Every hair in place,
Arms positioned just on the hips,
Head slightly to the left,
Shoulders back,
Eyes wide, big smile.
Shutter clicks.....
You’ve always had a knack for capturing perfection behind a lens
Like a beautifully choreographed dance, all these small parts, strung together
To create a jaw dropping performance of pixels that seemed to sparkle across my screen
It certainly drew in envious eyes
“You’re so lucky”, “I wish _____ made me look like that in photos”, “you must love having your picture taken all the time” “all your photos look like model shots”
It’s true, they did.
Each one gracefully constructed to diminish any flaws and highlight only the best.
Yet I longed for something raw,
The imperfect.
It’s the accidental click that caught me mid laugh at a friends joke I ached for
It’s the “i just saw a dog walk into this bar” face I make, no matter how many dogs I’ve seen that day
Or we’re drenched in our gear, waiting out the storm of what was supposed to be an ideal shoot, but we’re happy just to be together
Maybe it’s my sweatpants, messy hair, eating pancakes in bed on a Saturday morning and I tell you to delete it immediately
It’s those moments I crave to have a snapshot of
To reminisce on all the life that filled us everyday,
The triumphs, the laughter, the nitty gritty, the downright miserable
I want the chaos of real life captured
Not just the illusion you could create with an artists hands
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC
I wake up, it's April 1st
It should be like any other April 1st,
the weather shifting from cold to warm, to cold, as Mother Nature cannot make up her mind just yet
Green stems peeking out from under soft soil, damp from the rain before sunrise
sound filling the air is of sweet blue jays and the occasional hummingbird buzzing by
Children down the street are drawing on the sidewalk with brightly colored chalks, while their parents talk about Easter plans
A sense of excitement, of new beginnings as the winter blues melted away with the snow
But today is not that April 1st.
I'm woken by hail, pounding down on this rusted cabin roof
The air is stale and weighs heavy in my lungs
the birds are bustling about as usual, but instead of sweet melodies, I'm irritated at their noisiness
No sign of children playing,
no sign of parents making weekend plans
When my eyes finally do catch another person
Its fear and uncertainty filling their eyes
it's wearing a mask so they don't breathe in the same air as I
it's wearing tightly fitted gloves on both hands
It's the strong stench of disinfectant we both bathed in prior to stepping out our own door
It's locking eyes, not from an beautiful human connection, but in pleads to keep your distance
It's a world I do not recognize
all remnants of a different time, all dreams, and all futures have been stashed away
put in a box and shoved under a bed for safe keeping
praying tomorrow we can dig them back out,
dust them off,
and the world we remember will come pouring out of them
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:29 AM UTC
We were once so full:
of 'hello pretty girl, good morning handsome',
goodnight kisses,
arms entangled around each other
We spoke 'I love you's as if the words were air that filled our lungs
My skin knew yours like a cloak, drenched, but keeping me safe from the rains
Your eyes were my lighthouse, guiding me home when the storms that surrounded me grew heavy.
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
They see us hand in hand
Arms wrapped around each other
They say things, 'cute couple' and 'new love '
They hear of our plans for our future together, our promises and they say...
'It's too soon' or 'you hardly know one another'
But that's the beauty behind the mask
'They', they don't know the struggles we faced to get here
The nights of tears, of uncertainty
The war among hearts that led our arms to be holding on so tight
They don't know the tests we've already had to overcome
To be able to share that kiss out at dinner
To be able to hold your hand as we walk through the park
So we'll let their opinions fall past
Because like an iceberg,
Only a fragment is visible on the surface
While the rest lies below, hidden under layers of blue waters
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
How strange.
How beautifully strange a moment is.
once lost among the shadows,
Now we gleam in the brightest of light
A season ago I longed for you,
And the chances seemed so far out of reach
I ached for touch, your kiss, your voice
And now;
We're in a whirlwind of love, of kisses, of deep looks, and 'just one more minute's with one another
A loop that will never cease
And those days of disparity,
Are soon to be long forgotten
Pushed out of our memories
As the love keeps pouring in
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
Is it too late?
If I showed up at your door tonight, would you ask me to walk away?
Would you let me stay?
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
I'll admit,
Sometimes it's easier to pretend I don't love you
Than to deal with the fact that I do more than I can handle
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Beep, beep.....
Jolt me from my sweet dream
Check the time, 6:55a.m.
Late again
Coffee and granola it is then
One contact in, who needs the other
Do I really need a shower before work?
No probably not, Wait, did I shower yesterday?
No time
Hit the road
Green light turns straight to red,
Now coffee stains these old blue jeans
Whew, finally made it
Wash one dog, two dogs, ten dogs
Drool for gel, two bite marks,
Hair in my mouth that's not even my own
1 pm finally arrives!
Oh yeah, school
Three homework assignments, one exam, two papers,
Don't forget to follow up your discussion boards
Here comes job number two
Bus that table,
Take out that order,
Table 152 needs silverware
Get yelled at by the lady with the chicken salad
Back, forth, back, forth
How many steps can my legs make in one day
Check the time
11:47p.m.
Count up tips,
Walk the creepy parking lot alone,
Home..
Look at this bed
My bones are aching, tired and sore
Yet this bed isn't even tempting
To my exhausted body, to my exhausted heart
But I'll crawl in anyways
Beep, beep.....
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
And I just miss you...
That's all there is to it.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
I know I could live without you,
I could eventually watch the snow fall without the image of your face burning in my memory
Someday I could pick up a sunflower and not feel the remnants of your lips on mine
I know I could be fine
But what if I don't want to
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC