Tonight E-Book

Natalie J. Case

• Herausgeber: Next Chapter
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

A collection of poetry from across a lifetime, Tonight is a journey through joy and pain, darkness and hope, profound desire and despair.

In this thought-provoking anthology, Natalie J. Case delves deep into the human journey, and takes the reader along with her.

Leseprobe

Tonight

Poetry byNatalie J. Case

Copyright (C) 2021 Natalie J. Case

Layout design and Copyright (C) 2021 by Next Chapter

Published 2021 by Next Chapter

Edited by Fable Jude

Cover photo by Prateek Katyal

Cover by Natalie J. Case

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without the author's permission.

Dedication

Words decorate my life. Music fills my soul.

Where words and music marry, I find solace.

So I dedicate this collection of poetry to the songwriters, the poets, and the musicians.

You make my life a beautiful place to live.

An Introduction

Sometimes my head spins with words and they tumble out of my fingers and onto the page where I can poke at them until they end up in a pleasing configuration.

My poetry has always tended toward the darker emotions, commentary on society, and adult relationships. That's what you will find here. Some of it rhymes, most of it doesn't. Some deal with alcohol and sex. Others are angry and raw. And there are a few that are just silly or that don't have a deep meaning, I just liked the way they sound.

I was going to put them all into some order, categorized neatly into boxes where the poems all relate, but poetry is messy, raw, so I decided to just throw them all together in a way that I thought worked for me.

I invite you to come wander through the magic of words with me.

I'm Not Myself Tonight

I got drunk again tonight

and you know I don't drink

thinking about you, and the bad times

together don't we make an art out of war?

and the way your tongue had

of finding that spot

no one else can do it like you

I downed four rum-n-cokes in an hour's time

fucking myself furiously against the pain

like you used to

smoking half a pack of Marlboro lights

and I haven't smoked in years

as I watched some stupid old movie

with Ingrid Bergman in tears

I wish I could cry like that

without smudging my face

I keep thinking I should stop thinking

your face, your hands…your tongue

but we both know you're a part of me

my callous heart turns away from you

like some orgasmic nightmare

I should forget you

stop touching myself

and this bottle of Bacardi Gold taunting me

dare me to walk away

to succumb to your scandal, your seduction

forgive me if I do

I'm not myself tonight

2 am

I worried that I wasn't good enough

that my mistakes

were the cause

of your failure

I knew that I was crazy

a little girl lost

inside the raving lunacy

of adolescence

I thought I could

fix it all

by fixing myself

quieting the voices

that called me

out to dance on the lawn

at 2 am

I only discovered

that I wasn't broken

just mislead

and the truth is

I like dancing

on cold grass

to the music of the stars

Talk Dirty to Me

I promised myself wine and roses tonight

but gave in to Bacardi instead

not that I'm drunk

feeling more like Stallone

than Gere

I'm not picky

I just know what I want

frustration penetrates my desire

just like you do me

have you ever wanted

to crawl out of your skin

let me borrow yours

I want to crawl inside you

and bask naked in the sun

hot, like your breath

on my navel

dance for me

stripping thoughts

and masks

you know I melt

when you talk dirty to me

all the unnecessary bullshit

like so much

dirty laundry

moving fluidly

primordially

is this what gods feel

when they touch?

Evening Star

shine upon me, evening star

awaken within me

that which I've lost, sacrificed

in the name of purity

on the cold marble

altars of man

remember me

daughter of your daughter

forgotten in this modern wasteland

of sexual suppression, unnatural order

my loins grow weak, wet

as the fire kindles, slowly,

Astarte, Goddess, Warrior

Lover of sensuality

sexuality

free me of their guilt

slide open my legs to know

passion's kiss, pleasure's sweet caress

guide this body toward ecstasy

given to bring love and lust

together in one moment

of climactic thunder

exploding into the night sky

where you shine

your light, calling me

to shed the chains of my

sexual slavery

falling away

I waited for you in the dark tonight

my cheeks stained with memory

the taste of bile sharp in a mouth lined with lies

bitter and shrill

the bite of emptiness

hollow echoes haunting

hallways littered with nothing

brittle air

hot and thin and already breaking open

kissing lips laced with dust

falling away

from

you