Saturday, March 14, 2015

Hands

Hands
March 12, 2015

My hands are on fire
My hands are burning
My hands are yearning
For a little love
My fingers are tingling
To ink your canvas
The art of your beauty
My pen's true desire
My hands won't stop
Until my masterpiece is done
My hands will write
Our love
Till infinity and beyond

Deborah R.Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Naked Dream

Naked Dream
March 12, 2015

Your rare hollow screams
Whisper to me secretly in my sleep
I toss and turn desperately reaching
To hold what I know to be my destiny
I ache with thirsty fever to climb the clouds of mountains to find you
Never wavering in to catch my heart's dream of unconditional Blitz
Hold on to the shadow that is soon to be right next to you
I come giving satisfaction to your naked desires.
Sweating as I run to be with you
I awake
And you are there
My dream come true

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Every Moment is...

Untitled ( Every Moment )
March 12, 2015

Every moment is...
Intoxicating
I'm dizzy and dazed
Stumbling in your love
Every moment is...
Electrifying
I'm hot and heated
Leaving me shocked
In your fire
Every moment is...
Peace
As our heart rhythmically
Nsync to the earth's sounds.
Every moment is...
Magic
Disappearing doubts and fears
As flowers bloom in between cemented walls
Every moment is...
Light
Sky blue days
As I float on your
Emotional calm ocean
Dreams
Every moment is...
Heaven
The joy
The laughter
Our happy
Ever after
Every moment is
Beautiful and warm
Hidden in the calm
Centered stillness
In the eye of the storm
Every moment is
Musical
Swinging me
Rocking me
Laying me
To the symphony
We share
Every moment is...
You and me
Us and we
Together in love
Where we choose to be
Every moment

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Until

Until...
March 7, 2015

Haven't had the desire to write in days.
My motivation has laid down to rest in a dark forest.
Bringing sad tear drops washing away my inked pen.
My hand trembles with a aching throb of lost words.
My mind is empty without your smile.
My arms are weak and cold without you to hold me
My lips are sealed with speechless
Kisses
You are the heart I know
You are the beauty I need
Slipping away
Fading
You decided it was time
The decision to move to the sky
Alone
I stand waiting
Weeping
But I know you must go
I shall miss and love you
Always

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

A Day Of Laughter

A day of Laughter
March 3, 2015

You make me laugh
And my heart sings at the sight of you
With the dawn of sunlight
I can feel your lips
On my back as you
Whisper hello
Your arms fill me with sound
Of sweet summer
Yet you're not here
You make me laugh
Knowing tomorrow
Will bring you back to me
With a new fresh scented
Garden in full bloom
Until then
I shall sit and laugh
Thinking about you

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Untitled (Kirby)

March 1, 2015

Untitled (Kirby)

You follow me with a quiet fever
Never to appear openly seen
Yet
You follows me with the taste
Of bittersweet fruit growing
In what once was paradise
To your dreams
I reach to grab your majestic emotions simmering like title waves
Along the shores
You evaporate when I get close
Still
You follow me
Living my every breath
Exhaling time spent in my shadows
You follow me as I search my own true definition of secrets regrets and beautiful ending
You wait behind the murky window
To my existence holding onto
The ashes of my past
Why
I am but a mere mortal growing in to this lonely soul which is mine to conquer
Let go of our unbalanced experience of scattered dust of days gone by.
Now that you have my attention
 A part of me still
Lingers with you
As you follow me

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker

Loveless

Loveless
March 1, 2015

Love doesn't live here anymore
It left me some days ago
Streaming a list of distant clouds
Covered in secret lies
Lost wishes hiding between
Broken dreams and untamable fantasies
My wandering heart is torn
From the thorns in your garden
Stuck in to the winter mountain
Where my soul as grown cold
To the emotional baggage I carry
As I wrestle with the truth
Of being abandoned
Heavy are my shoulders
To the pieces of my crescent moon
Amid the dark ruins in my mind
The promise of happy ever after
Seemed swallowed in emptiness
As I crave your touch again
Please come back to me

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker