Severance

Naked words float along the stream

Nothing but self fulfilling prophecies

A spiral of confessions melts off my skin

And the wandering eyes drift onward

When I come clean

These words only cut me as I sink along the bend

Under the waves of melancholy memories

I’m a prisoner wailing to a siren

And no one knows where to find me

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Fragments

 

 

My eyes could only focus on the curtained view of an elsewhere place as I stared out of your window that day.
Knowing what was beyond the broken, you stitched together the freckles of my back as it breathed with heavy, tear stained songs. Remnants of my youth that trickled beside an ink-ladened parade of scars danced in the day.
And I watched you in parts, as the whole of me diluted in the poison that I made.
The smoke as it evaporated from your teeth.
The strands of your hair that filled with color as the sun gilded you with light.
The lips that never parted but still smiled with sweetness
I wondered how young you were when you lost your laugh and if I was in another mirror wistfully searching for mine to return.
An innocent but insufferable desire to fall so sweetly into a warm, dark place left us wrapped beneath a veil amidst the fragmented; tenderly and beautifully alone.

Fruit and Bright Colors

The girl with cherries on her shirt
Eats donuts,
Inconspicuously wiping frosting off her pants
Covers her mouth as she laughs
And passes by the mirror before she gets a chance
To wash her hands
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Talks to lonely spirits around her bed
Leaves her skirt, worn and un-hemmed
Sits in the library to eat her food
Smiles at a little girl with braids who peeks over the fence, and asks,
“What’s over there?”
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Tries to feel closer to her bones
Hops into cars with strange boys
Wears bright lipstick to match her clothes
Turns up the music, just the way they’d like
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Doesn’t talk when she’s asked
Finds love doesn’t choose easily
Hides behind objects of glass
Let’s the past sleep behind her eyes,
Where it can always be seen
The girl with cherries on her shirt
Sees in black and white
Only wears monochrome to match her eyes
Adds a bit of salt to her showers
Looks at her mother and asks,
“What’s over there?”

A Message to a Stranger, One Night. 2013

I think this weekend has been interesting. It’s been a blessing in many ways. I don’t find many opportunities where I get to have such a positive, strong connection to someone who is equally as passionate, caring and loving in everything that they do. Seeing you in your element on Friday was great. I think you’ve built a beautiful empire for yourself. I also think that finding such a rare beautiful moment in time is scary as fuck, and I would run for the hills and wake myself up if I believed I was dreaming it. I can’t wake myself up but I do go back to feelings and emotions when they are the only things that I’m sure of, the only things that make sense in a nonsensical situation. And I basque in the beauty of that moment until I have to give into the inevitability of a tomorrow. I wanted to thank you for showing me what moments can exist however stultifying and irresolute they can be. I also wanted to thank you for reminding me that reality is a force to be reckoned with and that many times we find ourselves walking by the road not taken instead of through it. Friday was fun. I don’t know how or what you felt. Alcohol has a way of romanticizing and creating situations that otherwise couldn’t happen. I hope that you understand that I enjoyed myself, although you may not remember when we parted. I’ve been writing a lot in these past few days and thinking about things. I just want you to know that I respect you and what you stand for and I’ve enjoyed trading poems and songs and words with you, regardless of where or when they were exchanged. You can be open with me, I know you can be because I know we are more alike than you may think. I’m here for you as a friend. As a stranger who made you smile. And I hope one day I’ll see you again.

A Picture Says……

I love photography. I have decided to unearth this passion of mine recently as an attempt to not only delve back into what makes me happy, but to also understand the importance of a single moment. The Orlando shootings have hit this country so hard, and much of what is left of those who were killed are their smiling faces in their last photos. Time is so precious, but what a photograph can capture, is a moment that may last forever. I pray for and send love to the families and survivors that were affected by this tragic event. To donate to the victims and their families, click the link below:

https://www.gofundme.com/PulseVictimsFund

Here are some photos I have taken over the years that have touched my life.

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