Centered,

Stations;

On the verge of,

Sensation;

In the mood for,

Stimulation;

Artistic,

Capitalization;

Can’t wait,

Impatience;

Feeling,

Vibration;

Building,

Frustration;

Releasing,

Exhalation;

Finding,

Placation.

 

December, 2011

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You think you've been seen,
Then someone looks at you for the first time.

You think you've been heard,
Then someone listens to your deepest desires and fears.

You think you've seen beauty,
Then someone lifts the veil, revealing yet another layer.

You think you know what love is,
Then you find yourself wrapped inside of it.

You think you understand mankind,
Then a stranger's act of kindness moves you to tears.

You think you can recognize the heavens and perhaps grasp infinity,
But that, we must all wait in wonder for the great reveal.

-Genevieve Wolfrum
October, 2011
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I watch her legs unfold,
Stretching open.
Lovers meet,
Land and sky.
Forming an hourglass,
Of endless time.

Genevieve Wolfrum
February, 2011
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It's hard to write when I'm content.
I need to feel pulled apart,
From all that is around me.
That's when I see best.

Layer upon layer,
Everything they think I am,
Falls away.
Oz unveiled.

There you are,
The real you.
The only One you'll ever know,
And hope to truly love.

We sit quietly and watch.
The snow falls,
A steady constant,
Like the world around us.

Trees standing, waiting...
And the forever sky sees all.

I realize I am all of that,
Every ice crystal,
Sun ray,
Even every person.

We are everything,
Through and through.
A resonating white noise,
Heard over,
And over,
And over,

Only stopping,
When you busy yourself,
Or so it seems...

Genevieve Wolfrum
December 5, 2010
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I could see it in her face,

She still hurts.

“I was so sure he loved me; how could I have been so wrong?”

She is thinking.

But that’s all there is,

And now she will never know why,

That’s all there is.

Genevieve Wolfrum

October, 2009

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Spend time with her,

Be kind to her.

How long will it be,

‘Til you pay no mind to her?

How long will it be,

Your words turn unkind to her?

Will it be six months, a year,

When you give her the first tear?

And will she be so quick to forgive,

When you flash your charming grin?

Smoothing over your harsh words,

With dreamy promises to her.

Will she believe as I once did,

All the wondrous things you said.

And tow the line for you,

Hold patiently, not question you.

If she can do this,

She’ll be rewarded with your kiss.

I hope you find this saintly girl,

Who loves to be part of Your world.

Always a champ,

Expects nothing back.

And I in my ‘selfish’ garb will go,

To find a place where love flows,

Without the dams of condemnation,

No reservoirs of degradation.

But in a cool river of bliss,

Is where I’ll find my happiness.

Genevieve Wolfrum
September, 2009
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Relationships,
Are like a sports game.

When you're in,
The game,
You run the best plays you can,
Given a set of circumstances.

You assist,
You foul,
You score.

People watch.
They cheer,
They jeer.

Amidst this organized--unpredictable,
Game.

And you truly can't reflect,
When you're deep in,
The game.

What you should have done,
What your teammate could have done,
And what simply could not be avoided,
Until,
The game,
Is over.

Genevieve Wolfrum
October, 2010

Lowlifes from past lives,

Far removed but circling my world,

Like distance planets.

A speck in my universe,

That I pray for a black hole,

To swallow.

 

Genevieve Wolfrum
June 10, 2010