Everyone has a tell
an insignificant twitch
a slight change in demeanor
a subtle physical distortion
Two dime-sized octagonal flaws
flushed pink
appear just southeast of my left eye
after the water ceases to flow
leaving only a riverbed
salt
in its wake
Pulled together
Faking poise
and doing it well
*Those two **** dime-sized octagonal flaws*
give me away.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
...when he turns the wrong direction
down a one way street
and your heart stands still
...that freshly bathed and laundered aroma
that swirls around your brain,
intoxicatingly clean with a hint of nature,
unblemished by cologne
...effortless introductions,
accompanied by full grins
and glimmering eyes
...stumbling upon the perfect harmony
to the melody of his chuckle
...the vertical space between hearts measuring at over a foot
while the horizontal space from strong, broad shoulders
to delicate freckles rests at less than 3 inches
...a first hug exchanged, gentle and cautious,
yet still leaving a burning fire
where skin met skin
...this
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 3:15 AM UTC
A year ago
today
I was a
we.
Somewhere
between
here......
and
......there
I became a
me.
Happy.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
Hundreds of little droplets
tethered together
perched on clusters of wire
set in five
swing across the surface
at varying rates
up down
and around
until they plunge into
final resolution.
Most see a mess of lines and inkblots.
an indecipherable language
a cousin to Braille
They see the only stark contrast,
black against khaki
the page aged with affection
while I hear the harmony.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
Honey,
I only chase dreams.
Not drinks and never people.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
words go dry
before they leave the mouth
the will to write has gone
the stories have left me
the minds distract
the heart, intact
no emotional ups or downs
no feverish laughs
no sobbing sounds
time finally learned to freeze
and the words go dry
in the riverbed of thought
a desert landscape
until a monsoon comes again
to drown it
in new metaphors
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:55 AM UTC
The metamorphosis shocks
sunshine and lava sprout
harmonize to the
gentle caress of Autumn
solemn yet beautiful
she reaches a time
when it pains
much too much to hide
with every billowing leaf
golden tears are shed
the ground
a vibrant sunset of colors
plastered with sorrow
That naked tree.
she shivers and quakes
Alone
through the blustery winter
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:33 AM UTC
And in that moment,
inhaling the pleasant mix of
lingering cologne and
cheap alcohol
when we became statues,
ear to chest
hand to back
enveloping skeletons
unable to move,
one more breath
two
three
eternity
I found my home.
But I'm not your "Sweet Home"
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC