I sit by the window
overlooking a pretty garden
the laptop screen and I
awashed in the
dull afternoon golden glow
No furrowed eyebrows
no taut forehead
no teeth clenched
no walking on eggshells
no crying
you're finally gone.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 8:43 AM UTC
Glorious low-hung autumnal sun.
Sunlight captured
in the halo of my dandelion puff.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
your feelings
and words
mercurial
like the seasons
And I stood
steady like the sun.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Sitting in the backseat of the car
suffused with the bonhomie
of a happy little family
I gaze into the rear-view mirror
pleased with my twenty two
year old reflection
Content with the richness
of the moment
I smile to myself and doze off.
Somnolence exits and the
nightmare begins unveiling
My world and I spinning together
in a collision of gas disgorging
metallic machines on wheels
Gyrating out of rhythm
as the toppling subdued
shrieks of raw fear subsided
my family comes out unscathed,
my head as if dipped in
dull scarlet paint
a forehead ripped apart
blood drops dancing on the lashes
I sit in a daze
processing the shock
with the smell of the blood
and a death that was near
and I say thank you to God.
For honoring the wish
of a ten year old who had prayed
please let it always be
her before them.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
You clandestinely waltzed into my life
leavened my moribund nights
lifted me up
with your graceful arcs of gab,
full of bewitching sweet nothings
and swirling soft kisses
you held the vise for my time and
unmitigated attention.
And I liked making you laugh.
Happy little period
where we dabbled in
the daily saccharine twaddling.
The days gave way to nights
and time warped into a honey glob
on declivity, disintegrating gradually
while gravitating.
The bonhomie finally
fizzled out.
And I wallowed in disbelief
at your furtive retreat
silly me, cocooned in ingenuity
waited for you to come back
whilst you moon walked
and cachinnated with the hip chicks.
Rivulets of tears
fused with cheap dark ***
and months rolled into years
yet no cue of your return.
You moved on and I was still
stuck three years behind.
Love felt like a prison
where I was serving a life
sentence for your transgressions.
Doleful eyed, weary of waiting
and heaving dolorous sighs,
nearing nadir.
It took me a long time to
finally accept defeat
and obliterate the last
shreds of sanguinity.
It took me a long time
to realize that
I cannot chase love.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
Countless neon thoughts sprouting
in a bajillionth of a second
whizzing past each other speedily
like bullets
in every direction
constructing a matrix
of your vestigial memories
in their wake.
And now I am trapped again.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
I lost you many years ago.
Why do you still make me lose time?
Why it befell on me
this need to immortalize
our awkward tongue pirouette?
Because it was the only real thing
we shared, which is now
frozen in continuum?
Because your words,
your meaningless symbols
masqueraded as
verisimilitudes of unending affection?
Because I still hope that
you will come back?
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC
Tracing the
blanched blotched skin on my burnt leg
takes me back to the days of
undulating cotton skirts and unblemished skin
under some summer sun.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
The cigarette hanging precariously
on the edge of that mouth.
Those pursed lips exhaling smoke
and pouring my bedroom
with the sick sweet smell of marijuana.
Playing a body contortionist, eyes closed
to the beats of my favorite song.
Dancing the last dance.
And that wicked grin
playing no wicked games.
Between wistful delirious visions of you
and the present unambiguous with your
absence,
sanity beckons.
And so I wait for your face to slowly
dissipate like the smoke
from your lit joint.
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC