In poetry
nothing
can
reflect
anything

I saw a storm
brewing
I could have
easily stepped
over it

But the raging winds
the piercing rains
and you
were just too irrisitable
and the calm I was in
was too
stable

I stood there
naked in front of you
exposing my mind
laying it on paper 
in the dim lit room 
stripped from
all the limitations 
that my conscience 
lays on me 
like a heavy wet blanket
silhouetting my curves
separating me
from bashfulness
and my true nature

There was never
a day that satiated
my being
till I found
my reflection
smiling
back
for
no
reason

I undressed
my cards
My Kings & Queens
lay there looking at you
and all you did
was keep
yours
folded

I am a mess
aligned
in stanzas

You spun me around
like a flower between your fingers
You dusted the remnants off of me
as you blew kisses

You carried me in your hair
as you walked carelessly
but thoughtfully

You gave me to your lover
smiling hoping, I'd give her the same
smile I gave you, when you found me

She smelled me
filling her head with scents
of natural seduction
that made her eyes dilate
and her mouth expand
from each side

"what's this?" she exclaimed
"that's love"
he said

Darling
you shine like the sun
burning those who
tried to shade you
with insecurities
and warming those
who smiled back at you
when you rose

Kindly find attached
empty documents
of diluted nights
blurry with alcohol
smudged with tears
filled with embarrassment
that actually now
don't matter enough
to be remembered.

Sincerely,
Memory Loss

"What is your greatest fear?" he asked.

"For words to flee" she said.

Here's to the poems that never made it
I will forever smile in your memory
clandestine

There are moments
under the sun
where my heart
remembers warmth
and beats
a blush to
my cheeks

Wasted time
waisted time
way still (ed) time
Weigh distilled wine
waited lines
till when?

There was so much in our bodies
that they lost balance
and found themselves entwined
tangled legs on messy sheets
sideways far from bed frames

Senses heightened, sobriety abandoned
She's on top, her view was powerful
his view was magical, his goddess

TBC ...

One hand
loses itself
in straight lines
as they curve
around that white
paper connecting
his mind to paper

While the other
taps, in synch
with those thoughts
balancing his being
between art
and
reality

When a poet's heart skips a beat
it's only a comma before the
******

a space between the next
best adjective

a period before the
capital start ....


(takes a deep breath)

I ignored the universe
when it
showered me with signs
over and over

I changed paths
took detours
redrew a map

But at the end of it all
looks up
Hi.
Again.

Can I love you in ways
that would even make
Romeo question his?

I grasped my final
breath
and screamed
"I feel alive"
holding on
to the last
beat
the
hit
for
you

I do not want to confine myself to a cubicle
I do not want to type my way through a day
I do not want to bite my nails, fearing I ‘d fail
I do not want to smoke my anxiety, on a Thursday
I do not want to miss sunrise, in traffic
I do not want to train a fake smile
I do not want to mingle, even when I’m single
I do not want to leave quarantine, even if you call it a syndrome
I do not want to jump into busy, I do not miss it
I do not want to forget how to value
I do not want to rush, I like the pause
I do not want to live by time, I want to control time
I do not want to consume a designated lunch, I want to make lunch matter
I do not want lockdown to end

Of all the sins
I have committed
by far the strongest
and strangest
is creating
a lover
that
I only
see..

(R)emember
who you ar(e)
no matter
the mold(s)
you have to
ste(p) into.
B(e) their
an(c)hor
tha(t)
never
tilts

If your brain was sane
would it push me against the wall
on the ***** stairs of my street
and kiss me drunk

If your brain was sane
would it defy all the bombs
of "no's" and escape the quiet
mines that lie beneath
that playground
of buried
"i think i
love you"

Why does my mind
race
without running shoes
to exhaust the
thought of
over-thinking?

Someone told me you're still pretty
you still wear your 20's in your 30's
bite your nails when angsty
and stutter when jittery

Someone told me you still fly
making the earth your sky
falling out of being shy
into living a different reality

Someone told me you still cry
when you're feeling, everything really...
turning your cheeks red with salty tears
chafing childhood from baby cheeks

Someone told me you...still...

Everyone has the right
to right their wrongs
as they write new
chapters that
might lead them
down the right
path
or
not

If vines
get pruned
should we
do the same
to regrow
healthier
thoughts?

There is a person
in me
the surfaces
when my
inhibitions
drown
"who are
you?"

I suddenly awoke from hypnosis
my eyes no longer dilate
at your sight
but my
mind expands when my thoughts
sneak out to dance with the idea of you
in the middle of the night on a white sheet
with ***** lead shoes writing the story of
what my heart wanted, my mind thought
and poetry yearned for

Lonely Lullabies
                 Lull Lost Adults
                                 Loosely into Lockdown
                                                     As they drown in
                                                                          Sleepless Slumber

I have walked in fields of butterflies
marveling at reality with a lens
of love

I have walked crawled through puddles
of broken glass
strengthening what's left of my heart

I have clawed my way through thorns
depression
to see the sun again

I have stood on feet of stone
cemented by poetry
to reach great heights

I have written on pages
upon pages just to
remain sane

I have met you
and gotten ******
by your mere presence
realizing
that reality
is just
as hazy

I feel dumb
because
the blood isn't
making it to my brain
it's rerouting itself
to where
it's pumped
and I
feel
light-headed

*falls

Your "No"
browsed through
my writing
flipping through
stories
and ended
at the beginning
of a new
"chapter 1"