Biography of Pauline Levesque
Have been writing poetry for most of my lifetime. This is my first attempt at allowing others to view as I always had so little confidence that anyone else would enjoy them but now...I am ready.
Pauline Levesque Poems
You asked me if I knew what I had done How I pushed the knife deep and cut your heart wide open.... to bleed... pieces of your broken heart falling to the floor.
Land Of Dreams
Unicorns and horses run wild and free I lie down in a field of Kentucky green grass and run my fingers through the blue blades as they tickle my fingers.... I can only see your silhouette as you stand over me, the sunlight blinds me from seeing your face,
Oh I miss the lips that electrify mine, The pull and tug on my nipples, The scars that I trace with my finger tips... I remember all that is beautiful about you.
Do You See Me?
Do you see me on the other side... a whole human being with my wings glued on by a thread? My hands held out to you but slapped as if I had committed a terrible transgression. Do you love my layers, my weaknesses, my strength, my heart.... I tell you and you don't hear, I listen but you don't speak..truth hangs in the air just out of reach, shrouded by the past, by secrets, by what you have become by what you believe.
I Know Nothing Of Love
except the soft crease of her cheek as she smiles, I no nothing of the nuances and subtleties of love except that when I hold her, I am at home and loved. I am short tempered, cruel at times and still dancing with the demons
Enchanted by your smile, I watch you move in grace and Determination I sit by your door, breathing in the sweet air of spring…. One leg dangling over the arm of a chair….
I touched her skin and she let me. Mapping her small flaws and imperfections with my finger tips.. She asked if I came back because she was familiar and I breathed in her scent... my tongue gently tasted her,
She's An Enigma
She is an enigma to me. An innocent with a suit of armor. Restlessness, dissatisfaction….a sadness… It always surrounds her
The Black Dog
It is nipping at my heals. Images of my death in various ways play out in front of my eyes. One scenario is from pills and my lifeless body lying in bed for a few days before anyone comes to investigate. Would I be missed?
A Note To My Love
Now that it is over, I am startled by how deep the pain goes. I know eventually it will subside, That I will want to live again but For now, I feel sick.
Is this the price I pay for love? A battle of wills a battle of the past, the ghosts of past transgressions, Moments are rot with pain, anguish, then…. Peace, happiness like nothing I have ever
To Love Her
With all my doubts and uncertainty’s, My fears and the ghosts from the past, She brings light and happiness into my life.
Walking The Halls
Walking the halls of insanity, Frozen by fear and doubt, Unable to break the cycle of abandonment, trust and abuse.
that after the most amazing weekend that now I have to be without you. You still permeate my thoughts, my soul and my heart. Your sweet scent is in my clothes, my bed.... I ache for you and there is no immediate relief in sight.
I don't want to deal in reality's anymore and yet it sits right before me big and brash..
As the time ticks down like a large clock on a wall, I can hear the click of the big arm as it moves from one second to the next.
The tension is palpable and we are like pawns in the universe waiting...waiting for...
My love is in pieces as she fights for her sanity and I..
am helpless....I am the fixer who can't fix....
I am not allowed to embrace her and sooth her soul
My frustration is deep, my