Randomly loving you is so hard to do.
Missing your beautiful smile, the way I feel when you make me laugh. Oh our memories! So full of laughter and love.
I remember when my feelings grew and I finally told you, that I loved you.
Awkward? Kind of, but I couldn't help but tell you.
When I speak about you, it's hard to explain how I fell for that voice. Texting just isn't enough sometimes, but when we talk on the phone for 5 hours!, now that, is something I charish.
How can I not love who you are?
Head up high, you know where you want to go, you know what you want in life. You have a beautiful body, a fantastic smile, and the smooth voice that won me over.
I think of you daily, just to have you on my mind because I miss you being with me.

Throw me in a time machine, let's see if we could've worked out

sorry
all you said was sorry
as you ripped my lungs out of my ******* chest
and stabbed me right in the heart
sorry I said
sorry you said
sorry
but neither of us was sorry

America will be back.
We the people have fallen once more.
To the trouble of todays world.
Just a small step we have done.
But we say that I'll be back strong and tall.
We strive to live our lives freely.
They launch a curve from all direction.
Nevertheless, we say I'll be back to swing a bat to hit them it out.
We will stand tall once more when I mean I'll be back.
Life will change here he america as we the people will be back
And America Says I'll be back strong once more.
Because I will be back.

When she speaks smoke wheezes between her rocky lips
And her voice is crummy gravel pavement
Her gut balances on her hips
Protruding into a bulbous cap puckering into a navel
Filled to capacity with some slimy IT
Created by ***** and a moment's attraction
She croons to her abdomen
Pebbles falling from her mouth
Bouncing off her skin and hitting IT's ears
As a mushy echo
Years of rolled burning paper cause her to droop
She drags like a curtain
Smells like a motel room
And loves IT
Because she can
Because she will
Because she must
As wolves howl to the moon she must
And when she cries out in the wee hours
And someone places a wooden spoon between her teeth
Her crusty screams will be IT's awakening

We were told to expect snow
Snow, again.
Greeted by crisp hope and freezing air
We waited…
Dogs sniffed the air and each other
Hawks sat and wrapped themselves in feathered shawls
Discreet expectations
Anticipations of broken routines that might
Hold us captive to our homes
Caressed by comforting teas and naughty cakes

It didn’t snow.
Still, we stayed
Home
Held the dogs
Surrendered to self-imposed captivity

Alone in his dark apartment
black dog asleep
the sound of children playing
in the street outside his window-
children of color, his housekeeper says,
not quite seeing the distinction
only hearing happy voices-
an old jazz number on the radio
as he stands and dances slowly
with his cane tap, tap, tapping
to the beat and dreaming of a girl
he once read about named Helen
in a book of braille.

r ~ 6/6/14

She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.

She gets me higher
than I can go.
She takes me low
and in between.
Her heart's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.

She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.

r ~ 4/29/14