sleepless nights
tumescent, crystal blue eyes
with a tang of radiance
as the sun soars into the clouds
scintillantly
the luminescence
of the sun
provides a finite vigor
to the heart
of the broken
scintillantly
as the sun soars into the clouds
with a tang of radiance
tumescent, crystal blue eyes
reach sleep
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
the inglorious expression
rests upon my face
as I hear your footsteps
calling my name
and your heart
yearning for the warm touch
of my yielding
white
hands
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
each and every
rose petal
is a dove...
scarlet leaflets
that resemble
a heart
when it first reconciled
with love.
a merciful breeze
which opens the eyes of the dove
so that it sees
love is not love,
it is an affliction
caused by another person's existence
yet love is radiant
as its rays
leave hearts patulous
and expecting more from the vast galaxies,
not the tumult of a fragile rose petal
each and every
rose petal
is a dove
leaking compassion
for those who aren't compatible
with the world's ego
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
my heart has been broken about as many times as the tides have changed,
as many times as the sun has sunken into the valleys and ascended into the stars as a half crescent moon.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
the riptide
crawls up
my spine
just as I begin
to free myself from
its arms of
injustice
and
heart of
deviation
I just
want
a simple moment of
clarity...
a moment where I can
breathe
and
descry
a ceiling imbued with
voluminous clouds
and serene
blue.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
I drink coffee every morning
spicy black coffee thick whole cream no sugar
cramps often fill my stomach after
the concoction is swallowed but
it feels good
when my heart picks up and goes faster
jumping and throbbing a little precocious (for so early)
socorro socorro I am buzzing
you are hiccups
not going away
Pini de Roma 4th movement cannot numb me
like you do
I am thin and small (very small)
---anyone can hurt me but not really
tickle my feet and I'll kick harder than
if you cut my heart in half-ness
best friend soulmate unforgettable
your clothes smell like me (not you)
now --less intoxicating i sleep better--
but I love them terribly much because
you taught me to love myself so
best friend soulmate unforgettable
they still smell like you
through me
in me
11:11
i wish for her infinity
and our infinity
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
If people were like peaches
the scent of their beauty would slap your face and astound you before you catch sight of them.
The constantly blushing skin breaks when bitten to reveal the sweetness cloaked within.
Some flesh is left around the heart that has been hardened by too many days abandoned in the sun.
The body is consumed ravenously by the eyes and mouth, the most beautiful part of the fruit.
But then the heart appears, the absolute entity of the fruit.
The heart has never been a competitor of beauty for its delicious casing.
And so it is disposed.
Without a backward glance.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC