Moment of stillnessslipping aside...tattered an worn...day makes wayfor stars
social hedgeinvisible walls are the highest ones
scratchYou hid the scar very well.
pretty thornsYou spoke of love…then left.
never thereyou turned corners from my sight
breaking the futurein time, nothing could be denied
breakfastmorning meal...we ate in silence.
-echo-brilliant light, the death of stars, long since dead,dragging darkness behind themmerely illusions, no substance to kissI have no form …less than hollowNo stillness within meNo answers to giveNo songs made of laughterNo treasures unclaimedWhat faith now remains?Look to other facesMy time never wasA whisper, a vapor
-Mountains of the moon -horizons curvedancing storma slow exhale. rain.
hush upstop telling the treesthat they don't know what it's liketo watch loved ones die.who else knows betterthan old branches and young leaves,roots hugging bonesflowers kissing bees?
I am a LiarI am a LiarSometimes, she would tease meLean over and say"When are you getting a boyfriend?"I would dig fishhooks into my mouthGive her my best lying smileAnd say something to the effect of"Maybe someday"When we would go out togetherWhen she would eye the passing menLean over and say"All the good men will be gone soon!"But my eyes never left herNever strayed from the curve of her shoulderNever stopped thinking what we would be likeNever stopped seeing herSometimes after church, with the older ladiesWe were urged to start lookingFor a good, Christian, manBut I always had troubleLooking away from her dressWhen Valentine's Day cameI gave her rainbows, colored chocolateShe smiled, and gave me caramelsAs we were friends and nothing moreShe was kind when I met herSoft, considerate, radiant in her comfortShe was beautiful and warmBeautiful, but she would hate meIf I told her what waits in my heartShe would call me disgustingShe would run awayBut after school th
A Clockwork of ConsistencyA Clockwork of Consistency 9/23/14He sat alone on a lonely bench.Green paint faded and chipped-weathered by the salty Gulf of Mexico.It had been there - a silentwatcher of the sea for as longas he could remember.He had made a habit of goinghere early to greet the sunand start the day right -with a small prayer and a coffee.He had done this for three straightyears - a creature of routine.It gave him comfort and peace.A serenity he was never able toduplicate anywhere else.He felt less alone with thisbench and the rising sun ashis stable and reliable friends.Sometimes a tear would form in his eyewhen the beauty was too much.On this particular morning he was so lostin his thoughts and so entrancedby the vivid colors before him thathe barely registered her - sittingon the bench beside him.How long had she been there?How long would she stay?"Sunrises leave me in awe.Do you not agree?" shequietly asked as she turned to him.He had no words to say so henodd
12:15sitting,drinking holy water froman emptyvase, i try to pull youout of my head.you dig your nailsinto my skin, i swallow your scent andask you toleave (i don't want you hereanymore), but you cry andthen i can't breathe.the seasons change and istay the samefolly person that you made mehate. i can'tpress leaves between myskin and bone, andi realize that the snow will somedaymelt, and we'dleave slush trails against each othersbones with mistcollecting on your fingertips as youtry to wipe out allthe sad parts of me (why did you thinkthat you could change thatin me?).
Sleep my Brother......Sleep my Brother…. Sleep my dear brother For I hold you in my embrace I take you in my arms to give you… Warmth Comfort I surround you with the love you need I hold you close to me For I will not let you go I support you with my arms and hands I cherish oh so deeply of our time as brothers I Love you my brother…… Now sleep my brother.
making boys cryyou never know what’s folded in pocketsor nestled between teeth;we are wolves in wool and sometimesit’s better to watch from a distance.
rainbows dont exist in the real worldi. gringathe color of my skin is like the colorof a Starbucks caramel frappuccinoand often timesi beg desperatelyfor someone to take a sip.the look in someone's eyesis my deathbed becausei am not something to gleam about.i am not a special artifactjust because i can sayhola me llamo janetwithout stuttering.no i'm not mexicanno i'm not cubanno i'm not portugeseno i'm not from spainno i don't want to hearabout your trip to puerto rico -yes i am hispanic and i'd like you to go away,please.ii. baby fatmy thighs are vesselsacross the sea, theyfloat slowly in their saltbathsand absorb all the caloriesfrom the bowl of saladi had for lunch.you can see my ribs like staircasesfit your finger right between their spacesfeel their ridges and climb up the ladderwith your mouth -you can see the rolls of fat like jelly rollsfalling from my stomach and armssoft to touch and meaty to bite.no i'm not hungry right nowno i'm not in the mood for dinnerno i'm not i
Drop of anxietyQuivering, shaking bodyhands grasped tightlypacing wildlythe future.something terrifyinghorrifyingscrewing it alltwisting it allwhy did it have to be this way?lies.regret.all these bad memories.if only this could change.if only I could be like that.why did it have to turn out this way?palms are sweatymouth is drybut my eyes arent
Three outsI took a deep breath,we had to win this game.Each second was like a centurywatching my teammate make the signs.Fastball?No.This hitter was waiting for one,just with one hit of his bat he may win.I can't let that happen,next sign a change up?Maybe.No I knew what I wantedso I waited tillHe signed my pitch:A sinker.We were on the same pageand I threw the pitch.In the dirt.The hitter stuck it,a ground ball.The first out.Fans clap pleased with my pitchand I once again get the ball back.I headed back to the mound.FocusingThe next hitter was upa notorious fastball hitter.The first pitch he hit it outinto the crowd.Strike one,but it was too close for my liking.The pitch was high upand my teammate knew it.He signed for a curve ballbut this hitter didn't chase.Ball one.A slider.That the next pitch I threw,popping him up for the second out.My nerveswere getting to me.Sweat was rolling down my neck,my heart was racing.The adrenaline,pumping through my ve
-Mouse thoughts-That's a funny place for cheese