A tale my heart can feel as I say
Its sweet savor heals me completely
The excitement that flowed through my vein
As I hurriedly filled in the highway bus
That Moved  swiftly with the  buzzling of the busy street
My heart flows in relief
Knowing that,
The star that makes it merrier
Is getting nearer


The day flows in
Like every other day"
People would say
But to me,
It taste a bit more different
The sun sets earlier
A sign of a brighter day
I predicted
Felt the laughter of
The tree
The whispers of the grass
The bird chirps were inaudible
All gave out their  autograph


As the young day grew older
The merrier my heart went further
The flows that beats my heart
Grew louder at the sight of him

A warm embrace,
A deep stare that lits him up
And the mouthing of his whispers
"You're beautiful*
Melt my cheek with a pink blush
Couldn't control the smile
That flows freely
Unable to end..

The fun we had
Can't be compared
To the merries that follows
The laughters,
The games that brought much giggling
Those moments
That buried my worries
And the love making
That felt all new...

All but all
Gave me
A happy Valentine

inhale
exhale
skin breathes
your scent envelopes me
i'm choking on every word that
i've never said and i begin
to spit shattered shards
of thoughts into the
palms of my
hands
and this is
when you notice
me heaving and you
roll over onto your other
side facing the steady walls
so you can be a 33 year old man with no
attachment to an 18 year old who mistakenly
emptied herself into your salivating, ravenous
mouth and you inhaled me with such
pleasure it almost had me thinking
that perhaps i mistook your
distance for sadness
as soon our time
holed up in the
nostalgia
of your home town
would come to an end
and maybe your feelings grew
much taller than even our abhorring of
love and strings being tied to you and
anyone else but i think now i understand
that inside of you is a tragic, drafty cavern
filling it all the way up with every thing you're
not has become such a habit that when your wolf-like
eyes rested upon something youthful and impressionable
it was simply second nature for you to devour all of me and
then leave me with a cavern of my own, you know i've seen
a mirror since we had to part ways and if i hadn't known
any better i would've said that i've started to grey
around the edges and my teeth looked rather
sharp, if i looked a little closer i may have
even said there was a canine-like
resemblance that now suits me
beautifully, naivety is dead.

Too thin.
Too fat.
Gain 5
Lose 10

Aim for perfection
Stop at nothing less

Starve
Binge
Purge
restrict
Run
Repeat

Indulge
Regret

Lie – no, I already ate
I’m not that hungry

Thoughts constantly dancing around in your head
How do I look
What do people think

Im gross
Im fat
Not worthy

10 comments that your beautiful ruined
by 1 comment that your not

perfection is the only  possibility
if only it was attainable.

I saw the old man circling the tree trunk
Weather beaten skin, bent gnarled hands
and piercing blue eyes

He seemed to study every knot and crack
in that ancient timber

Then without a word turned and picked up hammer and chisel

The wood chips then began to fly and like confetti on the ground lie soon in heaps some ankle high

Occasionally he would stand back and look but never once a rest he took

Mallet strokes both hard and soft some from under some aloft fell there with unerring skill always busy never still

Long into the night he worked now by the light of an oil lamp and so the tree stump 'neath his hand then became a work of art

At long last he stood and turned to me and said three words " that'll do lad"

I approached to see just what he'd done and there I saw the perfect rose every petal and leaf in place the slender stems in the breeze did sway

With no plan or picture he had made the start
And created the perfect work of art.


So what is creativity? Well that's your next challenge.

No love poems because they've been done a million times. This time something unique

the house next door makes me
sad.
both man and wife rise early and
go to work.
they arrive home in early evening.
they have a young boy and a girl.
by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house
are out.
the next morning both man and
wife rise early again and go to
work.
they return in early evening.
By 9 p.m. all the lights are
out.

the house next door makes me
sad.
the people are nice people, I
like them.

but I feel them drowning.
and I can't save them.

they are surviving.
they are not
homeless.

but the price is
terrible.

sometimes during the day
I will look at the house
and the house will look at
me
and the house will
weep, yes, it does, I
feel it.