Erin Lewis: Favorites

Mar 2013 Erin Lewis

Jay Jimenez

People ask me how jesus can come in three forms
the father the son and the holy spirit
I tell them he's like water
Water can be ice liquid and steam
get it?

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Incomplete

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Jerry

Incomplete

An incomplete soul.
Searching & Searching.
Can never be whole.

An incomplete soul.
Seemingly, missing pieces.
It's hard to know.

All required parts
are locked into place.
With emptiness in my heart.

An incomplete soul
Always longing,
Always wanting,
Never consoled.

Smiles are heavy.
Never knowing how
to break through the levy

A dark black hole.
Always melancholy
My incomplete soul.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

High School Crush

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Jerry

High School Crush

I had a not so secret crush on a girl two years my senior.
I made a be-line straight to study hall to sit at her table.
When she graduated, I asked if I could write in her year book.
She sweetly but somewhat reluctantly handed it to me.
I wrote her a special love sonnet (of sort) in the very back of her year book.

When I returned her book the next day,
I looked her in the eyes, smiled and wished her the best.
Trying not to choke on my words and not wanting to show a tear.
I quickly and graciously made my exit.

Two years later, she showed up at my graduation.
She appeared from behind me and called me by name.
I turned to see her always beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.
Taller and more beautiful than I remembered.

Her sudden & unexpected appearance stunned me!
My reaction in turn, appeared to have disturbed her!
Her smile faded, then she wished me well and made a swift but graceful exit.
We never saw or spoke again!

I wish my actions had been much more delightful.
I was a nervous young man and lacked confidence in the presents of such beauty.
Still true to this day! I sometimes wonder how and where my high school crush is doing.
Just fine, I imagine.

Rita, I have always loved you.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Untitled

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Michael Pick

Untitled

As I sit down to think
I slowly close my eyes
To feel it flow openly
It's been a little while
But it hasn't been easy
I'm going out of my mind
It was so good for my body
To let the air ******* blood
So why count the days since
I can't use angry thoughts
They can't help me abstain
From making dark red blots

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

To me this is normal
So what's with all the drama
Can't you let me do this
Stop forcing help like cough drops
Medicine's no answer
It's simply not a sickness
Scars will just scab over
Are your glasses so tinted
Let me deal with myself
And you go do your own stuff
Stop playing with my health
I mean, I'm still alive

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

Not a mental condition
It's not what you're thinking
No mental remission
Just a lack of a feeling
I simply don't care
For friends that are leaving
I don't even need them
Just less reason for me to bleed
A global indifference
That's not new to me
It causes no problems
But I can't seem to dream

Pills and drinks don't mix
Knives are just a problem
Doctors want a quick fix
But life's already awful
Self help clinics
With aggravating offers
But I don't see a fault line
So I don't have a problem

yuck

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Lotus

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Christy Pavoncello

Lotus

In our first kiss,
Surrounded by darkness,
Except the light in your eyes
I must have tasted a trace
Of a lotus flower upon your lips
That flower which takes all thoughts of home
And transfers them to the place
Tainted by the bloom –
Since that first timid kiss,
Leading to so many others
I cannot think of a place
I would rather be
Than in your arms
To taste that kiss
Sweetened by the lotus
Like tea by a drop of honey
Seemingly, just for me.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

90 Miles or 2 Hours.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Savannah Satterfield

90 Miles or 2 Hours.

My body craves yours
Holding me so tightly
I remember it perfect.
Close my eyes, picture lying down and tangled legs.
Soft and passionate kisses.
Kisses that meant something. That let electricity flow.
That tell me forever is true
That tell me exactly what is written on our necklaces
Love knows no distance.
People disapprove of us, but we are in love.
Meant to be.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Untitled 1, Since There Are Many More to Follow.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Savannah Satterfield

Untitled 1, Since There Are Many More to Follow.

Show me your scars
Tell me your fears
Let go darling
Because its safe here
Lay your lies out in neat rows
And let them disappear to dust;

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

February 24, 2004

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Savannah Satterfield

February 24, 2004

I remember it like yesterday
Sitting on your lap, rocking back and forth
Being lulled to sleep by your scent and the quiet television
Grandpa and the dog snoring into a deep sleep
Cutting out paper dolls and dressing them
Watching cooking shows and attempting to cook like Bobby Flay or Rachel Ray,
Regis and Kelly,
And reading books.
Holidays were always in order,
Something like a magazine
But as I grew older
As I grew wiser
I knew something was wrong
I knew you were sick
a monster called
Diabetes.
Overweight, but you had no will
For you were secretly depressed
Had the world broken your heart too, Grandma?
Sicker you got,
Hospital trips, Doctor visits
I always though the angels you told me about as a child were watching over you;
that they wouldn't take you from me.
Things grew less innocent
Lost their magazine touch
I never knew you would leave me, Grandma.
I never knew it could all end so quickly.
But I guess you're with angels now
The ones you told me about when I was small.

RIP Sharon Joyce Satterfield. February 24, 2004.

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Just some words

Feb 2013 Erin Lewis

Jorge L Echevarria

Just some words

Vanity

Take your pick, you know you slick but what would you do to get it?

Trust

Have you had enough? Do you give a ****? or is it just my luck?

Promises

What are they to you? Just one or two? You're on the run for breaking them all.