I don’t know what hurt worse,
The tick-tock
And clock in all –

Or the waiting,
Just one more second,
The wanting,
One last second
And be ******
The wine stained sand
And buzzards atop ear;

Always to remind of how I’d
Loved and ultimately
Failed.

Another time... another place...
The you and I of before...
Before I knew what I know now.
You bring me back...
To that place... that girl.. that didn't know what was to come.
You apologize... everything.
Every time...
I can't forgive you.. because I haven't forgotten...
And it takes time...
Months on end.. the waiting
Court...waiting on a sentence to change this...
You changed me..
I'm not the girl I ws before you...
I'm damaged... broken...
Wanting to be alone...
The opposite of what I wanted with you...
Those shattered emotions...
Because of you...
There's no tears.. no regret.. just acknowledgement.
Of the wrongs committed against me while I loved you.

I'm broken and we are waiting.
Everything takes time..
Your words always take me to a sad place...
My voice saves you...
Another time another place... maybe...

E.J.M.

Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's how she promised herself.

But little did I know;

That constellations were never real,

It's a make-believe of one's imaginary.

It's a way to divide one from the many,

But serve no purpose other than status.


Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's what I believed.

Boy was I a fool;

That constellations consists of other stars as well,

It's a series of connection with others,

As one star could die and be replaced by another.

And it takes a century for them get back together.


-HIY

Hippie #73,
she walks like the leopard in the savana of San Francisco, the blonde peacock on the jungle throne

Hippie #73,
a product but a voice, with wings and some uncut claws

Hippie #73,
A nymph and a marcher, with a paintbrush and a posterboard

Hippie #73,
originality is wavy like the rainbow sky, but the lights are bright in the raindrop's shadow

I can't help you. You know by watching me or at least from your passive glances that I'm having quite the time keeping my own head above water.
I can listen. I can empathize.
I hope that is enough.
She must have been something special.
When everyones feet are red and eyes are starred
When she is in the ground.
When everyone is lying awake at night
       hurting.
     I can imagine
  The pain.
I can shed tears for this stranger little soul
Whose path I've crossed in this life.
Why does death bring us all closer if only for a moment?
And life
        Drags us farther every day into the grip of the unavoidable end