I sat amongst scattered papers.  I felt the tears begin to dry on my cheeks only to be replaced by fresh ones spilling over from tired eyes.  I found a tiny treasure trove.  In the hopes of rearranging storage to create more, I found a ziplock bag filled with torn, worn, tattered pages.  The fading of the words in pencil mirrored my memory of most of them.

I pulled the papers gently from inside and read the emotions written there.  Poems and thoughts so long ago written.  So much love, despair, and confusion.  I read the words of a young girl longing for friendship, love, acceptance.  I read of so much hurt and regret.

Scattered memories became clear among those scattered papers.  I could see myself sitting cross-legged on my twin bed staring out the window blaring music into my ears from the beloved headphones gifted to me from my mother.  The same mother I had just called “Bitch” two faded pages ago.  Age 12.

Tears threatened again as more pages turned.  “A Small Child’s Picture”.  The dried tear stains in the margin beckon the memories of heartache and desolation.  “From Within”.  The overwhelming fear and pain stab me straight to the heart again as it did when my 17 year old hand penned it.  Love lost, found, forgotten.  It all was hidden and closed in this yellowed plastic bag.

Facing “Skeletons in the Closet” now is much easier than 19.  Sharing those skeletons with “Eyes of Brown” was “Liquid Love”.  I gasped as I saw my life around me.  My head throbbed and my heart pounded.  I just sat there and sobbed as I read again my words of 13, “I Miss My Daddy”.

I wipe away the sadness and replace the papers.  I slide the lock closed and stand to stretch.  I open up my laptop and wait for her to finish warming up.  I browse through the documents hidden there.  I can’t help but smile.  I open a new document and begin typing.  My fingers tingle and my mind hums. As “My Pussy Quivers” teases my soul.

I watched as the fog laid a heavy blanket on the Earth.

Lulling it to sleep as if it whispered an antediluvian lullaby.

Silently laughing as the ancient sun warrior slept overhead.

As his devious laughter rose, the mighty sun woke

Stretching out his mighty arms and

Throwing open his hands.

Fire flew from his fingertips as

He illuminated the land below.

Unheard screams filtered from the mist as it

Coiled and retreated in fear.

Limbs from the mighty oak danced gracefully

Dropping its dew to douse the growing

Firey smoke slithering from the waking land.

Sometimes I am asked to write for a contest or as a special “blogger”.  This is one the pieces I did for a dear friend on MySpace.  I was to write a defining moment.  Enjoy.

The Ultimatum
by: The Official Naked Nurse

The soft lap of the water eased itself up and over the concrete steps.  I closed my eyes in the warming embrace of the early summer sun.  My long blond hair fell helplessly over my shoulders barely grazing the ground.  My eyes partly open.

I hear the graze and squeak of the metal gate as it swings open and shut.

He walks in.

I propped to my elbows as he slides into the lounge chair.  I mumble the answer to his question but quickly blushes with embarrassment as he sets his phone down.

Little did I know that I played right in the plan of Destiny.  The Fates.

My legs ached as I recovered from my last sexual encounter.  And, I licked my lips as I drank him in feeling the lightening strike my soul as in answer that my soul mate peered back at me.

Those lips parted.  Muscles rippling. Water dripping down his chest as he climbs out of the pool.

My voice cracked as we spoke.  My heart felt like butterflies were teaching it to fly.  My insides tickled.

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Our courtship began.

Our dating was quick and powerful.

My “wild oates” haunted our “tomorrow”.

The ultimatum given:

Will you be mine and mine alone?  Or, do have a hidden promiscuous need?  Are you done shuffling the cards of lovers?

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The choice in other time in my life would have been to take the deck of cards and run.  My defenses when faced with an ultimatum would have made me say no, before him.  But he made me sizzle.  Captivated my core, my soul.

I said yes.

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Love can find you when you aren’t looking.  Your soul searches for its mate.  All you have to do is be willing to say yes.

I was saved from a path of self destruction.

Me….

My eyes are blue
like the turmoiled sky…
My nose
So softened…
Lips that caress at
cupids bow
Eyebrows poised over
careful stares
And…
a gaze that shares the

And the ears that echo
the constant sound of the alarms…



I have so many things I want to say
So many thoughts that need a way out
I close my eyes to visions and the weight of the
day crashes down.
The slumped heads and
broken hearts
Grandkids saying the final goodbye
My calling they say is
THIS DAMNED PROFESSION

Compassion
Dedication

But watching as the tear drop falls
I turn to push the next syringe.
My name I’ll sign to the fucking chart

I walk on black but glow of gold
Trust me….
As your hand I hold.
My eyes turn grey and cloud like yours
Granting just one last wish….

A chance for all to give a mournfilled kiss.
….This is

Me.


Naked Nurse