naiad.

The Moon, lithe naiad

shining a smile for the night,

adrift with grains of fainter light.

She floats and waits, a lily pad

in an inverse sea of stars.

But her smile is a shadow,

and her light – sad reflections

of a far-off sphere;

a waxing, waning, white veneer.

roadside creatures.

entwined.

same ocean, different shore

I don’t want to write

about love anymore

each stanza a painful pleonasm

of how much I miss you

I'd swim the gulf

just to fall asleep once more

together, with knotted limbs

inhaling gentle breaths,

exhaling gentle snores

but for now, at least

I’ll answer midnight calls

half asleep, spewing slurs

across five hundred thirty-three miles

but entwined in futures

love is a star

a commonplace luminescence

in the milky way, and across the universe
born in a bewildering brilliance
and leaves in a supernova hearse

each spin tales of traveling light
that go on after death
and inscribe countless skies with diamonds

love is a star

flowers & doodles

Wait for the 3 minute mark, it's worth it :)

Passiflora incarnata 

"I love you"

quail

{detail}

night on the sun.

soft lips sit--

a patient smile
makes them smaller
than those that open wide
to shout some stream of babble…
speaking to fill any awkward silence.
or perhaps they thirst speech to such extents
as to have no honest prerequisites of their partners.

but strong voices cannot be contained for long

and, oh, how I crave your conversation!
fingers and gestures, too, can be nice,
but sign language is no substitute
for those who say ‘I love you’;
a phrase with importance
perhaps only when
imparted betwixt
two pairs of
willing lips

shaking & trembling.

optimist.

Hello all! Sorry for my extended absence, but I have returned at last. Here's a buffet of words, pictures, and music to make it up to you!

"Antonio"


oh!
those chatoyant eyes
a perfect pair
of shining spools

a naïve magpie
I am entranced
by the luster
of their silken wisdom

what an instant
ensnarement,
spun and tangled
into those – oh!
those chatoyant eyes

peace.
-lise.

an old poem.

I can’t take this suspense, damn your impuissance.
And damn mine, too. Oh, what I feel - if only you knew!
But instead, where are we? Trapped in this stalemate,
useless weaponry clenched; each soul landlocked
in a parallel trench. We sit side by side, yet miles away,
and we watch and we wait, in a cautious impasse.
Will either encroach? How long must this last!
Please let’s jump out, and cut through the barbed wire,
I don’t want to win battles; it’s just you I desire.
I’m breathless and weary… I can’t fight anymore.
I thought all was fair in love and in war?

I wrote this almost a year ago. I never posted it because I believe private poems retain a sense of power that published poems can never have. But it seemed time to let this one free. Enjoy the weekend :)

peace.
-lise.

alligator.

peace.
-lise.

you are wherever your thoughts are.

Where are yours?


peace.
-lise.

float like a bee.

I stand on the shore
of an endless, silent pool
and skip a stone
a pallid gem
cast away, out
into the unknown

minutes ebb, and minutes flow
but where
do all those minutes go?

Once I get my camera back I'll post some sketches and photos, but until then you'll have to put up with my amateur poetry and current music obsessions.

peace.
-lise.

fire it up, cowboy dan.

peace.

-lise.

P.s. There's one four leaf clover somewhere in the second sketch.

P.p.s. Don't try to eat them, Aly.

what people are made of.

peace.

-lise.

a quiet lament.

dearest bic pen:
emptied,
but remembered
in landscapes
of meaningful ink.



True story.

peace.
-lise.

extreme ways.

I'm so obsessed with Moby right now. BEFRIEND THE WEEKEND.

peace.

-lise.

grey ice water.

tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed.

 Just a quick doodle, drawn in a fit of caffeine rage to this Modest Mouse song:

peace.
-lise.

heartbeats.

peace.
-lise.

that final taste before you're taken away.

peace.
-lise.