The Collective Works and Homepage of Miss. Mel "Pixi" Anderson

words touch

like a crimson blush

slowly making its way

into a subtle flush

fires sear across my flesh

inching down

across my breast

whispered delicately

as a fluttering touch

your unsaid words

say all too much

©MCA07

I sit and sigh
as I pen another line
You've again been running all day
through this mind

I see you've been here,
reading my words
Do you know they are for you?

I scratch out that last line
decide it's not time
and listlessly beathe through
a less wasteful rhyme

I ponder what you're doing
for a moment or two
and throw the whole paper out
Do you know these words are for you?

Your sly smile goes racing
like a vision in my sight
I think of the beautiful words
that you write
And think mine are nearly as ready to see
as the broken heart poet
dissapears for the night

Do you know my words were for you?

©MCA07

I dream of you
Every night

A poet
A man who makes my soul
with every word uttered sigh

I dream tonight

Of words you wrecklessly exposed
Upon my pallet
Predisposed

I know you have another
Love that’s so inclined

Yet just for this moment

May we pretend those words for me
They signed.

©MCA07

How can I try to be any where near

Worthy of the light you seep

How can I give a joyful noise like even

Your deepest snore

How can I laugh like your gleeful heart

In the night

Quiet

Even hopeful

Over hours of written word in candlelight

How can I offer everything you deserve

When I cannot even fathom it

A tattered gypsy girl you’ve found

Nothing but a soul do I have

How can I offer more than a kettle and a tale

When even that is more than my pocket bestows

I offer you the ocean

As I see it

I offer you the Sea in all

It’s Glory

I offer you the moon as no other eye has ever seen it

I offer you the universe

How can I offer you the world that I have yet to see

How can I give you

What I cannot imagine possession being

I offer you something only I have seen

My heart in all its pitiless glory

In my palm on my sleeve

I offer you the world as I see it

Not what I have but what it can be

I offer you beauty beyond what it is

Defined to be

I offer you endless potential to be anything

Your soul wants it to be

If I could have but any wish

I’d give you the stars

The mountains

The Seas

I’d give you the moon

As it is meant to be seen

Not through mans eyes,

But that of the soul

I’d show you that you are the moon

The stars and

The sea

As beautiful, and as powerful as they are all to me.

 ©MCA 2005

I know you said to wake you,

but I don’t know if I have the heart…

because I know you’re dreaming,
of us not being apart.

I wish that I could kiss you, and snuggle you tonight,
but I guess the fates decided that gift wouldn’t be ours outright.

So here I am pondering if I should wake you or not,
with a simple phone call,
though I wish I could wake you on thought.

For I know you were so tired, and really needed sleep.

So would it be so selfish if I wanted to wake you for me?

©MCA 2006

Delicate words whispered

like a feather touch

enraptured musing

I can't seem to get enough,

painful graces of shared complacency

broken poets' heart

gently beats in sorrows rhythm

like the low murmur of willows weeping

rumbling as cascading waterfalls

of silent tears

crashing as leaden ink on parchment

helpless wishes sweetly written

as angels bashful kisses blown

on springs fresh flowers do grow-

contagious inspiration the Muses poet brings-

he alone in solace-

wrapped in Muses wings

it glows

across the fate of eternity

your words to mine

do show.

©MCA 1/27/07

What I should have done today..
I should have done something else
then what I did today
I should have rested-
layed my weary head
closed my sleepy eyes;
lazily staring at my phone
waiting on a halfhearted reply

I could have done something else
than what I did today
half sleeping- walking -lurking
through the ticking hours
nothing did I have to say
(I was thinking of you)
sigh-
time drags on as does insomnia
night-day it's such a blur-

I could have done something else
than what I did today
a word I wrapped myself around
as a pillow made of softened down
featherlight-
softens the fall as I daydream
another hour-
the sunset hues christen another night
floating aimlessly into this bower
wrapped in yards of what I could have done
were miles not calls
and things were not
as they seem.

©MCA 2006

In your Silhouette I saw a dying me
in your silhouette I saw a fate I could not keep

I reached to touch but could not linger
the Contre-jour was wrong so wrong
it robbed me of your sight

a graceful tear streaked slowly down my face
as defintion I was not meant to embrace

a moment I almost had
until I saw the empty space
where you almost were

a fleeting shadow of time swallowed all you were
leaving me empty palmed
reaching defiantly into dreams
thieving fate I was not allowed

in that fleeting silhouette I saw
a dream I could not have
swallowed by the light of day

my muses opened arms to me in my plight
and offered the solace of watchful stars
as day turned into night

yet in those stars I thought I saw
your silouhette again
perhaps a fitful dream

as my site again robbed of me
I saw my death again

©MCA2006

"honestly Im tired of burnt bridges.. I am weary of them , my entire life is built on ashes either of remembrences of friends or lost loves or relatives I never said goodbye to. I'm young and I feel old all the damn time lol. Honestly, what I really truly want. Is quiet. An inner sanctum of just quiet and peace. Love. Just solace with someone. But I have pretty much chalked my dumb headed decisions and life up to hopeless romantic nonsense and just resolved to be lonely and self reliant because Ive loved and lost twice and both times were of my making.
~Taken from a Conversation with a friend (my words)



Ashes to ashes a bridge falls down
can a new one be built
when new love is found

what if new love
is found in the old
what if new love is found where it was sold

what if new possibilities arise from the ash

a new found exterior
a love rehashed-
replanned

ashes to ashes
can a friendship be bound
where once ignorance reigned
or uncertanties found?


can a new life begin where ones buried in soil
a tree once bones
now willing to grow

do angels become of ones lost dear friends?
does new life and love
become from what was amend'ed?

Do ones inner cry- plea
a disheartened note
become a song from the gutteral
broken heart throat?

become a choir of angels soft embrace?

or do I merely need to envision a face?

Do I need to say goodbye or hello to my past?

Do I need to embrace the love I thought never did last?

Ashes to Ashes another bridge fell down
will time heal those wounds
was a new lover found?

Did a new love replace that innocent face-
the same I once saw,
then had no flaw?

Now scarred just enough from those ashes and soot
to give me a moment
of inner turmoils root?

How do I know of these ashes did come -
someone I thought I lost
moons ago -
now none?

©MCA2006

Stop me,
before I go too far.
Stop me
before I seek to find that place,
that calls me,
summons me to you.
Your body,
your essence,
is calling.
Stop me,
before I fill myself
with your passion.
I fear
I will never get enough of you.
I may lay claim to all that is you
before Ive had my fill.
Stop me please,
I beg of you
for around you I cannot stop myself.
I give you all I am in this mortality,
for all that is
in your passion.
Stop Me.

©MCA2007

The sands of time
they stopped tonight
for only but one moment
they did-

I felt as if a flutter-
a butterfly envoked hurricane across my heart;
Chaos
for one split second
the sands of time-
they stopped as though clogged within that hourglass

trapped I had to think
but I could not in that second
you trapped me as you did so long ago
in a second then again
as you did now-

procrastinate to hold that moment-
too short; too long
I waited
what to say-
in a second-
in chaos
in a breath

across the world I felt a turbulent storm hit the sands
as I remembered the feel of the touch
of your gentle and yet rough hands-

Father Time and Mother Earth collided this night-
as lovers do in a frenzied passionate fleeting
plight

hurricane storms and lovers thorns in heated memories
times past they sank
into quicksand
of rememberance
hourglass
of time
a stifled song
of hummingbird
in the glass of time-
one second
a thought
a breath
too long
stopped
in the sands of time.

©MCA2006

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It's true that most poets tend to be helpless romantics.. this is a reflection of that. When crashing into an old lost love this poem came to me. Helpless I had to write it down. For I belive that in effect a single memory of a love exudes a million pulses of syncronized energy around the world of a million different chaotic ripples of raw emotion.

~ Chaos Theory (Butterfly Effect) The flapping of a single butterfly's wing today produces a tiny change in the state of the atmosphere. Over a period of time, what the atmosphere actually does diverges from what it would have done. So, in a month's time, a tornado that would have devastated the Indonesian coast doesn't happen. Or maybe one that wasn't going to happen, does. (Ian Stewart, Does God Play Dice? The Mathematics of Chaos, pg. 141)

The Fates are fickle
coated in icicles
longing for touches
passed through my soul

the Fates are fickle
needing one thing quickly changing
you appeared
never yearning
or did you?

did they touch you as so they touched me in this never ending night?

The Fates they swoop, they swarm,
they cackle,
as they seemeingly thread destiny into actions

choices into contemplation

fate into destiny

The Fates are fickle or so we claim
them never caring
who is to blame
only one purpose do they seem to share

my barren heart
on the platter in your care,

time holds no presedence in their realm
so long as my heart is on your drawn sword
no claim in this stake

its yours
its theirs
time
I have no choice
in the Fates realm.

©MCA2006

was it more than a hundred years since
or does it only seem it
your laughing face
those tender lips

a whispered dream to heaven sent

I thought I saw you yesterday
or was it dejavu
tommorrow if Im lucky
though I'll wait 10 hundred moons

I can't forget those bedroom eyes
stil haunting in my wakened doom

a breath upon my silken neck
no touch to follow through

I turned to fast
I spun to quick
to see you standing there

for like a dream a hundred since
Ive seen your breath
though not you
not you

©MCA2006