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.
Writings
Puzzle pieces
More often than not, people fall for the person who they say “fixed” them or the person who “put the pieces back together”. The first person who showed up to their doorstep when they were wallowing in heartache. Like all they want is to be saved. Like all they need is to be saved. I…
The one who never was
Dreaming of you has become my worst fear. Because I shouldn’t be. I do not wish to be with you. I do not even think of you. We had our chance, we blew it. I don’t even consider that as something real now. There were times in the past when I was concerned about you…
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…
Thoughts on Valentine’s Day
We were wandering through the mall just last week, and I took notice of all the sad attempts to attract more business from a day that, in my opinion, is over-hyped: Valentine’s Day. The problem with Valentine’s Day is that it’s created a notion that materialism is associated with love. Don’t get me wrong. I’m…
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