Broken though breathless ( Read more... )

Our hopes and dreams: unrealized, unrealistic,
In fashion just a year ago, now out of vogue,
Cleared out to make some room
For yet another heartbreak in the making.
The inventory of now antiquated tenderness
Still cluttering the shelves, growing stale. For sale
To whomever should pay the highest price for these sad
Wilted feelings of last summer, with a ( Read more... )

 A finger painted copy
Of a copy of a reproduction
Of an original imitation
In a gilded dignified frame

Reaching from the gutter
Of her own mediocrity
For the stars of a Hollywood
Ending kind of life

She diets on the sly
To fit into the off-the-rack
Costume of the long-suffering
And anguished protagonist

Rolling her eyes dramatically
At the embellishments
That ( Read more... )

What a beautiful couple we make,
     the subject of universal envy.
The pretending  
                           and
                                  the pretentious.

You.
So perfect.
Blessed with a turn-on switch
     for the stars in your eyes.
And good timing.

Me.
Pathologically making amends
     to anyone
     with however bogus a claim
     on my ( Read more... )

Haven't written in days.  Ideas are buzzing in my head, demanding to be let out, but as soon as I get my index fingers poised over "F" and "J" they get camera shy and freeze in the light of the monitor.  I wish I could wrangle them out.  Maybe then I wouldn't feel strangled by the overabundance of unspoken words.

I really wish I could just lay on ( Read more... )

It was meant to be one of those casual lunch dates, where you laugh over soup and salad, split the bill, and go your separate ways stifling the little voice deep down somewhere, which rebelliously dares to wish for something more. Just friends. The cautious flirting never dares to bubble over the edge. The accident of hands brushing carelessly ( Read more... )

Decided to write a series of semi-fictional essays about dates.  Some are my recollections (with a lot of "artistic freedom"), some - attempts to peek into someone else's mind, others - stories overheard or imagined.     The title seemed appropriate as the series is going to be made up of vague recollections and wild fantasies of random days in ( Read more... )

Silently falling in love with the me that I see through your eyes ( Read more... )

No goodbyes just the scraping of my heels on the pavement
Little pebbles of memory getting caught in the wake
This is how the girls walk away in old movies and books
Freedom an exclamation point at the end of enslavement

No goodbyes just a set of strong wings blowing dust in your face
Clipped wings grown out as a period at the end of a prison term
Pages ( Read more... )

Sincere sentiments built in well-chosen apt words ( Read more... )