Water flows by,
Quietly polite.
Green under sunlight,
Silver at night.

Is that my monarch's head
Shimmering between wakes?
She looks down and kisses Georgian rooftops.
She dives and twists her celestial face.

But as rain falls my monarch distorts,
And in the first snows she poses for me.
And as we celebrate new solstice a hail of thin ankles bruises the water.
Fish dart from them.
Sharp stones bury themselves so as not to offend.
I remember my feet in there...

All the times comes past here.
All the times yet to come.

I cross a bridge and the town's vein is out of sight.
I breathe the smell of ecclesiastical ceremony
And the cut-grass stench of various friendships nurtured and deflowered.
I mimic footprints that I've pounded into the ground.
The same drunk campaign.
I drink the river and become its flavid run-off.

Water flows by,
Timeless in flight.
Not at the front of my mind,
But in sight
As I recross the bridge.

I'm accustomed to its murky silence.
The distant, sporadic car horns.
Avoided emergencies, obnoxious goodbyes.
I hear them all.

I smell fuel emissions and nocturnal suffering.
I taste staling alcohol and summer's fruits.
I see the town that has cradled me.
I pick at its foliage and try to feel something.

I'll remember praying for floodwater.
I'll remember plains and peaks.
I'll remember the wall that can't hold it all.
The long, loud day
And the long, quiet sleep.

scared
little heart
you fool
in fervor
don't walk away
live, love
all she wants
is you hand
on her hip

I look back.
Baby pictures and best friends.
How we've  all changed .
We've  gotten our own lives,
Lovers...
Some not
And we all end up moving on.
I can't help but wonder
Do they think about me as much as I do them?
I think about my past more than  I should
And I conjure up memoried hidden between time.
I count every time we talk
And every time we laughed.
My friends  still hold a spot within.
I havnt  forgotten you.
Have you?

Never thought it was real that
Unplanned things could happen in a best way
Remember all the moments we shared
Undeniable be forgotten
Looking back I realize, no matter how

Zigzag the road for our journey is
Unsure or not, Serendipity happen
Letting this friendship sail;
As we go on we encountered so many things that
I* wish I could explain and
Keep to cherish because for me you’re an
Angel, a blessing from God

Remember that time...?
Wait, you're not around to reminisce with.
At least I have my paper and pen to make it real.

It was surprisingly cool out for Florida in the fall

All the more reason to have you cuddle up under my arm.
You slide over with weary shuffles,
I simply open up to let you in

I asked you what you'd like to do
And you replied sheepishly,
"I don't care"
At that moment I knew you just wanted my presence.

We arrived in a dimly lit park,
At a dark hour when no children were  playing.
All the more excuse to touch your lips to mine.

I can't seem to remember a step by step description of how your lips met mine,
Because the momentum building into it
Carried enough electricity that I blacked out.

I do remember asking if you'd like to go home.
When you replied with conservative eyes
"I don't care".
I knew that meant you were ready for bed.
Just not your own.

it's the little things that we appreciate, like how the body forms into a shell ready to take you in,
welcoming you into their mind of oceans and currents as they willingly embrace you
we attempt to picture every moment we have with them, wondering if we'll ever fit the frame
conversations are merely recordings that fade into background, the true connections made through sincerity, subtle glances and intense regard
the flesh and skin that they wear appear as exhibits that we alone can touch
their presence a reward, their words a treasure for the heart
we notice the fine lines, their dainty wrists, and veiny hands
we notice their crooked smiles and how the corners hang like a wanderer stapled to the moon
we romanticize too much of everything that is easily dismissed by everyday eyes
although almost invisible, they mean every beat of the heart
to every fiber of the soul, to ever breath we breathe in
so when the smiles disappear like forgotten dust, we cannot help but fall apart
we disintegrate into tossed cigarette butts that once resided on lips we love
we cannot forget the way they laced their fingers together, or how they made their coffee
how their ears are shaped, how they gazed into space when we watched them wondering what they were thinking
how they carried their feet when we dragged them, conversing in drunken breaths
because nothing is as simple as that, a disappearance like a thief in the night who took our lives with them
nothing will resemble or replace even a strand of hair
because it's the little things that tear us apart as well

n.j.

Lavender and lapis
Cinnamon and coffee
Cigarettes and tantric ***
Acoustic guitar and piano keys
Puddles and missed buses and Mp3 playlists
My highschool years weren't so bad

Trying to look back
Among my days with you,
Thinking those sweet moments,
That's all I can do.

Pain is still inside
And would not heal for some time.
And when that day comes,
Everything would be fine.

I won't feel sorry
For myself anymore
Won't wait for you to walk again
through my door.
Disregard you in my dreams,
Walking by the shore.

Tears running down from my eyes
Will soon stop dripping
Would vanish and once again
You'll see me smiling.

No more tears will be shed
And solitary nights to be spent.
But, you will always be my angel
Whom God had sent.