I’m a nomad,
With a home,
Not far away
But long enough.
A pink pillow
The only clue
Where I lay,
Where I’m safe.
Breath of air
Feeds wandering eyes
Feet turned backwards
Heart looks forward.
I’m a nomad,
No clear direction
Birds fly east
Toward beginnings.
Only one pair
On the path
My fingers reach
Grasping at air.
A northern star
Fades at dark,
The story unclear,
But I’m here.
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You desend in your confidence
A hot mess in an open valley,
The pivotal pixel in any image,
The negative to my dark room.
You demand to command
With your hands on my hips
Keeping me in your space
So that only eyes are in focus.
I saw a boy I once knew
But now a jaded soul
Has replaced a smile
That was once so comforting.
So much has been spent
With tiny pieces of heart
Every time that boy asked
I gave away so effortlessly.
Senses renewed
With the feel of his lips
But the heart crumbles
With memory of its losses.
I’ve given what I can give
Without interrupting its beats
Just learning new melodies
To the pieces that still fit.
This time a man claims
For my heart in my palms
But my fingers grow around it
Saving me from harm.
His heart has grown
With pieces of me,
But I am only a fraction
Of who I once could be.
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I write
so that you and I
can come alive.
In these 8 x 11 borders
we can be free
to know we can breathe.
Eyes can peer
fingers may hold us
but we don’t fuss
We are alive
taking long walks
across each lined block.
Greeting our fellow
vowels and consonants
that make our love sonnet.
Our only fault
to think we are immortal
when we are written in pencil.
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I love you,
but not like that.
I’m a good liar,
you see –
My morning routine consists
of putting on a mask,
blending together so that
the end is the beginning.
I love you,
but not like that.
I’m a good liar,
you see –
I speak in a different tongue
when I see your eyes,
it leaves a foreign taste,
but I always get a response.
I love you,
but not like that.
I’m a good liar,
you see –
When our fingers brush
goosebumps spread,
I’m rigid like a statue,
nerve endings on pause.
I love you,
but not like that.
I’m a good liar,
you see –
I write this poem
with a broken pen,
truth leaks out the top,
no control over the ink.
I love you,
but not like that.
I’m a good liar,
you see?
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I float above the skies,
where I am untouchable.
I am finally somewhere
you have to look up to me.
You can’t escape my tears.
The more I need,
the bigger that they become,
so that you feel like drowning.
The pain comes in low rumbles,
clouding your sight of all light.
until only my image can appear,
a constant reminder.
The worst is yet to come.
When you can do nothing
but look until your eyes hurt,
flowers will grow in spite of
the wallowing bird songs.
A sign that I am all gone
except for the mark that
I finally made on your heart.
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You love me
But we
Are not the love
Of two
People who seek
To free
The beating, soft hearts
Of who
We will be
When time
Runs out for us
But the
Love of us
Will keep
Us alive into a
Never ending
Life of longing.
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Even with my eyes closing fast
The thought of you still fights vast
The last thought before i sleep
Angers me because I’m weak
I spend all day going forward
But spend all night getting nowhere
My defense falls at the last stage
My bed is viewed as a cage
I can’t get out or refrain
From what truly leaves me in pain
It would be worthwhile
If i could not smile
When your image arises
In front of my eyes.
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They started out sitting across from each other, but by the end of the hour they were sitting side by side. Giggling and enjoying each others company too much to notice the empty seats and deserted mugs of coffee around them. Her hands twitching nervously in her lap. His leg across his knee bouncing. The chemistry humming around them in an aurora that is invisible to only them. As it comes time for them to go their separate ways, they each keep avoiding the inevitable.
He makes a move to stretch his arm out behind her along the back of the leather booth. She unconsciously starts to tap her right foot as he moves closer to her side. Her body’s response to the excitement and nerves of what that move could mean.
Silences coming more often now.
They start analyzing everyone else in the cafe, a person’s shoes, what they are reading, a couple arguing in the corner. Every little thing to take the pressure off of them. Overlooking the perfect moment they are in. Two young hearts that have found a comrade for the first time. Hearts vibrating with the unmistakability of what is going to occur.
He smiles when she laughs, she blushes with a compliment.
She now moves to lean into his shoulder, he looks down and smiles as if they have sat that way forever.
She moves to sit up again but he keeps her there with his hand on her shoulder. She looks surprised but melts at his touch back into her spot. He reached and took her hand in her lap, turning it over and playing with her fingers. She watched for a moment before turning her head to his. As he leaned in and gave her a small kiss, their bodies were completely still.
People chatter. A child runs away from its mother. A girl is engrossed in the world that her novel is providing.
No one aware of the rare act taking place in front of them.
But me.
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