Interesting Things Come in Three :)

These are my three latest pieces of poetry :)

In the Dark

There were small moments in time when the stories changed
The lullaby coming from mothers' lips no longer seemed to soothe the soul
And the turmoil was deep, and the stars were burning

I held on to the melting candle, ignoring the hot wax molding itself on my fingers
I peered into the darkness, not sure what I was looking for
Unsure of what I might see
But in me was peace
Cold, dark, comfortable peace
Making me shake and shiver
allowing my hair to curtain my face
for some kind of warmth

I was alert my body feeling on edge
Eyes amusedly darker than before
trying to focus on things more clearly
Trying to focus on you
But all I clearly remember is your scent
And the warmth of your touch

This beauty mark is the only thing left original of me
All of me has been stolen, twisted, buried, left ragged
One-fourth a person is left
Abandoned, not so whole, ragged
But still a mystery
That's what keeps them coming back to me

Your eyes are turning black with curiosity
Darker, darker now
But still beautiful
Making it so hard for me to concentrate on my wounds
Nothing but a simple distraction for me
In my times of much need
and I love the ring of your voice like bells

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All in Vain

There's more time to do this later
Unless you just want to get this over
I'm not trying to rush you
Maybe this just can't be finished
Until we both move on

And the devil be damned
And I might just follow
But I am ready to be moving to the next portion of life
Stuck in this awful kind of limbo

But I target your irresistible sense of style
Making things move slowly in my mind
Like a picture so far away that you have to squint to see it
But there's so much more to it all

And I'm longing for some kind of light to dawn in your eyes
Some kind of change to come around
Am I waiting in vain, tell me I'm not waiting in vain

And the devil be damned
And I'm following after
Because I'm trying in vain
You won't tell me any different
I'm trying in vain
And you simply can't tell me any different

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Difference

I met her on the street
And her blue eyes stood on their own
They drew me in, before her words even rested on my ears
But as they reached me
And penetrated me
Because she had so much to say and I could only listen
No retort, just admiration

I tell her she has come at just the right moment
I could not have made it through today without her story
The wind carries our words through the flying newspapers
filled with tales of how America is going down
But she could make such a difference if anyone would listen
But with her hair uncombed in the coming rain
Who would take her seriously?

I met her on the street
We were both moving slowly
Both listening to Life tell us no
But she was already to the point of telling Life where to go
And I am on my track there
Just catch the first greyhound out of here
Follow her trailing words, her flowing crazy hair
Out of, so far out of here

I grabbed my longest skirt
Left my hair unbrushed
And walked out into the sweet smelling rain
Never coming back, not to that left to waste intrigue I called Normal

She came at just the right moment
Then disappeared into the world
And now I can't be sure her hippie bare feet
were anything more than a dream
She could make a difference if anyone would listen
But with her pierced and tattooed body
Who would take her seriously?