He Always Made Me Feel Beautiful.

He always made me feel beautiful. 

It was his eyes. Always his eyes. 

The way they moved, shaped around the room from

Here to there. Concrete slabs to distal frames and then carbon based flesh

Unpeeled like the the forbidden fruit that I wasn't

but liked to be.

The thrill is in the chase

Never the capture

But you knew you had me every time, didn't you?

Rhetoric lies in hidden thighs

And shapely fingers wanting to grasp them.

The longing. Always in the longing. The desire to be touched.

Felt. Needed. Adored. Every breath more

Heavier than the next, 

Exhaustive of its whim and pure muse.

You made me feel so beautiful

That even in warped hair where slumbered dreams seemed

To find you and me together in reverie

T-shirts surpassed mini skirts and 

Pheromones replace perfumes in 

Which we inhale and consume each other bit by bit

Kiss by kiss

Lick by lick

And you

Just you

Make make feel so absolutely beautiful. I could stare at you forever. 

Watch you stare at me. Catch you glimpse at me, the everlasting genuine feeling

Of unnoticed moments of stolen glances. 

It will never tire. Your eyes. Always looking for something wonderful

Forever making me feel

Absolutely 

Beautiful. 

-b.r.rivera

For you.

No #30in30 this Year...but yay for World Book Night.

Sometimes, you don't have it in you. The ability to write. The passion. The muse. Other times, the brain works damn hard to forget memories that the heart wants to release upon pen and paper. Scream out to the whole world for shock therapy and pure amusement and undeniable "I told you so's". Seems like this period of non writing is the latter. The brain wanting to forgive. Wanting to go to a distant, numbing place of not even entering the truth or release. I just don't want to go there now. Perhaps I will soon. But not now. Not publicly. Haven't updated here in a while, and must share why. There are days where the chronic pain eats up my soul and I feel like I cannot even write a line. Nights are longer. Other stuff. So for right now, some deepest darker poetry---the really meaty stuff? It's not for the public eye. Just for me. And for now, I'm not even ready for release.

Perhaps soon.

Until then, I'll be writing other things. Other topics. Focusing on National Poetry Month with World Book Night. Looking forward to giving out 20 copies of "The Phantom Tollbooth" and another 20 copies of April's issue of Poetry magazine. Much Huzzahs are in order. So no #30in30 here, as I have some personal things going on here, and I'm a little busy with stuff I'm trying to make happen. Wish me luck.

Happy writing and reading.

-Bev

Invisible Lines

In this tiny pinky finger
The smallest of all, holds the greatest of fates. So I'm told.
Funny how the little finger is used. Its digits fragile
in comparison. The oddly notion that it has the most strength.
Somehow, it grasps a little red piece of string, fiery in
all it's glory. A cord designed to withstand seasons
and the tides of time. Somehow, it's straight and tangled.
A beautiful web of loops and holes filled with
destinations and environments. Times I have kissed you.
Will kiss you. Wont kiss you. Places knitted in
Fabrics of dimension and the magnificence seconds, piled high
To the brim of clockmakers and cartographers.
I pull, you follow.
You stretch, I fill in the gaps.
we twist and turn,
bend and run,
swoop and stand still,
fall and lift up
Miles away and up close, in dreams and conscious awake
All of that movement, yet
it still does not break.
And did it not even come close to undone?
Never.
Didn't we
Become one
entangled in skin and hair, no beginning
Or ending as we weave in the sublime? I have been loved. Loved in return
Again and again, breaking rules of what could be and relied on
What should be. You see,
fate does that. Tugs at you, more and more
Till eventually you listen. Begin to pull on the crimson velvety
ropes of what pulls you in. More than magnetism. More than
Cheap thrills or one last night, again. Its something about me,
isnt it? Something you can't quite wrap your head around,
As I dance in twirls and magnificent swirls through your mind.
I am more than history sitting in your present
becoming your future. More than ancient lines on paper of
love letters and sweet nothings. More than something to hold unto
the mind, more than something to stand the
Litmus test of time. Perhaps you know that already.
Perhaps it petrifies you. Scares you that I have become
Your second heartbeat, your synchronous being of
Feeling and all things of beautiful.
So I'll continue to run across your mind.
Shall we dance?
Shall we begin to explore the knotted confusion and let our
Nimble hands do the talking-
wrist to wrist. Arm to arm. Hand to hand
Sifting through time, place...those imaginary grains of sand.
Time holds no dominion. No single circumstance.
The small of our fingers intertwined in beautiful red
From the beginning of our eyes
At first glance.

-brr

Oh, The Places You'll Go...

The world is literally at your fingertips.

Any world you want. Any world you are willing to create with your mind and beyond in the world of books. Anyone that knows me knows that I am complete bibliophile. It started when I was little, reading my bible by the nightlight, and other books thereafter. Insomnia was my best friend even in prepubescent years. I battled dragons, fell down rabbit holes, entered tollbooths with clocks as dogs, and had a prince on a white horse in the end. When the book ended, it was almost surreal. How could this be? Here I am, with this imagination far beyond my brain can comprehend and the world keeps ticking as if this other world doesn't exist. I craved more. Wanted more day by day. Where friends lacked, books were my comfort. They taught me unique words that surprised my Mommom.

"Cumulonimbus clouds. Yep. It's gonna rain," said a wiser me, looking outside my grandmother's silver Celica, waiting for the oncoming storm to come.

I never forget her telling the world that I predicted the rain that day, even when the sun seemed to shine.

I knew that these books could take me so many places in my dreams and beyond. Expand my creativity. Soon, my poetry began to expand and my love for it grew. No one or nothing can keep me from a book.

Pick up a book and read today.

There are great resources to read. Visit local used book stores or thrift shops. Go to a Dollar Tree store and visit the small section for former best sellers and such. Or, go online. Here are some great resources for online reading:

1. Open Library.Org : Open Library Organization This archive has over 1,000,000 free ebook titles and also has DAISY, or Digital Accessible Information System enabled for people to access materials specifically designed for blindness, dyslexia, impaired vision, and such.

2. Project Gutenberg: Project Gutenberg Project Gutenberg offers over 40,000 free ebooks: choose among free epub books, free kindle books, download them or read them online.

3. Librivox: Librovox Librovox provides free audiobooks for public domain.

4. Internet Archive: Internet archive Organization The Internet Archive is a 501(c)(3) non-profit that was founded to build an Internet library...Now the Internet Archive includes texts, audio, moving images, and software as well as archived web pages in our collections, and provides specialized services for adaptive reading and information access for the blind and other persons with disabilities.

5. Library of Congress: LOC The Library of Congress is the nation's oldest federal cultural institution and serves as the research arm of Congress. It is also the largest library in the world, with millions of books, recordings, photographs, maps and manuscripts in its collections.

6. Feedbooks: Feedbooks.com Feedbooks offers public domain books and original titles by Indie authors.

7. ManyBooks Network: ManyBooks.net This network offers titles for Kindle, Nook, and iPad all for free.

8. Amazon.com offers both Popular classics for free via Kindle, and also has an ever changing free Kindle Popular titles list.
Amazon.com Free Classics for Kindle
Amazon.com Best Seller Paid and Free Sections

9. Kobo: Kobo.com Free ebooks with apps,some sign up required.

10. B&N: Free Nook Books all the books available for Nook via Barnes and Noble.

Keep in mind that this list is limited, and there are other sites that may let you borrow books and so on, but freebies are always a good thing. You can also check out your local library's website to borrow ebooks, as e-lending is a great way to keep up to date with the latest novels, not just classics and Indies. Free apps for Kindle are available on your smartphone, computer, or perhaps your tablet, so you don't need to necessarily own a Kindle device to read.

Got any more suggestions? Sound off in the comments.

Keep on reading. Oh, the places you'll go.

Geronimo

All of time and space,
Compacted in Pantone 2955C
Hidden corridors and secret spaces
Blanketing stars and the dimension of galaxies.
Take me there, my sweet wooden box
Lets run among danger and fantasy
Land on soils of earth and discover
The language of rewritten history.
I want to say hello to her.
Hello, sweet girl. For you,
I will pause a breath in rewind
or pinpoint an area of fixed time
Open the blackness that was ugly in despair
Show you the future in a blue box
And tell you to take care. Cause we'll run
Won't we run, my ancient and new lord of time?
Spark a newness in souls
And see beauty redefined
For all of time and space
You point to the sky and say choose one
And beyond all the eyes can see
Supernovas explode
For the journey has just begun---
My little blue box
As I'm given the silver key.


Geronimo.

White Rabbit

Pity the woman that feels
her soul falling down the
Rabbit hole,
The intricate madness of all things joy and despair.
Where down is up
And up is down,
Riddles become the silenced of
A former lovers sound,
And sweet nothing's are rushed
Instead of hushed into slick
Dick magnificence that births
Life of lust.
Pity her
For she keeps falling more
Endlessly
Darkness becomes a tunnel
Pigeonholed and clipped wings can't fly
Nor see. Air all around, wishing
For the solidarity of
Sweet soil of the ground
The firmness of real arms
The swooping of a hero absent
A man, not everything,
Shoulder not wept on
Laughter not heard.
She falls.
Deeper.
Deeper, still.
Fall deeper into what can be and what could be
The what ifs and mere possibilities
The congratulations and bittersweet salutations
The false hopes and can't cope
Of being with someone
That isn't your second heartbeat.
Memories.
Grasping at straws, fragmented.
The keen remembrance.
I remember. Do you?
Most importantly, I remember how you
Made me feel and
Touch becomes more than lust and this is
Surreal and
I scream in my body this is all of yours
You are all of mine
And somehow, someway,
You begin to cross through the prisms of time.
The day is morning, and you stopped me
The time is now, and I halt you.
But you won't.
And I don't.
Tick tock
Goes the clock
And follow the white rabbit
To the false land of dreams-
I always meet you there
And in reality you always
Wanted to escape me
To forget the woman
Falling down a black hole
Of infinity.

-brr

Understanding Poetry: Palindrome

Types of Poetry: Palindrome.

This specific type of poetry is not for mere amateurs. I say this with the most respect, because the palindrome is perhaps one of the many types of poetry that is challenging to write and to make complete sense while still respecting the subject matter at hand. The palindrome derives from the Greek word palindromos: "palin"meaning again, and "dromos"meaning a running. Combining "palin" and "dromos" we have the collective term of running back again. This gives us a mirrored image which the palindromeis: a poem that is read forward is read the exact same way backwards. With in the palindrome, there is a short break in its center that denotes a specific "turning" as a reversal point which the mirrored image reflects.

It's also important to note that the palindrome poem can be achieved by word (letter by letter) or by sentences in the poem.

Whatever is read forwards is the exact mirrored image of what is read backwards.

Example of a palindrome word
Kayak

See? Spell it k-a-y-a-k and read it backwards k-a-y-a-k and its the same thing.

Now, how about an example of a palindrome sentence?
Madam, I'm Adam.

Same thing here: m-a-d-a-m-i-m-a-d-a-m

Poetry Style: Palindrome

Life-
imitates nature
,always moving, traveling continuously.
Falling leaves placed delicately;
foliage touching the echoing waters,
clarity removed-
Reflections distorted through waves rippling;
gracefully dancing
mirrored images
- reflect -
images mirrored.
Dancing gracefully,
rippling waves through distorted reflections -
removed clarity.
Waters echoing the touching foliage;
delicately placed leaves falling -
continuously traveling, moving always,
nature imitates
life.

~Lynne C. Eadden