12-6-15

Remember when we
were sun kissed
in the waters
bliss
the spell of the wind
through our hair

2-28-15

His hands were mysterious.

They cracked and curved,

stories held captive.

They were universes unexplored,

beyond reach.

They were deeper than the darkness,

more beautiful than the swaying tunes.

His hands were the night sky.

2-27-15

Barren trees
scream,
the piercing air.

Washed out skies
accept the silence
as their new language.

A chill
leaving the earth
agape.

12-4-14

And any minute
there’d be one I recognized,

one I’d seen in my head 
several times before.

The beat of the patters on my window 

cause me to shake, 

my body tense with anticipation.

A light

Another

another

and a streak of water falling away,

Yet my eyes do not move

except to the beat

of the words through my thoughts,

turning and weaving.

I do not look away.

Shadows of what has been seen 
disappear.

My mind ticks 

in anxious await.



(But nothing ever came

of that moment

or of those pats

and shakes

and ticks.)

11-13-14

It's frozen mornings when I most often think of you,
and the warmth you may someday bring
to thaw out my fingers and toes,
as you once did my heart.

10-2-14 (Skepticism)

They imagine a single moment
blinding a shallow feeling.
A feeling with
borders and bounds
They sneer past
The travel
no distance

For beyond the border
they see
exists a boundless field
consuming lifetimes to reach

For beyond the border
I see
exists only blinded
eyes.

Sonnet

This week in my British Literature class, one of our assignments was to write a sonnet (14 lined poem with a single central theme). After combining a few poems I had previously written, I was fairly pleased with the outcome:







Longing carves ridges beneath my eyes

I allow emptiness to roll onto my neck,

Leaving a wet trail,

The shadows of when he was here.

I crave that familiar feeling,

As I embrace the tears running down my cheeks;

The closest things I can feel to him.

Loneliness is when your thoughts become louder than the music,

More alive that the crowd.

It is standing in an empty street,

Watching lights change: green, yellow, red.

It is being trapped in your own mind

Searching for the beat of a breath.

It is all I have felt, apart from my love.