There is an island...

That keeps on calling my name
Begging me, step out of the game
Before it's too late

There is an island...

With the sweetest of breeze
Gentle swaying of palm trees
That keeps beckoning me

There is an island...

Much more than just in my dreams
To me a reality
Where one day I'll be free

There is an island...

In the middle of the ocean blue
One day that I will swim to
Where there's nothing to do

There is an island...

That is wanting my time
Hoping I'll make up my mind
And leave it all behind

you're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
collar bone
and
shoulder
and i've
always wondered
how it would feel
to have
softer cheeks
rise and fall
with nervous breathe
and how your
lips looked
from an angle
only a starving artist
could create
when he had
rent to pay
and
a girl to see
in a shirt
he hadn't
worn since he
remembered
he had it
when it fit him
and
she has it
falling loosely
over her smaller
frame
and when
we're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
your eyes
and my dreams
i hope you
know I'd choose
your eyes

Today it rains like never before,
It wears grace and pain;
It feels like a woman.

The cruel abyss of my cavernous
Heart wears violent black flora
In the furrow of my deep grief.

On this day no one has asked for me,
I pray to God and ask forgiveness
For how little I have died.

This mortal crusade that fasts on emotion,
It wears me like a fleece of flesh
That weeps softly at the soliloquy of me.

I wish I could beat on all the doors
And find good behind anyone,
But I soak in a puddle of self pity.

Destiny has seen to my downfall,
The backwash of suffering welling
Into my soul, today it rains as never before.

some nights I stay up way passed the time you fall asleep just to listen to whether you'll scream to get out of a hidden reality of if you'll moan fighting to stay in one.
some nights I'll be kissing down your chest, no matter how content you'll look, my hands still manage to tremble down porcelain skin like the first night I ever touched you. glancing up because you're a horrible liar with the most stunning eyes and unwelcome hands are nothing more nothing less they are unwelcome and to think my hands could do more harm than good and I could not even know it.
you are art work. you are a story.
everyone near you is always eager to know more, dig deeper, find out what pushes and pulses through your veins
curiousity didn't **** the cat, a greedy society killed the cat.
always begging to know more, thinking there's entitlement and deserving throughout their blood like what is yours is theirs for the taking.
I want to walk in the sun with you
I want to kiss each of your fingers over and over
I want to remain what you want but I know how unwanting makes you rain guilty, I will run before I become another bullet point on why you keep screaming

Sorcha, Remembered**

why does sunlight
shimmering through the trees,
leaving shadowy patterns
on the ground below
remind me of you?
or how watching
two squirrels
chasing each other
around the Sycamore
remind me how you loved
to listen to Lennon’s ‘Imagine”?
~~~
Yesterday
I came across pictures
of your ‘safe place’.
The ones you emailed me
to let me know you were okay.
a small waterfall
glimpsed between
lush green over growth
sparkled in the sunlight
and I could imagine
you sitting there
humming to the music it made.
~~~
You once told me
you thought we (humanity)
could make a difference,
could fix the damage done
to the earth;
fix the damage people have done
to each other.
and this was said in spite
of all the pain, suffering
and damage done to you; which
eventually led to your death.
~~~
I must apologize
to all I know
for not thinking of you more often.
for it wasn’t until
I recovered your photos
it had been awhile.
it reminded me
that after I heard of your death,
besides playing ‘Imagine’
over and over again,
I couldn’t stop playing
Annie Lennox’s re-mix
of ‘I Can’t Get Close To You’.
~~~
You lived down under,
Queensland native
with husband and kids.
so while I never met you,
I felt a human to human
kinship - one we all should share.

Aztec Warrior 11.3.15

Lagitik. Isang malutong na tunog na nagtatagal lamang ng wala pang isang segundo.
Lagitik. At nahulog na ako sayo.

Subalit ako lamang ay isang tahimik na babae. Nakaupo sa sulok ng ating silid-aralan. Hindi kita hinanap. Nakita mo lang ako at ginulo ang buhay ko.
Lagitik. At napaibig mo ako.

Tama sila, napakasarap magmahal. Ang mga araw na kasama ka'y tumatagal lamang ng isang lagutok sa sarap **** kasama.
Lagitik. At nabago mo ang buhay ko.

Lumipas ang mga taon at mahal parin kita. Walang pagbabago ngunit ikaw'y nagbago. Nalaman ko nalang na pinagpalit mo na'ko.
Lagitik. At iniwan mo ako.

those
wild eyes
i
want to spend
days with them
and
nights with
you