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"e" Metallic butterflies wind through a Gauntlet of branches Raspberry breeze runs through my hair And dances with the charcoal shadows Their sultry movement keeps the rhythm Of this night Misty plums sweeten the harsh vultures cry Into tiny melodies hardly audible while Trapped inside magic raindrops The birds song escapes the liquid droplets As they crash onto the concrete desert All beneath the mystery of neon lights Sheda 2001 nothing exists Nothing exists, not even this voice of mine These simple words, Illusions are gone: Desire, hope, these two That makes waking possible dawn after Dawn They used to make me tremble But nothing has value. Earth does not Care Life is the narrowness of this poem The grind of composition, and what I write- Tasteless, useless, (though it begs to live!), is dust even before it reaches your ears. Sleep. Go back to the chaos of beginnings.Stay there. No moon above those cool, featureless trees: Black, emptiness which is time, which is If we can bare it, - all the world is. Mute path of stars incrazed, magnificent Nature, sickness, people struggling to love The air of cities and rich fields It’s the God’s; it is our consciousness, It means we now are (You and I) Each word next to a stone. Sheda 2000 drummer boy It doesn't take much to please me A kiss, guitars, and lip gloss All I've ever wanted in a boy: Soft hands, weary pick, strum my little heart Boys with guitars are the best But I wanna marry the little drummer boy Clawing at couches and sleepy rooms And his face, Soft as a powdered stone And structured, shaped, Oh, and what a great beat I love when a guy has a soothing voice Sounds like a cats purr Or a baby blue sky Humming and dancing While he sings for only me With an emo sweater And black dickeys It doesn't take much to please me A mustang, pierced tongue, black hair and beanies Sheda 2001 untitled You there, hiding in The shadow of my silent Times You, the one whom I see within my sorrow The time in your words- Storms make them heard Lovely like a rose You, my hidden teardrop- I pronounce your words- No, you cannot see how You there, your name Is my Sunlight Baby Exhausted to go down You, my stormy days My golden Times The mirror, through which I see my window Sheda 2001 waking up beside you Waking up beside you As my skin begins to drift I hear the god’s calling Threatening with their prayers I watched angels gather In your hollow chest Preaching in tiny whispers And living underneath our love I took a breath, slowly Brushing your hair with my fingers Weaving passion into your ears As you slept There, beside me And I continue to drift… Longing to here you say "Good-morning, love" As I trace "we belong to each other" on your belly What splendor, being near you Watching your eyes hum dreams Not willing or wanting to let you go You are mine, as you slept. Sheda Connor

bullets In my eyes you are nothing less that Perfection Stubborn in your ways Headstrong Ideas fly out of your mouth like bullets Gently sprinkled in gun powder With no intention to harm Your beauty Everything that I’ll never be A soul, so innocent, naïve Something violent in your mind But you are nothing more than a Love song Drumming my naïve mind Beating the shit out of my spirit But you’re beautiful And I’m hungry And guilty Drown me in you love then Kill me with you bullets Sheda 2000 chaos Tonight is the night that the world ended. The volcanoes erupted and the mountains mended. Houses filed on top of one another And all was chaos in the world. Lightening and thunder Frightened children and their mothers Old ones whined and whispered of death Lost souls caught out of breath And all of this, Was created for our good Because humanity did not what we should We didn’t give enough money Or feed enough hungry Didn’t stop those how weep From crying themselves to peace We killed ourselves, and we continue to fall Into insanity and the driven walls That we can not break down, our hands are too weak And how my body was built, My personality’s too meek. I’m shallow and loathsome in my self-esteem. i'm not going to think of you I’m not going to think of you I’ll be strong, just for a while… I’m not sad, I just miss you Soft lips Tasty tongue Playing with your messy hair Feeling you breathe down my neck Or watching you beneath me I imagined this morning that You and I slept Side my side As you slept, my eyes Danced up and down you body You are so beautiful, baby It’s like your heart can be seen Right through your smile Caressing my sheets the way you Do my stomach I need you I need to hear you say “good morning, sunshine” to me I need to know you want me And no one else I want to feel your skin beside Mine I want you inside me I need you to crave me In the middle of the night The way I do you It’s a burning feeling It’s a ring of emotions around my lips Comfort me with your passion Sweet, dear, love kyle Kyle, This is a letter you’ll never receive. And even if so, you’d never believe That I stay up at night with thoughts oh You kiss Or the touch of your hands That’s so painfully missed This is a letter you’ll never possess I close my eyes and remember your caress So faintly its placed into my mind But for anything less I would not bind This is a rhyme without a rhythm I feel my lips tense up and quiver I remember your embrace So engulfing and warm And now with its absence My heart is so worn This is a letter I thought I’d never write Kyle, I’ve lost you and you’re out of my sight At times I don’t remember or can Barely recall Why it was in the first place That I loved you at all (My lousy attempt at rhyming!) stallion Can I call you my wild horse? And ride you long through the night? Will you bend and bow beneath me Watching my hips sway and thrust Listening to my beckons and calls Tasting every bit of bitter sweetness of my sweat Feeling my body shiver and convulse Will you journey my thunderous valleys Or nails and tongues and breast and thighs Scallop along, with your eyes closed Enjoying every inch of the terrain (Not finished) tease [playful thoughts] Sweaty palms and luscious breasts, Caressing, And blurry, sweet skin Entangled limbs of Legs and arms Juicy tongues Engaged and fueled by Moist firm lips Gentle touched down my back A tingling sensation down my spine Fluttery fingers in between my thighs Firmly flattering my every desire Bitten mouths and hungry eyes Painful intension but playful thoughts His arms wrap around me Lay me on top of silky dreams Heavily breathing on my neck Rosy cheeks and inflamed flesh Pulsing organs, I can feel your sex Throbbing and begging Hungry My mouth taunts it, with false intentions Waiting Yearning to be released Sucked Ah, but I’m just a tease wish list I wish you were chocolate So I could cherish and devour you Taste your sugar on my tongue Feel your sickness in my cavities And smile in delight. I wish I were a quilt Covering and protecting you Thick and on top of you Comforting you all through the night And never abandoning your care I wish you where made of wood So I could carve myself into you Burn you with all of my passion For centuries to come I wish I were made of rose petals Soft, sweet skin Velvety smell that could tease your senses Dark, sinful red that can tame any man – I wish… I wish you were beside me Running your fingers up and down my face Slipping across my lips Running down to my neck I wish you were inside me Watching your intense expressions Feeling you heat flame inside And gently pulling out… Then doing it all over again I wish we could last But above all, I wish I were your best friend Who knew everything Who had a key to every door Who could finish your sentences The person you trusted with Your heart And never once had to wish for anything more All original work written by Sheda Connor