leaps and bounds
you make me feel brand new when i’m with you I feel like i can walk the span of the continents in just a few steps and i can reach as high as the sun without ever burning my fingers i feel a new power inside my heart and my head one that makes me want to give you the sweetest things the earth has to offer and take you by the hand as i pick stars from the sky to store in my pockets like loose ch...
catch all the fires
It is not for you to catch all the fires that find theirflight to Guernica | the cinder settles on the paletteafter being coughed from the lung, this was yourhome, that which was swelling on the pasture ofeach breath you struggled to unearth | how manyhours were lost with the gazania now sharing theafterlife with the woven blanket laced by the bentfingers of your sleeping grandmother who did no...
Friday, 2:13 PM
…clusters of polo-clad teenagerssoftly chatter, as they stride down cobblestone sidewalksthe sky, brushed with wisps of clouds; sun raysbeat down on heads belowminivan after minivan honk angrily at one other,all while delightful aromasfrom the pastry shop waft,consuming the airthe array of quaint storefronts boast— striking tulip bouquetsnewspaper headline sensationalismmenacing brie samplesrac...
When
When did you realize that everything falls apart if you just tug at one loose thread? How did you know to just let it be, not to question, not to pull? Did that Beatles song tell you or is it just a lesson that each one of us needs to learn in our time?
Presently
They're meeting.They're chatting.They're laughing.They're liking.They're understanding.They're leaning.They're kissing.They're goodbye-ing.He's calling.She's answering.He's thanking.She's rejoicing.He's offering.She's agreeing.He's planning.They're scheduling.They're remeeting.They're enjoying.They're questioning.They're debating.They're compromising.They're delighting.They're relocating.They'...
Lying
Does lying beside you count as lyingIf I’m imagining someone elseIn your place?Why do I feel so aloneWith your hand on my hipAnd your gaze fixed on my eyes?I tell you that I love you;How am I supposed to say otherwiseWhen you’re so close and everyone elseIs so far away?
The Flow
Sometimes, I find myself gasping for air,tossed about by waves,struggling to stay afloat.I am overwhelmed.All it takes is one final wave to crestbefore I am plunged into the depthsof my psyche,being pulled to wherethe deceptively calm cerulean of the surfacegradates into navy.It feels as though my ankle is tetheredto the ocean floor by a ropeand that rope is getting shorter,or perhaps it is bei...
Dear Me: You DID that
You did that.Did what?Did that.That?You took your dreamsand flew,you said "no more",took your life,and reclaimed itas yours.You held your head high,cut off ties that strainedyour soul, and learnt how to bealone.I don't like to be alone.No one does, but you faced the mirror.Reflected; deflected everything,what servedand what didn't.You are connected;redirected on your soul paththat awaitsfor you...
Gala Apples
Everyday, I sound more like my mother. I offer apples and receive the core—
Maybe I’ll plant the seeds tomorrow. I just wanted to be kind. Please, (please) Let me be gentle.
Let me be
Let me be stained with ...
Little Air
We come into this world with so much light and passion.Our potential burning to become something great; something amazing and beautiful.But sometimes that beautiful burning can get snuffed out – stifled.Through absolutely no fault of our own.You are so tender and fragile and beautiful and sweet and lovely and while you are all of these things and more, the hand you are dealt is not always equal...
Is it too late or too soon?
Right now, we are close, pulling towards each other. I know that if I wait, suspended in non-action we will pull away from each other again, the release becoming easier as we gain distance. But this doesn't scare me; in fact, I find it comforting to know, to feel assured that at the end of this cycle we'll be in each other's orbit again. But what I don't know is where we'll be, how much things ...
In between
Somewhere along the line,between my rented room and credit card,I’d left myself between the seat and the door of my mom's parked blue Toyota.I’d left myself between the cushions of a thrown out green couch.I’d left myself between two friends,whose last names aren’t the same.I’ll remember it soon enough.When I hear the chorus play.That the words I type on my work computer,will not take the pain ...