Do you like silent women?

Because you sure do fill up the space with your own voice.

the summer solstice
is your alarm,
    your imaginary invite
    to my streaming, rapid rush waters.

you want to swim in me,
                       bathe in the glorious break from noon heat,
                       & sink into my deep,
                                                      deep blue.

my only concern is that
you've -


                                                already drowned

?

between the faces of the scars and stains, i see myself
hiding in order not to be seen by my own mistakes,
or the ones we’ve ever made.

between the stains, between the scars
you’ve left behind :
yourself.

I feel you like I feel dirt in my nails after a long day of work in the farm. I take you with me to the house, letting you stay a little too long after the work has been done. I let you be a transient mark of pride and of fruitful joy; I feel this as I wash you off with warm water. My hands are clean now, but I miss picking my nails already. It's a kind of fondness that sits with you in the evening near the day's end, over dinner, and on the way to bed. I try to fall asleep faster because I look forward to tomorrow - when I'll have you in my hands again.

You're never too much.
I see calm and solace, a rescue amidst this dream called life.
But you are not a savior - merely a teacher.
And my heart doesn't scream love; it screams Love.

You - well, you don't scream at all.

I can not write right now

Not because I  have no emotions

But because I have one too many


There are times where I can not see

Not because I don’t have eyes

But because you keep me from looking


And then I remember when I can not speak

Not because I tied my tongue

But because you made me mute


And then there are times when I can not do any of those things

Not because I lost them, all my organs

But because I lost you


So here’s a sign to the beginning of our loneliness

A terrible attempt to write about a big empty space

And a collection of horrid paragraphs about blindness to love


I can’t write right now

Not because I don’t care

But because I’m in love and care too much

And also because I’m leaving after the short period of time that I have been here


It’s time for me to learn that not one thing is forever

And I have to learn to defeat space and time to make this last

~

Space and time.

Now that’s a totally different matter.

In the midst of conundrum ,

massive leaks of an unknown entity
invaded the cardia of a lass.
Some say it was an accident,
some say she chose to open her doors.

Yes, that was a fifth of a decade ago.
On a pedestal, this entity stood tall.
Unbearing the word "compassion", yet -
rust of any clear understanding of the world

Vulnerable :
On to that word she had travelled
"In her head", said an entity,
"crushing her own trust in me".
End of story, - or so she thought!

Beneath it all, a fountain full -
Indelible memories alone;
just drift back and forth like a pendulum.
An awful ending?
No, it really is just a beginning.

To the West she looked
And there he was alone - but
"Soon," declared the girl.