Where does inspiration come from?
A bubble waiting to burst,
thirsting for a host,
making the most of this splendor,
turning one thought into many...
creating something worth sharing.
Do we allow these thoughts to come to us only when we're ready?
What if they never come?
It's been a dry spell.
When will it rain again?
Again,
Again,
Again...
Is it a crime to be this happy?
Something is bound to go wrong.
Where does inspiration come from?
Despair.
It's been a dry spell.
Somewhere deep inside I want a storm.
Is it a crime to be this happy?
The self-indulgent reckoner in my mind,
give me chaos.
You want the perfect dream...
But you could never possibly imagine,
or believe that everyday is already the perfect dream.
Give me chaos over a happy ending,
again, again, again...
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
*You ask me why I don't write as much nowadays,
but have you read my last two poems about you?
You give me a love that's different.
"You say it's effortless, easy - for me I'm speechless."
I've told you before,
we're conditioned -
To love the way we're taught to.
How we've fought,
for love in the past
and how we continue to.
We are conditioned.
By our first love, and every single love after that.
I don't mean to place the blame on anyone else, but...
the words we have to communicate sometimes fall short...
the fights make you think you love more...
more feelings involved.
Doing everything necessary in your power,
protecting my feelings,
fixing the situation the best you know how.
You've been giving.
These fights are selfish.
I'm sorry.*
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
*I've shown passion by
an exhibition of raw emotions -- silk screen tapestries
bleeding, overlapping into conflicting patterns,
the inconsistencies seen as flaws.
I've given love through
disagreements, pain, serenity,
vehement disdain.
You showed me passion by
courageously fighting everyday,
making the chaos united
displaying one single masterpiece.
You gave me love through
beautifully woven-words coupled with your soulful eyes.
I'll show you passion by
enjoying your zest for life,
as you talk with perfect strangers --
forming connections,
creating laughter wherever you go,
your wisdom will show.
I'll willingly give you all my love, as you have loved me*
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
*These thoughts consume me,
Like the moon, swallowed up by clouds -
I think of nothing else.
It is the greatest deceit when we compel ourselves,
us pretenders, we smile;
start forgetting it's all an act
we've mastered the art of distraction.*
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
*Te adoro
the way you adore me.
Sweep me off my feet
even though it's quite the feat -
to convince me
with sweet sentiments
have me reeling, writhing -
with both pleasure and acceptance.
You say it's effortless, easy -
for me.. I'm speechless.
I've seen lust in a man's eyes
far too many times
but you - you look at me like I'm gold treasure.
Not left bemused, but you call me your muse.
Not
spun around tactlessly,
plucked indelicately,
abused, subdued, misused.
Abandon all hope.
Sometimes I think,
I don't know how to speak, feel or write about love anymore.
Familiarity with the fear - but you allow me to feel.
Te adoro.*
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
*That house on Halstead,
with its rod-iron rusted gate,
that creaks eerily and groans when pushed aside,
looks abandoned.
Sparse lemons splayed the patches of dead earth where nothing grows, while ants playfully dance on their yellow-grey skins.
Your 1980s Kawasaki vibrating beneath us,
I'm holding you tightly as we rock back and forth on your driveway.
And we are heading nowhere. I know this, but I don't care.
I gaze at you in the circular side view mirror,
donning bed head, and your dusty clothes that moments before lingered on your bedroom floor. Arms still grasping you.
But right now, you don't see me. You never really did.
I catch a glimpse of myself, sullen lustful eyes and wild raven tresses.
You tore me apart piece by piece, my ego bruised like the dried out lemon husks we sometimes would pick up and squeeze juice from for our tea.*
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
Placing the bandaid
on top of the next.
Placating my irrational thoughts,
but all so fleeting.
I'm happy. Then...
the wounds peak through,
I know these outside influences
whether drugs or relationships won't hold up
in the ultimate goal -
the real happiness quantifier.
That happiness
Beautiful soulful careless laughter
Give me that happiness.
Sing and dance,
but not at the expense of my lungs and kidneys.
Talk about something you know
For you.
Intrinsically fascinating,
Not fabricating lies based on ideas
for Others to like you.
Stop pleasing others for their expense.
Please yourself through ridding
Yourself of dense
Self pitying thoughts and
Push-over tendencies
Rejection fearing
and Stop baring these heavy suicidal thoughts.
Learn
To appreciate your worth,
You have a gift of
Kindness, intelligence, mindfulness.
I love myself
Or at least I'm learning to
and the healthy way.
By myself.
And I won't ask your opinion, is that okay?
Yeah I'm still learning.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
My mind: inundated,
infiltrated with booming thoughts and desires.
Multiplying in one huge devastating explosion.
One after another.
Feeling your desire from a higher
energy that is pulsating through my veins,
making its way into my very being.
I crave you intensely,
immensely, mind numbingly so.
But the weeds begin to sprout,
My garden of anxiety and doubt.
I know you have your own garden to tend.
I can feel you too,
Inside of me, my mind that is.
Eyeing your beautiful,
arbitrary haphazard thoughts.
Stream of consciousness.
Connecting the dots
to tell the conclusion, there's been no
Illusion. Of my mind. Only assumption.
Not to have any confusion,
with how I feel for you
and what I think about.
Now back to assumption.
It's an evil thing.
Have the gumption
To do something about it.
All thoughts were not made equal.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Fear consumes,
but mind alludes
To you -- statuesque repose,
my heart swells in happiness.
What constitutes as fear?
An unpleasant feeling.
Our body tells us to react:
Chest tightens in expectation,
resist the urge to jump out of my skin.
Not wanting to resist the urge to jump onto yours...
be close to you in your warmth,
the sweet serenading cadences of your voice,
tracing, outlining, making me vocalize,
like a full harmonizing choir.
You are worthy, so worth it.
Unconventional, not intentional...
finding you, compassionate soul.
You make me brave, undismayed --
swayed by your gentle tenderness.
Fear consumes,
but what is fear when your mere presence brings me peace.
Chest loosens in tranquility, our heartbeats synchronized.
Once wary, now calm.
Fear is flat,
you taught me that.
An unobserved, irrational self-created entity.
Fervently fearless with you.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
*Finding value in material wealth...
when the only wealth you needed was my abundance of love,
baked in warm buttery homemade cookies,
rose petals shedding all over the kitchen table, one by one, your fragrance lingers as I struggle to catch my breath,
you struggling to say you love me, but you show me instead through deeds you did,
letters you sent,
food you prepared for us,
wine and liquor that you poured down my willing throat.
I'm struggling to breathe and I almost feel you.
Forbidden to touch you, but I know that feeling...
as if all too well, your fragrance lingers.
Miles and miles between,
I can hear the warm fireplace crackle, see the salty-snow covered ground,
your melodic carefree laughter turns to a beleaguered hungry stare, fixating on your prey...
You only feast when you feel like it.*
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC