Friday, July 8, 2016

Pictures Of You(Alternate Title--Perfection)--A "By Josephine McRose" Series(A New Name I've Thought Of Writing Under--Family & I Came Up With The Name About 12 Years Ago----I'm Experimenting Here With A Different Style--More Similar To The "Story" Like Style I Stared With Years Ago)--What I Do Here--Is Only A Little Of What I Do When I'm Not On My BLog

Your delicate touch,
you move me
like a freight train.

Your gentle voice,
booms 
in my ear,
from 
behind me,
rattles in my
rib cage.

Your soft skin,
sharp, 
like a blade,
cutting hot
against my
skin.

Your smell,
oh, 
your smell,
in my heart,
scent I can't 
identify,
a smell
I can't
wash from 
me.

That face,
those 
eyes,
that look
at me,
follow me,
know me too
well,
pick me out
of a 
crowd.

That breath,
in my ear,
coming so 
fast,
short gasps,
pounding 
against 
me.

Time,
your
time,
stands still,
slows down
with me,
holds me 
still,
fascinates me,
shows me
pictures 
of
you.

I first started writing poetry yrs ago.

I started writing--Well, since I can remember.

See--writing--Visualizing--That's what works for me. To see--Literally--Is what's in my head. Words--Phrases--Those are foreign--Don't feel right--& I struggle to use them. I always have.

Now--I can talk your ear off--I can tear you a "new one" heard around the world--But To sit down--& Really tell you how I feel--That's not the same thing. Not for me anyway.

So--Here we are--As I sit here--& You sit there--I show you a bit more of what I really do.

I write--Like I see. I draw the same way. I sit in a "Matrix" like room--In my mind--& I see what's in there. What's me. And I turn it round & round--Literally--Until I've shown you all that's there.

I'm pleases to say these things out loud--Because it's who--& What--I really am.
Maybe a little strange--Maybe not unique at all. But it's...Simply me.

I hope to bring some more of "Josephine McRose" to you--Show you where it all began. Where all these people--& They really **are** people to me--Where these people you see here--In my Blog--began. They're just who's always been there--In a different place--In a different time. But they are--Essentially the same--As they were over 10 years ago--& Who they've always been--For me.

So--Please--Feel free to stop on in--Take a look around.

You may see something familiar--Something you can recognize--Maybe in yourself--Too.

We **all** have a little world inside--That likes to play when we're alone. I just draw back the curtains a bit--& Let you join in. :)



Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Where You Are--A.Z. Rains Series(Different style developed by chance--Listening to Techno/EDM on earphones)

RAIN
ON THE STREET
THE SOUND 
OF IT
FLOODING.

I LOOK BELOW ME
YOUR SCENT
IN THE AIR.

I CLOSE MY EYES
& I CAN STILL
SEE YOU 
STANDING THERE.

I FIND MYSELF
WALKING 
DOWNSTAIRS.

THE RADAR
IN MY HEAD
GOING OFF.

THE RINGING
IN MY EARS
THE SOUNDS
OF YOU.

RED FLAGS
OH NO.

BEACONS.

THAT'S WHAT 
YOU ARE.

SIGNALS
I PICK UP
IN MY SLEEP.

FEEL 
YOU
CALL ME
NO MATTER 
WHERE YOU ARE...

Again--Black Series

The Taste 
of you on
my breath.

The Sound
of you inside
my head.

The Feel
of you still
on
my skin.

The Heartbeat
still hear
ringing
in my 
ears.

Your Voice
in my 
mind's eye
I keep
hearing even
when 
you're gone.

This Memory
of 
you
in my heart
keep repeating
again
and
again
and again.


Sunday, July 3, 2016

Because Of You--Black Series

Your taste
in my heart
lies there
like a 
memory.

The feel
of your fingers
on mine
a gentle 
caress 
in my 
mind.

That look
to see if
I'm still there
as if 
I would ever
leave 
you.

Sounds
echoing in 
my ears
the constant
droning of
the world
outside
disappears.

Your smell
sinking into me
changing 
my very DNA
who 
I am
what I've
become.

I sit here
washed
cleansed in 
you
bathed 
in 
your soul.

Sanctify me
I ask
but you
always reply
I am
what you've 
made me
I only
exist
because of
you.