With every passing day,
I find me.
Thinking, and wondering to myself
Who I can possibly be.

Through days, and through nights
Through every season that comes to pass
I can't help, but wonder of these
infinite possibilities.

You can say, I'm a dreamer.
But expect me to say "maybe"

Maybe I am

I say, "Maybe" because a part of me is unsure...
whether these dreams will reach its reality.
I say, "Maybe" because just maybe...

Maybe I'm afraid.

Then I realized
There is no "maybe"
only "am" or "am not"

I am afraid...

I'm afraid to fail.

then I ask myself...
Am I more afraid to fail, or
Am I more afraid of having my last words as
"If only I had tried"
"If only I did"?

Thought I was someone else,
but it was only me

Dark


I can feel the empty loneliness, the dire sadness in your words
Black on white letters arranged in sorrow’s indelible font
Tear drop tense in flowing cradles of desperation
sad eyes of whys, question mark patterns
on stark gray silk, neatly pressed
offered no one in particular,
a butterfly necklace
weeping on skin
fading slowly
into the
dark
~
“I fell and my eyes could not see,
you were gone and my heart shattered”
~
dark
gloomy
skies drip
memories from
charcoal rain clouds
flooding emotions on the brink
blinding the sight of anything good
dancing on the broken stoop of splintered
dreams and broken hearts clinging barely to breath
screaming to invisible heavens and gagged reasons lost
somewhere beyond the here and there, where she does wait

is this what
heartbreak
feels like
i whispered
to the dark

but your lips
did not answer
and neither did
my heart

Her mind
flickers
at
all these empty spaces,
the ones on
her
fingertips,  
her heart
&
the
edges of her mind.

could you, maybe, possibly?

Something little & wispy falters her thoughts.
Bitten lips
seamed
by
unspoken wishes.

Fill it with
your
sighs,
little smirks,
laughter,  
pearls of wisdom,
the rogue blush on your cheek bones
on
a
winter's day.