You and I have seen each other; this is not the first time and yet – here it happens, a chance meeting of the eye and now everything’s different – it begins the story I wasn’t expecting we see each other – I hope. I wasn’t seeking you, I could not anticipate it would be…
Tag: love
A single love
A single love I yearn for those promising afternoons sunny golden skies drinking from your eyes the poetry I so have always grown towards.
No escape from You
Get into my bodyas a televised fear.Take up all the roomand don’t let me brood. I’ll follow and wanderpast all mental confines.I’ll stretch beyond the windows,I’ll smash the statues of time.I’ll rip the scarlet scroll,I’ll face the fate of my blindfold. Get in tonight and rise at dawnto leave me in silence nevermore.Relinquishing peace and…
Blistered hearts
blistered heartsdon’t fear just hurtstraddles don’t look like usroaming in the dustwe just have blisteredwild hungry hearts fires on the horizonconsume our nightstucked in by secret desireswe wish not to see the lightbut crave what we deserve to haveand thenwe calm your restless mind but these blistered heartsthey’ve got dreamsand they work hardwe come to…
Day and Night, I do
* These shards of hope cannot cut my skin, I’m made of tainted glass I feel the edges as my own. I can pick them up every day and put them back in the sun, where they can grow tight and make you smile. ** There are these moments when the moon is full and…
Bittersweet holiday
Shimmering gold and I’m dreaming still, my arms closing in like the jealous tide, won’t ever try to find a better shore where to stop by.
How to know your life purpose – or how to get one
What is your calling? What is the purpose of your life? Why are you alive? What is the value of your life? What makes life valuable to you? What is a life well-lived? How do you find meaning in life? So many questions we ask ourselves. Some of us, we ask them constantly. Almost every…
Whispers
A finger tracing a curve. A hand moving towards my heart. A whisper saying something my ear cannot understand. A wave of warmth that falls on my body as if a blanket had just been laid upon me. Two arms rising my back. A tickling caress on my face, pitch dark as the night that…
All we need
That same story again. Echoing in my head, like a long forgotten dream that comes back after years of lying under the radar of my consciousness. The face of that beautiful girl, hiding behind another one with a stronger heart. Those eyes so full of desire and dreams, and that body, so sweet but always…
Warm feathers of hope
My Mom once told me a story about the real angels that came to save us. They didn’t have wings. They didn’t all sing with sweet voices. They didn’t stay forever by our side. They weren’t always beautiful and graceful. They didn’t have amazing lives. She told me that angels were as imperfect as I…