I was lost
Wandering
Wondering
Fading in each step I took
Away from you.

First flame of rebellion
Cough of wrong
Tip ashing like laughs coming
The paper peels back
Like stress of mind
With each
P   U   F    F
Inhale
B    L          O      W

Smoke curls
And fans as beautifully
As the faces around you
Conversating in the cold
Intellect    Intelligence
Swavely sung as we **** on our sticks of
Death
Youth burning brighter
Than the ember incinerating the innards of
Our rolled false freedom
The night grows old
As our fingers feel the
Stinging heat
Of a bud burned out
As exhausted eyes blink
We tap our packs
And tuck them sweetly into pockets
As mothers to children
We leave one another with
An ancient bad taste dry on our tongues
Returning to our traditional lives
To complain the same as always
Until tomorow evening
Repeat
Repeat

Life's been at a stand still the last few years.
Growing myself wild within.
Content in the idle, while waiting for inspiration again.
So far my twenties has been not being myself
and watching my hair grow back,
while this writers block became what I am.

Nights, to weeks, to months, to years,
spent at a bar filled with normal oddities you find in such a small town.
Hoping to find some conversation, inspiration, something to
make me feel alive again.

idle                        idle                   idle


Until
another night came
ready to shoot some pool as usual
when a warm feeling ran down my back
and I looked to meet his gaze.
Him

A moment had never felt so long
so short
so right
so perfect,
and all at once the poetry came again.

Heat
rose cheeks
a mind always symphonic gone silent
at a loss for words
thoughts
like the wind had been knocked out of me.
I drop my eyes
pupils now wide at my shoes
as I finally process a thought,
"****".

For days, to weeks, to months,
I reprocessed that eye contact to "****"
trying not to let my reddening complexion
my dilated eyes
give my wandering mind away,
as words trickled into a flow of conversation.
Shared thoughts, passion, beauty spouting from his lips
kept pouring
and pouring
until my chest was filled to the brim
spilling
I looked at him and thought

" love "

down arrow
down arrow


letters to words to sentences
making thoughts readable
accessible
shareable
to my eyes from strangers minds

from my mind
to clicking keys
to lines to paragraphs
to "posted"
to your eyes


Hello Poetry
from hearts
to screens

Kiss Lost Lips
Feel Curls
Tongues AWAKE Romance
small loving
Friends ignore Affection

Night smiling
Sun helping
Push forward honey.
Healing moon
Laughing, Loving
Brush lips
Chins, tongues, mastrubation, curls