Ocean Reprieve

Soft sand beneath my feet.

The warm sun gives me a hug.

There is hope in the heat.

With eyes shut, I can feel the gentle beat.

There exists a symphony playing upon the shore.

The caressing breeze makes me want more.

Swaying palms are far from done.

Hands held.

Smiles shared.

Being here my pleasure soars.

Crashing waves of oceanic lore.

Mermaid tales.

Life on the beach sails.

It sails by. . .

The sand on the beach.

The sands of time falling through the hourglass of life.

Gentle breaths.

The horizon holds hope.

Playful thoughts of ocean life.

Salty smelling memories.

This all brings reprieve to those that love the beach.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

My Desperation Against the Hope of Tomorrow

Emotions blanched.

Your hateful words sure did kick my ass.

To you, I tried to give everything.

But from me, you found everything given tainted and wrong.

As colors bleed, my emotions could never be concealed.

Open existence.

My soul refuses indifference.

Steps by others.

Dreaded adventures always follow.

Lately- I wish I could disavow even tomorrow.

Bound by undeserved hatred.

My worst enemy lives within me.

Screams echo through rooms too small.

Even in my own skin, I am unable to fit in.

Freedom from a cage was never true for me.

Desperation.

Your salvation.

I would give my damnation.

The tragedy-my very conception.

There you try to be for me.

From torment, my rescue will not be.

The nightmare I live.

I wish again to not see.

Fairness and reasoning stay contrary.

To give in. To fall through the rabbit hole.

Fleeting moments of sanity.

Sarcastic laughs and uncontrolled heat.

No matter my battle,

Hopes of you smiling upon me tomorrow.

This gives me strength to keep my heart from becoming hallow.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

For You My Desire Unable to Put Out the Fire

I know it would be wrong to act upon feelings felt.

But what is it to push them down underground?

Day by day, the yearn for you continues to burn.

Blazing fire raging from my desire.

Nothing good comes from hiding a volcano.

Pressure building with no release.

Temptation.

Dreaming of your hands clenched upon my hips.

Jumping from a burning bridge.

Shark infested waters lay await.

Either way there is nothing left but my goodbye.

Guilt or regret.

I will question either way.

Loneliness is my bitter enemy.

But togetherness would be my destruction.

To me, you do not belong.

But for me, you seem to have been made.

No matter how many goodbyes and reasons why,

The taste of your lips will never be far from my mind.

Thoughts of you.

Ragged breath.

Clenched fists upon my sheets.

Your hold.

Restraint. Demanding my body’s response.

Like rain falling upon the desert high.

My life refreshed.

Your kiss. Your touch. Your love.

All not mine to be had.

Frustration. Humiliation.

Even from across the room.

My breath, exasperation.

With one look, the wrong only seems right.

Like saltwater to a castoff,

For one more moment with you,

My self-destruction leaves no fear in me.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

The Miracle of Your Love Still Saves Me

Time has past, but my love still lasts.

That breeze through your hair is my whisper barely there.

Everything happened so fast.

One moment we were wrapped in each other’s arms.

Then the next moment everything was gone.

Alone, I will never leave you.

In your heart, I will always be.

Our love was so extreme.

From the moment that you walked into my life,

I was thrown deep into the ocean of you.

For so long, I waited for the salvation brought by your acceptance.

To the gift of your eyes, I knew that you were the love of my life.

With one kiss, you brought the sunshine from the winter of time.

All too fast what we had was not permitted to last.

In haste.

Reaction.

There was no turning back.

My last thoughts were of you inside.

Your smile.

Your hope for our tomorrow.

As the final tear drifted down my cheek, thoughts of you consumed me.

Whispering goodbye to the night sky before the darkness seized me.

All the best of me remains with the caress of your hand over the creation of our love.

No jealousy or anger. Only hope and love.

In your smile, the miles of my hope remain.

For my life, I pledged to you my love.

But from up above, my soul will forever be yours.

©2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

My Insecurities for Your Inspiration

On pedestal, I have never been asked to stand.

Second best has always been my deepest insecurity.

Their doubt in me and yours.

Feelings of being taken for granted.

Overlooked.

But of course, I am just a girl.

What could I know about subjects you speak of. . .

Let me rub your feet and get their drinks.

Good enough you make me feel like I will never be.

But a survivor you will always find in me.

Other’s lyrics.

Emotions high.

Written words.

This helps me get by.

My resentment builds.

Precious energy I refuse to waste.

Angered haste.

Emotions caused by your disapproval,

Become the words I yearn to share.

Your accusation.

Nothing right do I do.

But wrong you are.

Because to others, I inspire.

I take my pain.

Like rain falling from the sky.

The stormy points in my life, I endure for your motivation.

My hope.

These thunderclouds will arouse the dreams and fighting spirit in others.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill