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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, October 10, 2014


Bright sunlight 
you make me sleepy--
seeming like a glow at the end
I die but in my rest

White, bright you glow
and the
Selfless skies are
filled with the idea of
us

Lead filled eyelids 
droop like thick drops 
As if coming from you
only not

This wavering drowse
Like drunk off love
Or high off laughter
drifting daydreams
where nothing matters

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

the drive

dark gray and light blue
meet to mix the hue
of the silhouette that weeps
over and across the street.

the shaded asphalt
moved from the swaying of the tree
somehow looks as if
imitating static t.v.

the wind flirts with my hair
fluttering through my lashes,
as sun kissed caramel strands
make thin wavy blurs.

a smell of winter and greens
overflows from the
open windows,
airing over me.

my thought process is
whimsical to create this
beautiful imagery of a
task so typical

Monday, December 5, 2011

for two, twice. 21 lines.

I know too well                                 You don't care enough
this isn't too good                               you just feel bad
for me, for you.                                  for you, for you.
I know                                              You know it
I can tell                                             you do
we're too close                                  and you just keep
to catastrophe.                                   inward spiraling.

He hears too much                             Life is not nice,
too often, I think                                people are deceitful.
for me, for him.                                  Life is getting better.
It's okay,                                           You are the rock.
he says                                              Stay strong for two
It's just a test.                                    you need to
We are in love.                                  hold on (me & you)


***

a crazy voyage it has been
and stopping to look around
has brought it all to a
halted perspective
where at this pace
I just may
breathe again.

Monday, October 31, 2011

bare

There's an unspoken connection between you and me.
Synchronization!
It must be.
It's a language--I promise,
only we could speak.

There's a look that you give,
you and eye.
Hypnotized...
From the tip of my eyelash
to the back of your mind.

Simple and beautiful,
so peaceful this is.
Breathe in and out deeply.
Kiss, kiss.