Your absence is like
gears grinding together
creating sparks
that dance to the ground.
It is the dissonance
of a chord on repeat
with no resolution
and the subwoofer
in a car on full blast
trying to mess with
the rhythms of my heart.

I choose to accept
your every quirk.

Whenever our hands
accidentally touch...
I feel electric charges
crawling up my arms
like vines.
Your soft, supple hands
brush mine and
awkward silence commences
as I scan more items to check out.
Your warmth penetrates
my frigid skin and I
no longer feel
devoid of **love.

I get most of my clothes from
hand-me-downs or thrift stores.

So what?

What if I like being unique?

People inside church
versus outside church
are totally different animals.

Are we all barely afloat?
If so, is someone in that boat?

Excuse me,
We are from completely different
cultures, regions and lifestyles,
but I am interested in your life.

Coach,
I am not perfect.
I make silly, stupid errors but
chastising me for it will
make me dig an
even deeper hole for myself.
Improvement comes with encouragement.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

Todo lo que necesito es amor.

All that I need is love.

People say,
"There are other fish in the sea."

I say,
"*******;
she was my sea."

My sweet teenager,
life makes you grow up so fast.
There are so many things
that you have yet to learn.
Rest your head on your desk presently.
For right now,
the world rests on you.

My protector,
(although I don't think I need protecting)
My rock,
My soul,
is you.

P.S. I love your kiss ;)

Dear Russians,
would you mind not taking Crimea?
This is not the Cold War
nor the time of Imperialism,
so I suggest that you go back
and think empathetically about
the Ukrainians pushing to be
part of the European Union.
You must try to walk a mile in their shoes, understand?
There is no more Soviet Union
or the Iron Curtain,
so you really shouldn't be meddling
in Ukraine's affairs.
Let the revolutions play out and
what will be, will be.

Sincerely,
Wistful Wanderer

Why yes,
I do have the audacity
to say controversial things.

Now let me go
and I'll bring with me
a wave of misfortune
and unhappiness.

Have you ever thought about
tight-rope-walking in a storm?
The wind whistling through your hair
making you constantly check your balance
until you become so paranoid that you fall?
It's the same with life.
When you fall,
you sure as hell better be getting back up again.

In the darkness of her room she cried
out all the feelings she had held inside.

In a traumatizing hail storm,
stand out on the street corner
waiting for me to arrive.

In the operating room,
suffer with me as our
first child is brought
into this world.

In essence,
stand by my side.
You don't need to say anything.

*Just be there.

Drop all the expectations
and just be yourself.
Realize the consequences
but recognize who you truly are
on the inside.

I shivered as I walk down the street
in my heaviest winter coat.
My teeth chattered noisily as I walked past
a young man in a wool coat.
Not thinking, I rushed past him,
but he took my hand.
Stopping dead in my tracks,
I gave him a dumbfounded look.
He asked, "May I escort you to your destination?"
Too awestruck by the man's question, I choked out a "sure."
I didn't even know this man, yet I realized something.
Chivalry is not dead and neither am I.