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Sean Yessayan Nov 2013
You stood there, probably cold,
in the frozen foods aisle.
Actually, you had a peacoat on.
When I first saw you,
I only saw your back.
Your hair looked wiry and blonde,
I thought you were aged and frail.

When you turned around with a gallon of milk
your face surprised me.
I was swept up in awe and stared too long.
Your eyes-- blue, kind, and calming--
rested on pillows of roseate cheeks
that looked recently swept by winter winds of New England.

You looked at me, too, but with an austere expression.
I said, "I hope the tempest of your mind
soon finds peaceful resolution in tranquil waters,"
in my head.
She walked past me
her audible rhythmic steps
made with untied,
disheveled
boots.

A beatnik
simply keeping a beat.
Sean Yessayan Nov 2013
Sometimes,
I wonder,
will it be dark
when I die?
Sean Yessayan Nov 2013
I heard someone say
"it's going to be my first marriage,"
today. God, how sad.
Sean Yessayan Nov 2013
Every starry night
I look for your face.
Four imaginary lines
connecting five glimmering dots.

I relive the summers passed;
when I would look up, see you,
and know something was missing--
like Orion's Belt.

Come winter, when he returned,
he must have made you cold--
because I felt it too.
I moved away,
but ever in the sky you'd stay.

Every starry night
I look for your face.
Some call you Cassiopeia;
however, the beauty marks I know,
belong to one of another name.
Sean Yessayan Nov 2013
Chestnut curls kissed by the sun, waved
on a day of melancholy gray.
She stepped out from that awning that protected my car
that protected me, from her.
Slowly, it rained around her,
angel's tears surrounding like beads of dust.
"God, she's beautiful," I said,
and she walked behind a pillar.
I never even saw her face.
Sean Yessayan Oct 2013
never accepted.
often alone.
strangely thought
can define us
either together
or on our own;
so is it wrong
to question the norm
while idiocy
nestles comfortably
like a worm?

Battling passive aggression
comes off as aggressive pretension.
Sean Yessayan Oct 2013
The world shook,
I awoke.
Not from sleep--
but consciousness.

The world shook,
I stood.
Strings controlled my limbs--
I was helpless but nurtured.
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