I tell you of the time I almost drowned in the sea, because I wanted to know the taste of salt and ocean freedom. I was young, foolish and curious; a combination that invited disaster merely by existing in the same spheres of thought. The ocean was warm that day, although I thought it would be icy cold. I swam out against the tide and current, closed my eyes and let the murky turquoise waves wash over me; then darkness. Even in the midst of my suffocation, the loosening grip of this world never scared me, only calmed me. I wondered how it would be like to sink to the bottom and find serenity, peace and tranquility, away from the glaring rays of the sun and the fears that remained on the surface.

I lived to tell the tale of course,
but I never forgot how the sea gave me death and life all at once.

You laugh, and say you're very glad I'm still alive.
I smile in return, because I am too; to be able to meet you.

-

I never tell you how you are now the ocean for me.

(A.H.Z)

The rays of the full moon bleeds into my heart
and I smell you on the fabric of my clothes
and I shiver at the mere thought,
that you scare me to death

I let it go
I felt the pull of the ocean on your lips
I let it go
As thoughts dissolved in my mind

for the first time in years I felt alive
I remembered the confusions of love
the depression of fear and rejection
and the sting of tears in my eyes

three seconds of heaven
three seconds of quiet bliss
then you pulled away
and left me asking....

why

i don't think that missing someone or something
is defined by the things
that remind you of them
but by the fact that you slowly --
-- but surely
forget those things about them
like their voice
and their laugh
and the way they sang
when they were in the shower
because they thought you never listened
i think it's the forgetting
not the remembering
that drives people crazy
to the point of calling and
hanging up
just to hear that someone --
-- you just came to mind
say "hello"
one last time.

I kissed a boy
I had no feelings for
because his drugs
made me forget
about the boy who
took all my feelings
with him.

Washing the ***--
ripples on the water;
    far off, wild ducks.