Touched

Her finger tips slid down the soft skin of her lovers back, tenderly caressing the skin, moving slowly down lightly touching the fine hairs sending shivers up her spine, both hands moving slowly touching stroking down across the shoulder blades down too the middle of the back, out slowly too the waist and the very ticklish spot just above the hips, delicately touching so as not too wake her lover up, down further down too the soft smooth tender rump, following the creases on the tops of the legs just lightly skimming over the soft downy hair and gently so gently with a light lovers touch slowly back up again too the base of the neck gently moving the hair out of the way to trace round her lovers ear with a fingertip
Oh how she loved too do that, her lover sleeping stirring only slightly, never knowing how tenderly she touched them how wonderful it felt the soft smooth skin softer than any chamois, warm and silky at the same time


And as she drifted off too sleep herself she dreamed of her lover’s hands gently caressing her skin too


Those are my hands

Done

Done

You know sometime I sit here bored out of my brain, not like I haven’t got anything too do because I have could be sleeping for one, could be writing some brilliant intelligent sounding piece of writing that will get me published and make a lot of money, yeah sure right
See tonight I was going too turn on the other computer in the dining room and just type away on that but the poor thing needs work doing on it, so end up trying too install System Mechanic on it instead that was at half eight it’s now midnight and it’s doing it’s thing I’m on this computer with the chatter box gabbing away beside me
He has this thing, as soon as he sees my hands hit the keyboard of he goes “look at this, what you think of this, I need, I want” if I sit and play solitaire he’s quiet
I can’t concentrate don’t get any quiet time, just end up bored and incredibly frustrated
This is going on Blogger where no one will see it; I don’t care any more anyway
360º is boring me I wish someone would take over BA even if it was for a few hours, I must spend at least 2 hours on there everyday and it took me two days too get the web site up and that’s not including the iframe, testimonials, requests for memberships all take time and you know I’ve got a hard time doing those, good thing the testimonials are all the same or I’d never get them written
The only time I get too compose entries at all is when he’s sleeping, surprising actually he’s letting me do this, he’s in a chat room at the moment otherwise occupied

I’m going too bed good night…….. don’t even know why I bothered with that this is Blogger no one reads this

poetry

War
War , Peace are these just words ?
or do they mean something, any thing?
to the government officials?
A bomb here, troops deployed there
innocent children dying and upset
the media going crazy showing any thing they can
is it all for nothing , something , anything?
One crazy despot overpowering another
just to be leader of the world?
We sit here and watch and listen
waiting for something, any thing
just waiting for this craziness all to stop.


The Weaver
The Web Weaver of the net
Betrays its network
Entwines its contacts
Deceives its friends
The Web Weaver entangles them in its net
Misleads them, carries them away
Eats them from the inside out
Sucks them dry and leaves the husk
The Web Weaver punishes all concerned
With its web of lies and deceit
Stay away from a Web Weaver
For you too may be the object of its desire for the ultimate entanglement

Weeds
Pulling tugging
Dirt flying
Clods of earth fly over my shoulder
Working furiously
My hands fly
Up to my armpits in earth and worms
I try to pluck those weeds from the soil as fast as they appear
Sometimes I miss one and it tries to start growing wrathfully, purposefully trying
To over run the rest of the garden
Forum moderating don’t you love it

Comet comments

Swirling, twirling, spinning
Around and around
Up and down
You made me smile today
A light in the darkness
A friend of high calibre
A comment in the night sky
Pulled me up out of the gloom
Held my hand
Caressed my heart
And gently sewed me back together
Where a monster had torn my heart and trust apart

Pruning

I pruned, I cut I chopped till my hands bled
The tears ran down my face
The realization that this horrible monster
Of a sucking vine
Was getting to the inter recesses of my mind
Entering sucking
Taking my mind, my breath, my friends
The cuts had to be made
The secateurs furiously chopped
Feverishly they ran hot
Where ever I cut another vine was there pushing its way in
Finally after the very last cut my pruning settled down
There wasn’t much left but I did it
When I grabbed the last remnants
Of that invasive creeper and sliced it down
© Missy Angel 2006

poetry

Sarah
Sarah sweet Sarah
A girl who dreams of cowboy boots and white horses
Of flying over many lands
She dreams of many faces.
A shiny guise covers the real Sarah
The real Sarah is hidden to most,
So exotic yet casual
Relaxed and calm, yet sometimes stressed about the world around her
Sarah reaches out, yet pulls back, her rejection fear takes over.
A beautiful soul who craves for control
Control of the world, its existence, its wars and its games
With a maturity beyond her years, a Sarah moment
Can have you gasping for air
- © Missy A

Teddy bear
He’s noisy he’s gruff
He might growl a bit
He’s actually all bluff
Respect the teddy bear
And he will give you respect in return
Cuddly and warm and covered in fur
The teddy bear is the sweetest guy
And I love him
( guess who he is, you know him)

Potatoes
Potatoes
Plastic
Bag
Of
Potatoes
Eyes
Round
Going green
Anyone want chips?

Gone?
I sit and stare at a blank page
I don’t know what to write
The pc hums
To its self
You’ve got to this stage

Type
But what I do I write
There are no words
Swirling in my head
Flowing forming on the page
My spelling is bad
My syntax wrong
I've got an itchy leg
Oh well I say, back to it
Perhaps I'll eat some bread
Missy A -2004

Poetry

Stare
At the blank page
Sit back
Brush my hand though my hair
Sip the coffee
Lean back on the chair
Stare again
Still blank
The mind is blank
The world is blank too
A canvas, clean and untouched
Waiting to be written on
Still waiting after almost 40 years
I cry for those lost years
The years of blankness
Has there been anything written to those pages
Not much
Do I connect with many?
No not really
Am I noticeable?
Do I want to be?
No not really
I fade into the white
White on white
I mourn for the lost colour
Yet the colour was up to me to draw
And it’s not there
I wipe the tears, clear tears like my life
Away from my face
And ponder
Will any thing at all get drawn from the last 40 years
Or will I just fade away
Back onto the wallpaper
Always there
Just something you never notice

© Missy Angel 2006

Darkness
Darkness Envelops me covers me
My eyes are closing
So tired
Eyes heavy
The world is fading out
Blackness comes cannot move
I float, swim embrace the darkness that I call sleep
Missy Angel 20th Aug 2005


Grief poem

Grief can be
An all consuming flow of emotions
a wave that passes over you
it ebbs and flows
cascades and foams
even sweeps you away and floats you to
somewhere deeper than you have ever gone
gradually carrying you back
to the shore
to lap at your feet occasionaly
just to say
"you will never forget"

You ought to know

You ought to know

The words filtered though the rest of the voices, clamoring for attention the cacophony of voices in her head almost driving them out “You ought to know” the voice had said quite clearly this time, she wished she knew how to shut those voices off, the thoughts of others filtering though into her own brain many, many voices a babbling nonsense most of the time but sometimes one was clearer than the rest, like the radio tuning in itself
“You ought to know” it said again, “I ought to know what” she thought
“You ought to know what you are able to do”
She looked around her at the empty street, it had been raining a little, the sweet smell of wet tar and concrete was comforting to her, some long forgotten smell that reminded her of a home that she could hardly remember she had heard the voices over and over since turning 16 this time one had replied to her, wait replied….maybe if I think again the voice will reply again
“Yes, I hear you”
“I hadn’t even thought of anything yet you answer”
“I hear your thoughts little one, you ought to know that”
“You mean you hear me, like I hear you”
“I’m going mad” she said out loud to the street lamp, slightly silly talking to a street lamp but then so was talking to a dismembered voice in your own head
“No little one you aren’t mad” The same voice this time, not in her head but from the alley, Oh great she thought some drunken guy reading my mind.
“No little one, I am not drunk nor on drugs” the tall wispy looking man uttered as he emerged from the shadows of the alley and into the pool of light from the street lamp. I or we to be precise, we have been searching for you for a long time for 16 long years we have searched for you now we have found you little one and I have come to take you home
“You out to know” the voice louder clearer now, the static gone “You ought to know, you are one of us and this is what we do”
She stood under that street lamp light and watched as the man lifted his head to the sky and she heard, quite clearly this time, three words “I found her”

In different directions

In different directions

The day started off normal for Rod his normal cup of tea and toast with a small amount of jam on it, normal enough for a Wednesday he always had jam on a Wednesday. The day was normal enough same as every other day in fact, until Rod went to go out of the house and go to work wasn’t very far and a sunny day. Nice enough to walk, which was good because Rod didn’t like the rain. What was strange about this day was the stillness no dogs barking no children playing not even Jolene who lived next door walking down to the mail box “this is strange” Rod thought to himself I wonder where everyone is they can’t all be sick, was a few off sick at work yesterday but the whole neighborhood, too quiet this is.
He kept walking, and almost slipped, funny hasn’t been raining looked like oil that did too was dark and slick, someone must have been working on a car on the foot path again, Tom is always doing silly things like that Rod muttered
As he turned the corner Rod put his hand on the big red letter box the one with AP written on it in large white letters, he always did that when he walked to work, hand on the lump on the top and swing around, using it like a fulcrum to get around the corner. This time though his hand came away red, “must have re-painted it and not put the wet paint sign on” he thought to himself looking down at his hand now totally red.
At work after washing his hands Rod settled in behind the counter and read the fax that was sat in the machine from the boss saying “not well, you take charge of the shop today Rod”.
He had already checked the register and the stock and opened up, hung the open sign out but today looked like it was going to be quiet very quiet
As it was so quiet he got the window cleaner out and wiped the shop window down some vandal had smeared red stuff on it, kind of looked like hand prints, maybe they touched the mail box too, no couldn’t be that, the ordinary window cleaner wouldn’t take paint off not dry like this was, strange, “well it’s clean now any way” he muttered
Back inside the shop Rod decided that as there wasn’t any customers, none at all by 10.30 bit strange that there’s always a few kids come in about this time from the school to get packets of bubble gum and cans of soft drink that they aren’t supposed to have at school, Rod normally sells them the bubble gum any way, not his problem. Today though there’s not one single person around no one at all, not even any cars driving past
He shook it off there’s probably a detour, council is always digging up the road somewhere and painting letter boxes for that matter and not telling anyone.
I’ll just sit here and read the paper till about 1 then if no one is around I’ll shut shop the boss is sick anyway and a few hours without trade never hurt
The paper was the day befores “paper boy been slack again” he grumbled.
The headline read “Sickness Spreads” good thing I’ve had my flu shot then Rod thought
Just as he was about to read the rest of the front page article a shadow crossed the shop window , Rod looked up to see a man in a suit the man was walking strangely, limping almost staggering, his arms flailing in different directions , “oh this is great” Rod thought the first person I see all day and he’s drunk
Rod called out loudly, “go home you drunk!”


Rod shouldn’t have done that


The man saw Rod sitting inside the shop behind the counter, the smell of fresh meat made him start to slobber, and he would have smiled if he didn’t have half of his face missing, the drool mixed in with the blood covering the rest of his face, a groan escaped the Zombies mouth, that was the last sound Rod ever heard

Road of what ifs

Road of what ifs
What if I had said no what if I hadn’t been made to do what I did, you can say no body can make you do anything but when you are scared and not given any other choice you will do anything
What if I hadn’t, what if I had said no that strong decisive no that says you mean it
I have traveled down that road of what ifs many times, always going over that time, always going back to a two letter word NO
I never said yes I didn’t say that two letter word either, my world was chaos I was lost the signs all turned around and pointing in the wrong directions those that I saw where faded and hard to decipher I was pulled and tugged onto a road that I did not want to travel on, a pull of many that I could not break free of all because of one single two letter word
The road of what ifs would have been rocky I know it, I have traveled it in my mind many times the destination different to the one I am at now
My road of what ifs is my own personal road, a secret mist shrouded road only known to me

Without a map

Without a map

The moonlight, the softness of the night, the absolute stillness broken only by the sound of the car engine. The headlights only a illuminating a small speck in the darkness of the night, where she was she had no idea .The tress lining the sides of the straight road looked almost as if someone some where had laundered them and used too much bleach they seemed to twist and turn into grotesque shapes as she drove slowly past but her mind was elsewhere thinking yearning for a reason to do the thing she was doing. Now lost in the darkness with no other place to go all she could do was drive, the car running low on fuel and no real idea where she was. The landscape bathed by the moonlight leached grey like her heart the whys the wherefores of she had no idea she hadn’t really contemplated that. Her thoughts changed to all the heartbreak she had caused, people had said that she had to conscience no soul, no real heart dwelt beneath her pounding chest only a cold steel chunk, was the night out to get her, to finally seek it’s vengeance on her troubled soul.
Slowly gently the night closed in on her, her eyes blinked and very gently she slipped of to the forever sleep the total black sleep of forever, forever lost, forever searching, forever away from the outskirts and the borders of reality

That’s the first thing that came into my warped mind when Rods writing challenge came up, but I don’t really like it it’s too dark, so hopefully this is a better ending

“oh” she yelped as the car came to a slow standstill up against the white marker post , “I really must be more careful driving at night”, she got out of the car and went to check, just a small scratch on the paint work no more, she had almost fallen asleep and was more or less dreaming she wasn’t really lost at all, no one needed maps around here, there was only one road leading from one side of the island to the other, sometimes in the uninhabited part in the middle it got a little gloomy but you couldn’t possibly need a map
She checked the back of the car, yes that magnificent spice rack she had just bought still filled the whole back seat, every imaginable herb, condiment and spice from all countries was included in the price, it had taken her most of the day to bargain that down to a reasonable cost but she did it, it was still a weeks profit from the restaurant but she didn’t care it was worth it. Its size alone would make it a draw card. With the window wound down she slammed through the gears crunching second slightly “I must get that seen too” she muttered and with the stereo now blaring some vigorous rock tune that suddenly got clearer as she neared the crest of a hill, she could see the towns outskirts and knew exactly what she was doing and where she was, she was home and home safe


Now this ending is just silly really, talk about sing the happy, happy dance

Just outside the borders of the town, a place that you can only find if you are lost, a place that doesn’t appear on any maps. There is a happy place, a place where the elves sing and dance and the fairy’s sing, their little wings as they fly around your head tickle your nose and make you sneeze a happy sneeze, The chairs are made of sugar and the tea cups are buttercups, everyone is so happy and dance around the pretty red capped mushrooms all day long

De tour ahead

“Beep, Beep” the road runner pronounces as he speeds past the pack of cyclists, their poor legs pumping away at such a rate as to be just a blur, onwards and forwards they push themselves the detour sign pointed left, and it was slightly strange that they had now entered a totally 2 dimensional landscape of only brightly coloured buttes and mesas with only the occasional Acme company advertising sign in the last few miles, the leader was looking ahead the rest of the pack followed his lead, head to the butt of the rider in front they hadn’t noticed that the reality of the race had changed somewhat even though the crowd cheers had turned into a distorted crackly sounding laugh track ,they didn’t look up.
Pity really they should have because the trap was laid, the anvil the 200 pound Acme company anvil balanced precariously on a ledge above
The beep, beep had been the coyotes cue; he had lit the fuse to blow up the rocket, it was too late a whoosh and wizzzing sound and the Beep, Beep of the roadrunner
was the last thing they heard
That will teach them to follow blindly like sheep you never know where you may end up

Max

Max


Max is supposed to live next door, Max doesn’t like being next door ,he would rather be here in our yard, Max gets in trouble for being in here he’s knows he’s not supposed to be in our yard but its so much more fun to play in our yard that he just makes every effort in the world to get over here, he’s far too small to get over the fence and he cant reach the door bell, so he wiggles his way under the fence between our yards, then he’s up to mischief in our back yard running around making a noise just playing, he’s about 7 ,just a kid and he just wants to play, problem is he gets in and he can’t get back and it’s so difficult to get him to go back .

I go outside and he runs up and says hello and I look at him and say “you in here again? How did you get in here this time” He won’t show me where he got in. I have to search for the hole under the fence where he wiggles under and try and get him to go back then block the hole up, this time it tiny, “Max I say you couldn’t possibly of gotten though there” this hole I find is tiny and there’s a metal grid work on the other side where next door has tried to stop him getting over here so I leave him in the back yard as I cant just pick him up and drop him over the fence it’s a bit high if he lands wrong he might get hurt, he’s ok in our backyard for the moment he can’t get out of here no reason too ,it’s fun in our yard besides he’s only a dog and actually 7 in dog years

The bleeping phone

Bleep! What the! What was that? Where? No not the computer, don’t think so any way, what ever made that noise? Made me jump, it was very quiet in here oh well it probably won’t do it again I’ll just go back to what I was doing “clatter, clatter”, drink my coffee get this typed out
Bleep! Again? Ok what is that bleep and where did it come from? Put me right off that did, ok bleeping thing wherever are you? I’m going to find you and shut you up!
Bleep! Hey you bleeping thing shut up and don’t sound so cheeky when you bleep come on, come out, come out, where ever you are
Bleep! Bleep, Bleep! Hey what the? 3 bleeps in a row? Ok maybe you finally shut up did you? Run out of noise did you? That’s good because that really was annoying me
Now what was I supposed to be doing before I was annoyed by that bleeping thing oh a phone call……..Oh Dang it the blooming thing is flat

Dragon girl

It had been very quiet around the place lately and the young girl was startled when she heard the first few notes waft over the cobbles
She had been out collecting herbs even though she hadn’t gotten many; she had collected little white stones as well and had them in the fold of dress
She crunched her self as tight to the wall as possible she wasn’t really supposed to be still out and was supposed to be back in the kitchen by now helping the tuber preparation
The first few notes of the gitar rang out strong and sweet and she hummed softly to her self the notes of the ballad, oh a wrong note, she thought to her self he will have to practice that one a little longer.

My apologies too Anne McCaffrey

Crying in the night

Crying in the night

She was bending over at the wooden door the sweat pouring off her, her heart beating rapidly I cant possibly do this she thought and she was still feverishly hammering thinking of the horrible noises she had heard down in the dark gloomy basement last night, When she heard a noise stood up straight and turned around too put the hammer down on the table when another hand a cool smooth hand touched hers
She jumped back and dropped the hammer on her foot
“OW”
“Hey babe” her next door neighbor called out
“Didn’t mean too scare you just bringing in some lettuce and tomatoes from me garden you know mine are the freshest around”
He looked at the door then the nails sticking out haphazardly this way and that, bent over some even on the floor, hammer marks on the wood then turned to her standing there with a look on her face like a scared deer under the headlights standing on one leg holding trying too hold her foot in one hand
He hurriedly placed the sack on the counter and grabber her by the shoulder guiding her too a chair,
“Here sit hunny I’ll make you a cup of tea”
“Gordon you know I don’t like tea and I don’t like you calling me hunny either”
But hun’ he stopped himself Helen you look like someone just died and why in the name of all is holy have made such a mess of that door
“Coffee Gordon” she gasped and I’ll tell you all about it

Early this morning I woke to the sound of a baby crying
“Ain’t no babies around here Helen”
“I know that Gordon now don’t interrupt”
I woke too the sound of a baby crying and well I know there aren’t any around here not unless someone’s got one hidden and you know this neighborhood I don’t think that secret would keep long
As I came down the stairs too the kitchen, the crying got louder and more intense it seemed too be coming from the behind that door she pointed too the basement door
It was very dark and very cold down there I’ve never been further than the bottom of the stairs down there in the basement I don’t like it never have
Even though the rest of the house is bright and sunny the basement is cold dark and gloomy and it smells nasty too
I just don’t go down there at all but the crying was coming from down there I just had too go it was so pain filled and the feeling I was getting from it well it was making me cry too I had too go, step by step in the dark each step getting closer too the sound
Suddenly







“Whoa what’s that” Gordon jumped back spilling his coffee on the table
“Oh that Gordon is the source of the crying that cat was trapped down in the basement and it was crying its head off, of course it wasn’t going too sit at the door oh no, I had too go right down and grab it too get it out.
Help me hammer these last few nails into the cat door will you please Gordon otherwise that door will never be opened again and that cats going too wake me up every night