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It seems as though I am in a constant state of transition.People come, people go, but nothing ever really changes.Perpetual motion until a greater force propels me in another direction.I … Continue readingThe Transitory Nature of Self
Sweet and sour, puckered tongues, and stained fingertipsI had a great line here, but I deleted it in revisionI tend to ramble and I drop in images from the things … Continue readingPomegranate Juice
Walk a perfect circle around me,Quietly observe my happily married peers,some with kids, some not, but never alone.I don’t see the start of that world for me ever,and I feel … Continue readingThe Precarious Position
I’m trying to recallHow it felt to haveA country home in your arms The scent of your cologneBlinds the fiber of my beingA party as the world ends The beat … Continue readingCulmination
It had to look real.Bruise had to be shaped just so.Lampshade swayed like Newton’s law.Equal but opposite.It was the only heavy object within reach.Timed carefully.The neighbors would hear.They would see … Continue readingFlip the Script
Screaming into the windSilenced by the rushThat whips by the open window Intrusive thoughts from the top downGrandparent, parent, child, apoUnable to unfold itself With the snap of gods finger, … Continue readingDéchirure dans la lumière fantastique
Quand il m’embrasse,je ne sais quoi faire.J’entends les rouges-gorges chantons,et la glace dans mon esprit se brise.Je me sens meilleur quand il est prés,et mon conte de fées est complet. … Continue readingS’embrasser
Over cinnamon apple tea,technicolor pictures galore,she dreamed of her lover,and so much more.I was a starving artist,oil streaked carnations, arm’s reach.I danced with peasants,and ate with kings. The rustle of … Continue readingMrs. Bumblebee
Où est mon coeur?Il est dans les yeux bruns à mon amant.Pourquoi est-ce qu’il est parti à chez moi?Ma peau fait froid sans il.Je penche ma tête dans une prièrepour … Continue readingMon Coeur
Hello World has the distinction of being the very first poem I ever wrote, circa 1997. hello world,what are you doing on my front step?guess it’s my turn to shine … Continue readingHello World
Unfriendly fountainAn ugly monster danceswhilst watching the time
It’s a life of tiny shards, make it pretty.Meat, rice, vegetables, fish, sugar, spice.Everything and nothing is nice.The culmination inside another wistful dream.Compartmentalized for a fleeting moment.Consumed like fire in … Continue readingBento Life