer
  and closing the gap
  as your elbow bends
  my head goes
  limp with trust
  in your strength
  eyes locked looking in eyes
  an act made more…

  didn’t realize it was sexetry tuesday when i wrote this last night but at least i’ve made a contribution :) awkwardly, jc

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• 29 notes

  a very long slow dreamy approach to a kiss

  face to face
  in slow motion
  soft palms and fingers
  skin on the smooth
  fine hairs at the back
  of my neck to check
  the fit of our noses
  growing closer
  and closing the gap
  as your elbow bends
  my head goes
  limp with trust
  in your strength
  eyes locked looking in eyes
  an act made more active
  at such a reduced rate
  of moving into each other
  eyelashes flutter loud decibels
  and the space between beating
  the long superlow bass drum
  of my heart expands
  my waist floats drifting
  into your waiting hand
  as your lips hover
  honing in on my mouth
  a silky smooth shudder
  engulfs

• 2012-07-09 39 notes

  what i deserve

  naughty enough for spanking
  tough enough to take it
  twisted enough to like it
  brave enough to admit it
  bold enough to ask for it
  dangerous enough to dare you
  not tame enough to fake it

• 19 notes

  gifted with words

  grown on a weed stalk
  up through the brush pile
  these must be poetry seeds
  with blank paper dry skin pods
  so thin
  sweet darkness within
  so full of life yet waiting
  for more weather
  to be played
  by mother nature
  spread far and wide
  like the heart in a tide
  of love, love

• 2012-07-06 19 notes

  

  wonderlove

  wit
  craving
  sensitivity
  + plus
  jocular
  laughing
  carnality
  = equals
  winsome
  wild
  wonder
  <3 love

  my final piece of middle of the night chalkpoetry :) awkwardest<3 jc

• 2012-07-03 13 notes

  a study in the attempt to embrace magnificent unconventionality while remaining mainstream-ish enough to play on repeat

  woman, codename
  hotbone mcsexy
  sweaty
  thoughtful
  salty
  blue-toed
  breathy
  in aluminum heels
  she wheels around
  turning on the
  out of order
  teleporter
  charm
  braving a wall of
  suckling soft orchids
  reminding her
  lips and tongue
  of tongue and lips
  cheeks held
  in bear hands
  to leap
  piggy-back on
  the wookie’s
  flat rusty fur
  as he wades through
  down a flight
  of toddler ewok’s
  reaching for her shoes
  across a tumbleweed lobby
  as wide as a texas plain
  to emerge in rain
  find his posture
  strong in her periphery
  splash and tumble
  back toward forward
  never straight until
  she knocks him down
  with clumsy
  squishes
  the package delivered
  from her hands
  unto his
  the first step
  in saving
  grace

• 2012-06-30 20 notes

  have love, will endure

  rows of word ducks
  imprinted upon souls
  butterflied with kisses
  tied up loose on
  images of ewoks
  and wookies
  chewbacca paid
  the kibble bill
  built a treehouse
  suspended for growth
  so he can squish me
  not the strawberries
  patching together dawn
  which there has not yet
  been a name invented for
  despite every book on
  gravitational bias
  magnetic conception
  of letter babies
  fluffernutter sandwiches
  sautéed in nut butter
  will be our first
  but not the only
  clue
  to unravel
  the never ending
  mystery 
  of we

• 2012-06-29 18 notes

  pleases me

  trixclibrarian:

  all lit up and a little bit tired too you bring me sweet paradox dearheart you set me up perfectly and shine strong on me so i melt out into the world parallel lines forever converging along a twisting slinky of inclines shaped like a double helix of life side-by-side high tides unbounded waves in the fabric of infinity under and over and in my skin lover commencing beyond sin heavenly gracious goodness plentiful might light from darkness arise in this silky soft wet alchemy

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