Now the poem...inspired my Karate Goldfish. *hugs*
I liked the idea, so I tried it...hope you like it...
Oh, it's very off the cuff...


I search for words that describe me.
Who I think I am,
Who I want for you to see.
My hair is brown.
My eyes are brown.
Though I put blonde streaks in my hair,
And my eyes sometimes turn red.
I am short,
Petite,
Small.
I have no real talents,
Though I love to try new things.
I play baseball; I am new at it.
My legs and hands are bruised.
I look ten years younger than my age.
I love sushi.
I love chocolate.
Needles make me faint.
Puppies make me smile.
I am a mother.
I am a wife.
I am me.
K.A.Stryker


thanks

Ever and always
Me

Streets

In silent neon of the street,
The dusty air of winter heat,
Redundant thoughts to either or -
Another line is washed ashore

A vacant buzz to fading fame
Some reconciled reluctant blame

Then drizzle and a star.
Again, you went to far.

Rewind.
Retry.
Redo.
Rely.

Release the blade and learn to fly.

A star. Arcane.

Rewind once more.

Take out the blade and wash ashore,
In silent neon of the street.
Consume the air. Absorb the heat.

Look now.

1
I
sift
through
different
shades
colors
pigments
of reality
trying my luck
at finding
a niche in
dimensionality
I find
different
shapes
covers
figments
of
subliminally
trying my best
to lose
a fortune in
insubstantiality.

2

You speak of things
I know nothing about
and that saddens me
And I think
Where will I be
if I don't release the demon
Inside of me,
not let him loose
but let him free,
not to rage
but to let him see
that he is not held
Against his will
but bound to me
By soulfire and
symphony,
And only when
I see the separation
of Demon and Me
will either be truly free.

3.

I am as
old as the
sunset,
as undying
as the sunrise,
as eternal
as the sky,
as sweet as
the summer rain,
as loyal as
the wind,
as passionate
as the earth,
as impulsive
as the fire,
as heartless
as the desert,
as cold as
winter's arms,
as quiet as
the wolf,
as swift as
the cougar,
As silent as
the kiss
you left me with
cold lips on my cheek
a half-hearted hug,
you wisp away
from the grasp
you've never been in,
the eyes you've never seen,
the heart you never cared for,
the lungs that helped you breath,
you walk away
silent as a breeze
ruffling my heart.

A Single Rose

I've made a few modifications to it and added a stanza, but essentially, it's the same poem. Enjoy. Oh, btw, I gave the inspiration for this one a rose last night (she still hasn't seen the poem though).

A single rose
To show I care
By way of thanks
For time we share

A single rose
Proof of the dream
So that you'll believe
What your eyes have seen

A single rose
A symbol and
A heart-felt gift
From a humble man

A single rose
With no regret
A reminder so
You don't forget

A single rose
Such silent charm
Like waking up
With you in my arms

A single rose
Beauty so true
But a fairer vision
Is one of you

A single rose
For memory's sake
Because I can't be there
When you wake

A single rose
Though I must take flight
Here's a single rose
To mark the night

The Keeper of My Dreams

I wish that I could be your fantasy
Every desire you've ever dreamed
If dreams were a reality
Then it's only me you would need
I feel the hunger within you
pent up like a fiery steed
Your eyes like black onyx,
That melt me to my soul
You're the keeper of my dreams
Oh no..I've lost control
So the next time that you look at me,
Please don't look that way
I can't lie to my broken spirit
My heart pried off my sleeve
I tried everything I could think of
Why am I so damn naive?
On a path of self destruction
I've walked these dreams with you
But it's mind games that you play
You're so unaware of my heart
Someday will never come....
I should have known that from the start.

"Some assorted poemses."

I've gotten back into writing things on y'know, really real paper, a lot lately. Here's some of the results.
"axium of comparison"

axium of comparison
like happy or sad
the ever present
"in or out" yes,
you need tiny tiny feet
to stand on the line
i guess you could say
i broke my toes trying
last known coordinates
stuck in quadrant III
a long fall down this dirty paper

(Note: A math class poem. An AoC is the line on a graph for an inequality that divides the plane into 2. Above the line is "greater than" and below the line is "lesser than". If you can think of the concept of different sized infinities, you'll note that the dividing (equal to) line is tiny in comparison to the subplanes.
Also, quadrant III is the bottom left square of the plane; All points are negative there.)

"Wilderness"

mountains, hills, valleys
rivers ran red
a world streaked across this skin.
for once,
it is only my own. yeah,
i got Mother Nature
fooled real good.

"Isolation (bubbles)"

your world is a soap bubble
light on the breeze,
shining swirl in an always sun
i touch it
and it shatters
into a thousand seconds of light
never to be mine.
never for me to hold.

"smooth skin"

sometimes i think
it might be funny
to touch your face.
i bet if i tapped it,
it'd all just shatter
or maybe slither off
like the skin of a snake.
i wonder,
would i find this thought so funny
if i could really see you?
oh,
the wonders of makeup.

"topography"

i don't want much.
i am a simple girl.
i only want
a switch of worlds.
all i want,
all i really want
is to be part
of some beautiful topography.

That's it. La.

Gather around, all you poets,
And let me bend your ear,
The time for us to band together,
Has finally arrived here.
Send me all your poems,
All of them I need,
Refer to them upon the board,
And from it they'll be freed.
I have sought out many of them,
And their faces kissed,
But post a hint to where they are,
In case some of them I've missed.
My purpose behind this is simple,
My reasons very clear,
I am collecting them for a tome,
The time to publish is near.
I'm up to page 13 right now,
using ten point type,
When this piece of work is done,
It'll draw so much hype.
Being the most pollutiong poet,
I think it's up to me,
To gather these little suckers up,
Now, don't you agree.
So, stay tuned, my colleagues,
The reult will happen soon,
For I have the creative genius helping,
Yes - I've cornered Doom!
I also am pleased to announce,
A new Unwashed division.
Come and join the Poetry Bastards,
We greet slop with derision!                                                    

Cheers from the Land of Oz