Biography of Richard Stilwell
Ever since I was sixteen I have been writting poetry if you can call it that... smiling. I invite you to read it and to ponder my words carefully as each word can have double or triple meaning as well as the poem itself. I hope all those metaphors does not make it hard to read and I will give you the place I write about in '21 And I Still Lost' to get you to thinking like me. It is about losing ones virginity in a brothel and getting over being new at sex but finding out that you can catch things form doing it and that it cost a lot to boot... and no I never had that experience.
Richard Stilwell's Works:
Richard Stilwell Poems
Good Guy Lost
Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug, Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug, Is where I left you after a mine blowing night, Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
Abused In Life Abused In Death
I once walked until I got walked on, I once smiled until I forgot how, I once dreamed when I used to sleep, I once was awake and now I am asleep.
Covered In Confusion...A Tattoo
Emotion pooled on her skin in several places like tiny lakes with each being unique unto itself, All were reflecting the same color of camouflaged deception and disguise. Perhaps unconsciously masking desire for help, But consciously evoking attention and perception of cool,
Two In One Pickup
Her lips were pink and her hair was short and dark, Her lips were red and her hair was long and blonde, The night we met.
Black Fist Of Defiance
Black fist, Surrounded by, White rebellion, Pumping hard,
At The High Museum
Come here, No here, Over here, Look at me,
No Worry Here She Says
I hurt, is covered with a smile, I cry, is covered with a laugh, I need, is covered with toughness, I am lonely, is covered with pickiness,
Distance near, Distance far, We are, Desiring change,
21 And I Still Lost
Walking in green, Under the lights of red, I left the yellow at the door, And went into the black,
Change From A '10'
Dance for me the way you look, Rub on me the way you smell, Handle me the way you feel, But show me heart,
Shall We Dance
When we dance, The smile gets wider, The heart pounds louder, The hands get hotter,
Words flowing through my hair, My fingers, My toes,
Jane had no tattoos, No piercings, And was colored like the leaves around her, So she blended in,
Above you flying high am I, Below me not far you are, Between us one signal of your hand, And you guide me in for a landing.
Good Guy Lost
Embraced in the rythm of an eye closing hug,
Standing on the front porch and the welcome rug,
Is where I left you after a mine blowing night,
Of discovery of laughter of doing what is right,
But in my heart I fought with my mind,
Of wanting to kiss you and take you for mine,
Into my bedroom for pleasures beyond fun,
Where we would blend into each other and collapse as one,
Now the dream is over and I have lost,