There’s a bench in the park that’s keeping all of my secrets
On it lies the things I have seen with my ears and the things I have heard with my eyes
On that bench I watch things
Most days I watch humans Continue reading The Noise in the Silence
I wish you would stop pretending.
Pretending that everything is okay when it feels like your world is crumbling down around you. I wish you could stop acting like a superwoman and just fall down and cry. I wish you could just let it all out and tell the world how tired you are. I wish that for once you would stop putting everyone ahead of yourself…just once…that you could put yourself first and just love yourself before you attempt to love anyone else. I wish you could stop for a minute, look into the mirror and realize just how different the woman looking back at you is from the woman you ought to be. For once, just this once, I wish you would not give a dame and just run wild, run to that place in your heart that you buried the day you decided it was okay to not be happy. I wish that for once, you would stop pretending to be happy and actually be happy. Continue reading The Woman I Wish You Were
He’s a gem of a man, behold!
Arrogant but shy
Charming by the day
But a devil in the night
He’s fluent in the languages of love, lust, loneliness and heartbreak
His lips whisper promises of ectasy and boundless liquid pleasure
Reality he grapples with
Fantasy he embraces
Time he hates
His world is a facade of castles and kingdoms
With marble walls and glass doors
A mirage of sorts;
He the king and I his queen
His mind is a dome of complexity
It speaks of love in the morning
And lust in the evenings
But love I’ve had and want no more
A prisoner of lust am bound by choice
I seek no more and I desire not his heart
….Or anyone else’s
Escape is my precedence
And he…a fortunate accident
Did i just stutter?
I hear the sands of time
Tick, drop, tick, drop they go
Time behold my foe
Pray my life sublime
Slowly, the hour glass fills
I once gazed upon his dancing eyes, his mysterious smile, his mismatched socks, his crooked teeth, his littered clothes on the floor and all I did was frown.
He was not perfect. He was never going to be perfect.
Today I gaze upon the same dancing eyes, the mysterious smile, the mismatched socks, the crooked teeth, the littered clothes on the floor and all I can do is swoon.
He is not here. He will never be here.
So here I stand, surrounded by memories frozen in time and memories playing on mind.
How is it that the very things I destested , the things I frowned upon and the things I hated I now look upon with such longing?
Take me back… to a time when I could see and feel, a time when I could hear and respond….
Give me back any moment…even the ones that made me despondent
Just take me back to a time when you were nigh.