I've been turning the water on hot
In the shower lately,
Hoping to boil the goosebumps that
Creep up my flesh and the
Thoughts that crawl into my mind.
I've been scrubbing my skin and lips raw,
Because I still feel your finger tips
Running down my body
And your lips brushing mine,
And it ******* hurts.

your boot was turned the wrong way
on the post out by the highway
- sharp toe pointing to the south
away from where you've been

you're no stranger to the rangers
living dangerously on the edge
- sidewinders in the sagebrush
whispering to the wind

the anasazi built this home
stacking stone one by one
- far above the canyon
of petroglyphs and wrens

i knew i'd find you by the fire
talking to the ghosts of smoke and drum
- in the ruins above the dunes
reminiscing with your friends

- reminiscing, reminiscing
on the blue mesa.

r ~ 11/6/14

I hope at night that you dream of me
That my sweet whispers reach your ears
I pray to God at night that you might love me
Say it's so, take away all my fears

But the girl I see in the mirror
Prays to God you don't hear her

There's a girl looking in the mirror
I can see her, but I can't hear her

Beautiful face,
lonely eyes
I can see she's not one,
to mess around with the guys

There's only one,
That holds the love in her heart.
Him.

If he doesn't hold on dearly, he might lose it
A fragile soul and a breakable heart
She cries out with lovely music
Praying she doesn't get torn all apart

This girl looking in my mirror
Knows you'll never hear her

How do I tell her, show her the way
He'll never hear her, if he can't see her
It goes deeper beyond what meets his eye
It's time for her to reveal what's inside

Don't hide!
Behind...
The mirror!

Show him your smile, dance in his eyes

Staring carefully in to that mirror
Remembering who can really hear her

Dreaming of herself
Doing whatever she wants
Sing at the top of your lungs, girl!
Forget the lies and foolish taunts

You look beautiful in my mirror
Never will she care who can hear her!


Just Melz
*Ana Sophia

I don't want to miss you.
But we lose over a million skin cells
In a 24- hour period
And it's been 22 days since I've touched you, and that skin is long gone.
I drink more and more to try to forget the color of your eyes, or the way your voice sounded when we would wake up.
It's not the ***** that makes my head spin it's the ******* memories that are branded into my brain.
I miss you.

I realized as my friends shared a cigarette in the car that the smell reminds me of friday afternoon drives and not of sitting on your porch those summer nights, entangled in your arms and the ribbons of smoke.
Now as the smoke escapes out the car window, so do the remaining thoughts of you.

time -
such care in counting
the essence of

measured twice
- cut once
if wisely

a hole in a rock -
an atomic clock
ticking tocks

aligned in space
light years and dog years
- lines on a face

a living will -
a fleeting baby's smell

- shadows weighed
at the end of the day

darkening sky
drawing nigh -
palms high

- it is time.

r ~ 11/4/14