My Heroine

For Lexus

When I was swallowed by consuming grief
from a life I left behind
You walked with me into the darkness
lurking in my mind

You sat with me as I struggled with pain
you could never understand
From a horrific loss of innocence
bled out in the sand

You heard the screaming from my wounds
when I cried out in my sleep
You saw the pain etched in my face
from the memories I keep

You were there for me to hold onto
when I was terrified
That life could never be the same
from what I justified

You gave yourself to me completely
When I craved relief
I lost myself within your essence
A healing for my grief

You were there when I got better
holding out your hands
Beckoning me to come to you
To be your loving man

You stood by me in my darkest hour
A dangerous place to roam
So now whenever I see your smile
I know I'm finally home

My lover my muse my shining star
Glowing from within
For everything you are to me
You're my heroine

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

This is a beautiful - gentle write. For all your "posturing" and your in your face poems (which have their own merit) - you have another side - and it is just a strong, just as solid poetically. And of course - that you have a heroine - well that is wonderful in itself. A great poem!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you TL

[Andrew N. Farrens]

Greetings and salutations...........I'm digging this poem quite a bit. It is very good poetry and the sentiments expressed within are of my liking immensely. Thank-you for sharing it with the community of Writer's Cafe and by internet extension, the World at large. I randomly found it on the news-feed and I'm very glad to have read it, despite the almost 900 read requests that stack up like the masturbation guilt all moral folk feels after wanking on the 'ole joy-stick. They mold and perspire on my writer's cafe home-page. I suppose I should have read all those first but this poem called to me for reasons I am unable to discern. Since I spent yesterday on a roof installing a heater/air conditioner package unit which resulted in a sore back that is burned to a crisp, I had to eat an extra yellow norco (hydrocodone and Tylenol combination, 10/325) this morning, which is unusual even though I am prescribed more than that for the morning (THEY want me to pop two every morning.) These drug pushing doctors are killing us with prescription drugs but alas, the damned things can help, too, only sometimes at a terrible cost to the patient and patient families. They can also produce a wonderful euphoric feeling that is better than an orgasm but like all good things, it leaves before the end (of life) and an endless chase is all that is left to replace that now cruel embrace of that cold-hearted b***h Euphoria. On a side note, although one can argue that ths entire review is a 'side-note, the benzodiazepines (xanax, valium, ativan, etc etc) those legal drug-pushers called doctors are way worse than the opiates; benzos killed my father. The reason I am writing this rambling example of NOT how to write a Writer's Cafe review is easy to explain: I'm f*****g high, man. I'm joking but not really and though I doubt I have a 'powerful high' that a stone-cold heroin (pronounced in West Stockton as 'HARE-ron') junkie might get after slamming down the plunger of a filthy, possibly HIV infected hype (hypodermic needle) into the prominent vein of his already abscessed rotting c**k, I know it must be similar as it all came from the same place, the opium poppy. Through-out history, opiates supposedly have helped writers be more creative and while that may be true, this is NOT an example of such a thing. Rather, I'm just writing this crazy bull-s**t right now because I feel good at the moment (even if achieved pharmaceutically) and tapping the letters on this extremely small key-board feels even better. So to maintain this 'high', I keep pecking away as I hunch over the glowing screen of my laptop in the dark room of my death. At the moment I work ----write---- on an ASUS solid state 4gb hard-drive lap-top that runs linux as an OS and it is six years old, which is an eternity of time in the computer and technological World. It is very difficult to navigate through the internet sometimes, thus I am 'lazy' due to script errors and such, which is why I'm ecstatic about finding this poem. I normally do not go back to things that have cause me to restart the browser over and over again. (took me three times to read it) Thankfully, I write (and read) faster than most (if I had not dropped out of High School in eleventh grade, I might have become a lawyer or a sell-out journalist due to how fast I can read with full comprehension) so this will likely take you longer to read than it did for me to write it. Hell, I wrote this so fast that the joint precariously balanced between my lips has only burned half-way through, which is a good thing considering the excellent quality of marijuana that is wrapped up in that zig-zag. After my PC died a glorious death in the battle of liberating the words trapped within my head, a Constant Reader in San Francisco gave this little note-book to me and while I'm not ungrateful, I wish somebody would pay me for the words I write so I could buy something worthy of Drew Kazinsky.
In finishing this whatever the hell it is (that somehow gave me twenty-five points for the writer's cafe), I would like to wish you a long life of health and love, along with success in anything you decide to do. This may not mean much from a half-a*s literate writer who is also a high school drop-out but when I become a notorious and infamous writer, then it will mean something (maybe this review could be worth something more than an annoyance, lol). Because that is the future, my good man. I am destined to be one of America's greatest Outlaw Journalists/writers, surpassing even Bowden, Thompson and Bukowski. Millions of people will read the words I write. Until then, you will do just fine. Maybe (I hope) you will indulge that little voice I know is speaking inside your head, the one that urges you to read more of what I write, if only out of morbid curiosity. Indeed. Take care and keep that pen to the paper.
Sincerely, the crazy, killer cracker with a red beard from KAZINSKYVILLE and is the epitome of absolute KAZINSKYNESS......ayup.
Andrew Nicolas Farrens
Drew Kazinsky
West Stockton, California
051013

100/100

westies209

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow. That's some long a*s review. I've been prescribed Klonopin, Valium and Xanax in that order. I would take them as prescribed until the bottle was out, go to my monthly visit with the VA psyche doc and say no thank you. I will admit Benzos were somewhat effective for the treatment of PTSD but they did it by erasing all of your emotions and I didn't like that at all. The side effects from antidepressants (particularly SSRI's) were many and seemed to be focused primarily on my dick, pissing, cuming get hard and so on. Anything that f***s with a man's dick I am not taking so they were off the table within a month as well. So at the moment I just take something for sleep and that's it. I guess I'm a poor candidate for the chemical cure. Good luck with the outlaw writer gig Andrew. If it helps you at all just know that I believe in you.

[Andrew N. Farrens]

Thank-you, my friend, after I wrote the above for basically what amounted to s***s and giggles, my day took a turn for the worse but alas, such is life. Be carefulwith those SSRI's because not only can they cause issues like you mentioned above, they can also trigger seizures. That is why tramadol (brand-name ultram) is so damned dangerous because it's opiate acting SSRI. Scary s**t for humans but oddly enough, they work rather well on older dogs and cats suffering in chronic pain. My mother and father were both in the medical field (mom's a Clinical Nurse Specialist R.N. with a Masters Degree in Neurology from UCSF and my drug addicted father was a respiratory therapist before his death in 2007) and combined they have over sixty years of experience. I developed a fascination about studying what I put into my body; if it wasn't 'safe', I wouldn't do it. What I mean to say at this late hour is that if you ever have medical questions, I can either answer them or get the answer. Take care......ANF

[Marie]

Someone is being really honored here...

[Baby Ricochet]

Thanks Marie

[Frieda P]

Another peek at your soft underbelly here Mark, you can be really sweet, I know you don't want that to get around, so I won't mention it!

[Baby Ricochet]

LOL. Thanks Frieda

[MOON]

Lovely write and tribute!

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you moon

[Tai Ryens]

I... morose as it is, imagined heroine the other way around. A sweet relief despite the complications that life hands to us. Perhaps this is why they call it heroine?

[Baby Ricochet]

That's one way of looking at it. Thanks for stopping by Tai

[quinfinn]

nice to see the softer side of ricochet from time to time...this is very sweet and relate-able, it is a place where i have seen you go before and you wax it quite well...proving that your "turf" is anywhere you want it to be at that particular moment. very nice job, Mark...impressive and deeply moving.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you quinfinn

[quinfinn]

any time, my friend...great work!

[KAOlmsted]

I have no words. This is simply beautiful, Mark. (I hope she's seen this.)

100 is not high enough.

[Baby Ricochet]

Lexus reads pretty much everything I write, usually before I post it. It goes double if it's about her. She's much more private about things than I am. I'm kind of desensitized that way from all the bloody group therapy I've sat through over the last few years. Thank you for the review Kimmer. I'm pleased you liked it

[KAOlmsted]

Nice. The Brit has only ever read (well, heard me read to him) two of my pieces...the first one, Stupidity Kills, he told me it sounded like somebody was just throwing a bunch of big words out to try to make themselves sound smart xD The other was Adelaide, because he knows the lady, and he really liked that one. He's not a book kind of guy, he's mostly clinical and mathematical, so you're lucky to have found someone who shares your interests.

Anyway. My absolute pleasure, Mark...this is really beautiful.

[Jack...]

Ok, someone is now stepping on my turf... :)>

Beautiful Sir, this was simply beautiful and obviously written from somewhere deep in your heart. I am completely impressed with your work here. You are a lucky man to have someone who is so loving and caring to stand beside you in your dark days and your brightest of futures. Very nice.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Jack

[Mary Christabel George]

Baby you just impressed me today...
It is so decent & elegant.
For all those who had that heroine in their life?
They shall feel that you have written on their behalf.

[Baby Ricochet]

Thank you Mary

[Mary Christabel George]

You are welcome Baby always....:)