there’s a piece of you inside of me
I put it there for safe keeping
close to the beating pulse of my body
so I can still feel you when you’re not around
your presence envelopes me
your voice soothes me
your touch stimulates me
this piece I carry tightly kept
inside my breath
where no one can see
Sacred, where the she or him
Cannot take it from me
Solid, where the lack or not enough
Cannot waiver me
Protected in this quiet place
that may not actually exist
perhaps only in this prose
where letter meets paper
paper holds truth
truth is what I say
and I say this..
There will always be a piece of you inside of me
Forever.
From now
until the next life we meet.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 10:46 AM UTC
I see my naked reflection painted on the glass as I look out upon the night sky
the delicate sparkles make me smile like a little girl, lost in a daydream
The pungent smell of farmland gone bad disrupts the serenity of my scene
But no bother
I will not let the grandeur be tainted
As I gaze out at the romantic splendor
The song in the background transports me to a time when I danced with reckless abandonment
when my main priority was a game of kickball or maybe a long bike ride where I got lost in myself til the fading light of day guided me home.
Youth is never lost on the young if you pay attention
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
"Only kids play hide and seek", I tell myself,
as I ponder all the dimly lit, hidden places to squeeze my body into
I've never really been afraid of the dark until I try to hide
These empty cold spaces
that hold nothing but vacant memories of the last spider's web where weaving stopped
What's so scary about the dark?
If I carry my flashlight in my back pocket would I be less ashamed?
It's only a game
There's nothing to be afraid of
Yet it's the only thing I actually fear.
Things that go bump in the night always seem to control all the candles
being brazenly bold in the daylight
is easy
all eyes on me and the fleshed persona
that seems invincible
How can you be invisible when you are nothing but seen?
Center of attention
Applause from the stage
Seems as though there is nothing left to seek
It's what I hide from myself in dark
That makes me the most afraid
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Maybe the reasons are multitudes of many
Maybe the purpose of this path connecting is far too grand for just one thing
Maybe the worlds apart come close
Wrap in rhyme and swallowed in rhythm
To show this little girl that there is more then this
Maybe
Maybe this intertwined time is to guide the blind and haphazard to really see that which has been right in front of her eyes
Maybe that is what this is all for
You see me in my broken disconnect
Fighting to hide the hurt that lies deep behind my eyes
Passionate disconnect is still disconnected
Piecing back the pieces, with jagged edges and not enough glue
Maybe that's you
The sticky, free-flowing magic that's quickly filling in all the in betweens
The little light leaks that let the great seap
To all the wrong places
What does it feel like to be filled up?
Teach me to top off my overflowing cup
Feed me and my starving mind
Show me that true love is real
Help me explore the rest of this divine
I've waited so long to truly feel
This
My mind is ignited in a new creative flow
Doors blown open to let me
wander, or maybe I'll follow
Where ever you may go
A true love story grander then my imagination could create on my own
Maybe this is what I've been waiting for
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
I remember that day when I made a declaration to someone's mom who didn't really care
That day, when I stood proudly and said I'm moving to gold country
where dreams never sleep
with rolling hills, covered in golden grass as far as the eye can see
Where passion runs freely through the valleys, up the mountains and leaping off into the foggy sunsets
I'm moving to gold country where the weather is always perfect and life just seems easier somehow
Perfect
Such a strange word really, as I believe perfect doesn't actually exist
I moved to gold country where it never rains just sunshine and daydreams
Sometimes I miss the rain
The showers of perfection that seem to wash off all the things that hold me back
The pools of raindrops that house the wildest of childhood fantasies
I remember the times, in the mostly forgotten past
Sitting on the front porch, rocking in chairs that only squeaked when we sang
That childhood of long ago that's only lost in the longing of playing in the puddles
too big for one little girl
I remember the times
where we sat quietly listening to the thunder in the distance just far enough to connect the dots and lead us through the clouds on the backs of dragons to where the magic is hidden deep within the greatness of the sky
Watching quietly
as the majestic clouds burst open with these tiny droplets of rain that seemed to form sheets of blue, grey and what true perfection really is
I remember the times
sitting on that porch, watching the storms and nothing else mattered
Lost in the sea of rain that seemed to open the sky to everything I've ever hoped for
Sometimes I miss the rain
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 4:52 PM UTC
Then one day I decided to look to the left and saw a sky that was lit with strawberry tinted powder puffs.
This purple and pink persuasion of the possibility of what dreams may be
Then I look to the right and saw this milky, sweet honey of golden embodiment.
Wrapping gently round the mountains so the delicate light seemed to envelope its curves. Spreading vastly in to the great beyond that is the city.
Sherbet vs. custard
Who shall win?
Seperated by one sole bridge
Heading east quickly in to the decadence of tomorrow
Watching wistfully as the vibrant colors fade to muted exhuberance
The sunlight still reflects off the skyline like nothing ever happened
Burning gold
With fervent fervor
And purpose all its own.
Gold melding in to blue,
Swallowing the remnants of pink and softly reflecting the remaining flecks of violet
Dissipating in to the solid night sky
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
the misty raindrops collect on
the glass in front of me
as they dance across the windshield
I let my eyes blur
the out of focus somehow brings things far more into clarity
as the streams of drops connect in ways that I couldn't envision
I noticed the patterns
seem all-too-familiar
Noticing...
this thing that happens when mindless chatter stops
when all the blurry lines connect,
can I actually see?
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
I watched this cute little yellow balloon
as it rolled its way down the highway
weaving in and out of traffic
like it new exactly where it was going.
It meandered on it's gentle path
flowing with the breeze
seeming to have direction and purpose.
Never getting distracted or
losing sight of where it was headed,
I watched as the semi rolled by
thinking this was the end
but the little yellow balloon had other plans
it just kept on rolling down the path
knowing the destination and not swaying from it's mission
all the while, enjoying the passing breeze
from those that helped along its way.
I watched this yellow balloon
as it turned to get on the highway
following me or so it seemed to my final destination.
It had black letters written on it that I couldn't make out
I may never know what the word said but I'll always know
what the balloon had to say
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
I watch in wonder
Wide eyed and mystified
As the highway lines sway like jump ropes in the wind
My eyes are playing tricks on me again as I see a jack rabbit hopping in the dark
Pitch black mind you, only my headlights in the sky of the new moon
I'm not afraid of the dark anymore
Seeing life in slow motion, changes your perspective,
not only your perception
Listening only to the sound of the wind flying by the side panels sometimes the car rattles just to fill the silence
A new knowing that I'm not quite willing to accept.
How do you let go in to the magic of the universe
when you still don't trust yourself?
I suppose that will come next.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
The light of day slowly seeps in
as the gentle patter of rain becomes louder
Dissonant syncopation in the distance
It's gentleness soothes me in ways mostly forgotten
Let me sleep in a little longer
Lazily enjoying the romance of water and window
Let me lay here Til I can feel it on my face
If only in the depths of my wild imagination
Postpone my day while I daydream
Perhaps the rain will stop
But dreams never cease
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC