Sometimes I lose the ability to turn words into art. Maybe I should let them speak for themselves, but they can be such timid fellows, and I wouldn’t want to pressure them. So instead I’ll just listen to the silence the world destroys by talking and talking, wishing I could say something that would make…
Poetry & Prose
A Feeble Attempt
It’s strange how you think you can capture your feelings for someone in a few words and when you go do just that, you discover that the said feeling is ever expanding, beyond your reach, like a galaxy. And every attempt at expressing it is powerless.
My Mother is a Star
My mother is a falling star. Leaving all that is golden about her in her trail until she is nothing but blackness, or maybe a grey rock that crashes through my window and into my loft. Bleeding out all her glitter on the way down to rock hard ground. Going from something I always imagined…
Today
Yesterday, I was inspired to write this. Yesterday, I had something beautiful to say. Yesterday, I waxed poetic. I was a prophetic genius. Today, I am trying to be who I was yesterday. I am holding on to some vague idea that I had for a minute or two, and I am trying to express…
Rose Petals and Mint
Delicate pecks. Smile. Giggle. Silence, take a breath. She brushes colors across his lips. Wet and warm. Tastes like mint. Fiddle fingers across ink and paper. Thoughts are washed aside. Breaths mingled, hands encircling, fingers running down the spine. Pause he said. Shudders and quivers and chills and thrills. Look each other in the eyes….
Pages
When I was a kid I asked, “How are babies made?” My mom responded, “Go back to your room.” I asked why but all I got Was a make-face. When I was in grade school I asked, “Is there something wrong with me?” My big brother-cousin responded, “Yeah. Put powder on your face.” I asked…
Never More Than Once
In the most peculiar occurrence I found you, Ask thrice, have a cup of coffee with me? Smiled like two halves of a book crashing open. Ask me twice have a drink with me? Ask four times if the risk is worth the reward Ask five times how you see it all panning out Ask…
Stranger
You think you have a clue as to who I am, who I want, what I want, why I’m here, what my gaze is, what my smile is. Try again.
01.23
Tracing back in time when there was only silence and the two of us I put myself thither I realize what a sweet sound ‘t was Probably the sweetest silence one will ever hear in his life
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