Over and over can't decide whether i should hold on or let go, move fast or move slow give up or give my all ( Read more... )

Relative to you
I'm a mess
molecules
chaotic, dispersed
collisions
dis-ease
im-balance

Relative to others
I am fine
I am cool as a cucumber
silent as the eye of the storm
I am lemonade on a hot day
dripping down your chin
staining your white shirt.

I sing of you of the silver tongue ( Read more... )

The sounds of my footsteps on the snow

Echoing in my ears

Travelling without concept of motion

Motion devotion emotion.

Let me create ( Read more... )

A spark  reflects in your eyes
coaxing kindling to life
breath blowing fire
your hands cupping liquid heat.

You were gold and sunshine in a world turned pale and sere
You illuminated my sorrows and showed me my joy
the words that fell from your lips were poetry and sustenance to my parched throat
and coated me in honey
your hands worshipped my flesh
and made me sing

you drew your line in the sand
as you dropped my hand
leaving me with your bad mood
and a vale of tears.

 I may never
turn a word 
or craft a phrase
to my liking
but I keep trying
and praying 
for that peace
that comes 
as these thoughts
glide out of my fingertips
and onto the page
skittering insect
words of feverish insight.

You burned with the light of stars
owned the floor as we danced through bars
liquid magic guiding our steps
trembling on a precipice
willing ourselves to fall, to live, to feel,
to inhabit spaces above, below and in between 
tapestries of gold and silver threads
of words, blanketing our heads
blocking out the world.