so many reasons,
so many stones
yet unturned,
for each poem
a season,
for every season,
a given reason

eyes, dimmer,
hearing, harder,
memories, ha,
disappear as fast as
footsteps upon
my island beach

this then
my log,
of places momentarily visited,
capturing the of,
of me,
the exactitude of
where, when and what
I felt

what felled me,
the long and lat,
of the attitudes of
breeze and currents,
the happenstance that carries
a desperate soul
eager and afraid
to remember

"how fragile we are"

so memorized records here,
for his storage and his places,
both filled and unfulfilled,

poems, nothing more,
flawed each,
product of a flawed man,

here, for all to see,
most of all,
for the man,
to see himself
when the eyes of his mind
at last be shuttered

4/11/16 8:04am nyc
A H S Aug 10

Time has
Gone by

Three months
To be exact

From the first

To the last

It feels like
An eternity

Of sleepless

And constant

Time only makes
The pain

In my heart

The numbing

In my fingertips

The tears in
My eyes continue

And the fear
In the pit

Of my stomach
That time

Will pass by
And the little

Time we had

Will only be
A distant memory

Not a constant

To see you
To touch you

To hear your voice
And feel your breath

Against the side
Of my neck

To feel your lips
As they love the
Taste of my skin

My depressing thoughts
A H S Jul 26

Blades grip
The smooth
Cold ice

The effortless
Gliding across
The ice

My feet know
Where to take

My body twirls
And spins

To the music

Into the ice
My face contourted
My eyes blurred

Floodlights flood
The room with light

Arms flow
Fingertips follow

Hair moves
Against the breeze

My body moves
Without thinking

It knows where to
Turn and spin

My arms hold me

The music thumps
Through my bones.

I have been battling to write recently. This is my view when I am figure skating.
A H S Jul 20

I spend my nights
Dreaming of you

I wonder if you
Think of me too

Lying in bed
Staring at the ceiling

Imagining your
Curves in the

I hear your name
And tense up

My heart beat
Rising uncontrollably

Will they see through

Will they see my
Hot cheeks

My avoiding

And fidgeting

My thoughts
Are uncontrollable

Everyday flooding in
But never leaving.

A H S Jul 22

You are here
In my arms

Our lips

Our bodies beating
At the same rhythm

A glance
Eyes meet
For a second

Our fingertips
Avoid each other's

No place to
Mess up


Not daydream

A H S Jul 16

A world gone AWOL

Day by day
Present but not

Head in the clouds
Fingertips in space

English gets replace
By Lingo

Social means
Multiple screens

Likes get more
Attention than hugs
And kisses

Modesty is out
Out the window

Lost beyond the

Romance lost in
The wind

Floating past all the cheaters
And hookers

Natural beauty
Turned into

False lashes
And counterfeit


For what

A doll

A bunch of sticks
Walking themselves
To death

Tell me
What is the point
Of wearing nipple covers
And knickers
Or transparent dresses

A world gone AWOL

Oh shit.

A H S Jul 16

A pill for this
A pill for that

But it could cause this
And it could cause that

But take it anyway
And see if you live

If you do, great
Now we can control you

Don't worry darling
It won't hurt.

Each day
A handful
Of colours
To do this and that
Who knows anymore?

Each capsule
A piece of me that
Gets taken away

A contradiction in itself

A scalpel cuts
Away pieces of me

To be dissolved into

For a building to
Be built

And only to be
Taken down for a
Smaller one

Never to be seen

When will it end
Day in and day out

I fill my hand
Each colour
My life
My emotion
My soul


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