Being, 3rd installment

"don't save me"

gazing over the edge,
the abyss reels me in.
no fight left in me,
I succumb, to my knees.

The black cloud swirls around
whistling an odd lullaby
and the matte reflection below
comforts, like home.

With every apathetic breath,
he filters through my very chest
the rush of death pulsing my veins
the false life-force, i once longed for.

(c)KF07

Being, 2nd installment

"24Jun05" aka "Float"

as I close my eyes & sink below the surface
the bubbly waves smack my nose island,
tickling the unblanched perimeter of her beaches,
underneath
I feel
no pressure
no hurry
no noise invades my space or time
floating, drifting...away.
(c)KF05

Being, 1st installment

"subjugation"

Deadwood.
in the doldrums of the sea,
the pain of defeat
numbs me
to the core
my unmarked shore
screams "Walk on ME!"
to no avail
and so I run
with tucked tail
and broken wings
to my deepest. darkest. isolation.
to cut away the cancer
that eats away my soul
to dare a dream of a day;
a life without these holes.

(c)KF07

Letting Go -- 3rd Installment

"4Nov05"

hands
hands
lips.
on my face

my face
his face
steal my breath

dreams
foolish goals
this caged bird.
mute.

(C)KF06

Letting Go -- 2nd Installment

"4.4.05" aka "Death's Lustful Grip"

I can't do this anymore.
I can't talk to you again.
It's just too hard
to convince myself
that I don't love you
anymore.
Turn my face into a pillow
hoping somehow
to hide my shame;
to have you again
as we were,
so beautiful in you.
so happy in me,
but this isn't real
merely a dream;
fantasy.
blasphemy.
I can't keep you here.
We're not real.
Yet I survive
embraced in your chains;
take them away.
please leave,
I need to be free
of us.
of Us!
of us, I fear
the day would come
where torture ends & love begins. (c)KF05

Letting Go -- 1st installment

"Feb 5th"

They loved each other once
in that place so long ago;
but no more.
no more foolish dreams;
no more restless nights;
no more waiting for the time
because the time is now!
Time to let go.
it isn't alive anymore,
only a memory;
what was true once,
is history now.
Goodbye.
for the last time.
She loved you well.
But you can't haunt me anymore.
(c)KF05

"A Secret Admirer" (written 2003)

In twists & curls winding down her curves,
skin, sweet flesh; drink in life,
revitalize me in her night;
held captive by the way the ebb & flows undulate
sneak a glimpse of love's pure bliss
in a kiss, tranquil and light.

(c)KF03

"No Resistance" (written 2003)

Swim thru thickness
breath with no resistance
peace lives here
chaos fails to break thru.

Ignorant bliss,
turning rolling twists
thru my compact sea,
within me I fail to see,
the child longs, to swim free.

Never knew drowning
felt like birth;
Confusion should lie here,
masked, by serenity.
(c)KF03

TC On...the purpose of another blog...

I have blogs all over this world-wide-whackjob...and none of them are comprehensive. This one is going to house my crappy poetry, musings, and other various writings & maybe some art work, should I get the opportunity to scan stuff in. I have been hesitant to share my work on the internet because I know how easy it is to steal something, especially something that's not well-known or previously published. I'm not saying my stuff is even good enough to want to steal, but it's still mine and therefore, I'm cautious. This is my heart, my life and my soul, poured out on the sidewalk for you to walk on, stare at and critique.

Speaking of critique: As an artist, and yes I do consider myself an artist in life, I am willing to receive and accepting of criticism. However, if you just get up here and say, "This sucks." I'm going to ignore it, because "this sucks" doesn't help me grow it into something better. Inversely, don't tell me "this is awesome", etc if it isn't, because that doesn't help either.

My name is Hekaterina Ricci, and this is my soul, for your entertainment.