sunrise, sunset
birds fly, land, and fret
doctors mend, treat and heal
write wake, write and feel.
sunrise, sunset
the fish swims while the parrot pecks,
the bees nestle back into their hives
as the moon lifts, and the sun dives.
sunrise, sunset
the diaries cease to forget
when all go back to rest
with the sunrise, sunset.
so as the babies mumble and the children cry,
the world lives and nature thrives.
the mother yawns and resets
with the sunrise and the sunset.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
I am done,
but I am far from
being able to run
for there are no guns
in my reach, no, none.
By guns, I do not mean
the kind of machines
that take lives and protect queens.
By gun, I mean
something that would trigger me
to run, and disappear
completely.
So until I find one,
I will keep moving on
but just remember that I am done,
and in search of a gun.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
Inevitably disabled
with the ability to think.
The cosmos mean nothing
to my poor, misled mind.
Although the smoke
filled my lungs
and sent me soaring,
I still followed the shadow figure
down a long flight of stairs,
a figure we call sadness,
and looked into the emptiness
And stared at the vastness
and just gawked,
in awe of how
the shadow figure
could show me all of this
oblivion.
Inevitably blessed
with the ability to think.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:08 PM UTC
An undeniable fact;
I am alone.
Although I am trapped
on this vast and
densely populated planet
with billions of creatures
that share the same thoughts-
I am alone.
Whether that is because of me
or because of them,
I am alone.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
do you see the leaves,
the branches,
the moss -
can you see how much I love you?
do you see the birds,
hear the wind
and feel the sun-
can you see how much I love you?
do you see the windows
and the doors
on the house -
can you see how much I love you?
do you see the rocks
in the grass
around the pond -
can you see how much I love you?
do you see the trees sway
and the leaves fall
and the tears on my face-
can you see how much I love you?
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
door slam
mad man
walks toward me.
breathe silently
listening to footsteps
pounding violently.
loud curse,
short verse,
shouted words.
gruesome silence
laid naked
on our tongues
as he
looked me in the eyes,
held my hand
and said
nothing.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Your touches lasted for what seemed like hours.
They stained my skin with such
an incredible sensation
that seeped into my veins
and led to my chest
where the feeling now resides
and there it will stay
until you come back to fill my heart
with something new.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
we sat next to each other
and I ignored the tension
and laughed and teased
and felt at ease
but you grabbed my hand
and traced my palm.
your touches
slowly crawled up my arm,
your thumb massaged mine
and you pulled me closer
and raised my hand to your mouth
and kissed my fingertips with your soft, soft lips
.
but this incredible lust
would pass with time
and you would never truly
be mine.
so I tried to convey all of my pain
in a soft kiss on your shoulder
and as I released myself from your grasp
my eyes started to tear,
and I forced myself to realize
that it is probably best
that I will never get back the sensation
of having you at my fingertips.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
I will hold your patience
to the test, with
mere glimpses
of my careful self
And
I will do so
by pouring myself
into your hands,
drip by drip,
like a hot tea.
A rare, scolding
feeling.
An intriguing smell,
and a soothing steam.
Slowly rising,
filling your brain
with the thought of me,
hot, hot tea.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
People don’t see the pictures I paint in my head.
They laugh at me when I call myself an artist.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC