The road not taken,
Seems like the better one.
We doubt our journey
Believing we’ve missed the fun.
(Originally posted February 2014) I remember when pain was an athletic choice not a sanguinary sentence imposed by a starburst whose bleeding mass fell from its immanence water weight crusted jagged energy piercing the bones that protected failed centers of me
My eyes can only look outward. They seek, witness, and search No singular thoughts of their own Catching movement and color Concentrating on sound sources Sorting light and darkness Outside binary restraints Transmitting their way into an inner vision Processed with thought Mixed with a wrinkling of the brow A flutter of lashes, a blink. […]
There are two or three men desperate for her. They beg to see, to touch, to give her things, the ocean and coastal terrain. She’d give in if her head and heart weren’t tied up in him, trying to teach her body not to yearn for a waterless hill, the tidal waste. Seconds of minutes […]
He watches me like a 12 year old boy watches his dream girl Like he can’t believe she’s walking over to talk to him It makes me giggle because it’s so cute But mostly, it melts me I have a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that I’m someone’s dream come true I keep waiting […]