Everything Starts with ‘The’

Silence: The thoughts buried from last night’s dream, The uncertainty of, “Am I where I’m supposed to be?” The determination to catch up with time, The obsessive need to re-lock the door, The suffocating exhaustion of a déjà vu spinning wheel, The doubts you fight to negate, The racing heartbeat that won’t slow down, These... Continue Reading →

Making Love

Her sigh gave him goosebumps. His touch gave her movement. They loved, giving passionately. Never noticing they were dancing. It didn’t matter the setting. One glance and they were tangled together, forming art.

Connected

Young their pinkies intertwined while sitting atop the monkey-bars. The heartbeat beneath his chest humming underneath a blanket in the back of his pick-up truck One went to college. The other stayed home, comfortable. Other people came and went; they both changed they both learned. A visit back home, a holiday parade, and a simple,... Continue Reading →

That Day….💚

When your heart races gasping in pleas, staring out the window humming a melody. The laughter of silence. Thoughts effortlessly skip, Wondering what it is you think of at a time like this. Anxiously waiting, sitting still, while emotions scramble to identify what it feels. You don't notice, but I do. That grin starting at... Continue Reading →

Define 📎

Color me simple, color me pure, suppose the part in the world that I hold. Think of me pretty. Or don't. Words are contingents, do we fit? Tell me how, why, and when. Categorized with more intersections than one. Separate who I am who I once was; what definition or word is that? Humanity.

The Sun Sets, The Moon Rises

Darkness consumes all, proves the array of shades of grey. The stars shine bright in a distant field where city lights cannot diminish them. The moon winks with its craters. I smile, in this moment distance is just another shade of grey.

Reflection

Clear realistic proportionate true transparent, You. A steamy mirror rests above the sink my warm finger streak across the warm steam. Patterned lines steam face steam. Brown eyes with smeared mascara watch me. Black rivers meticulous gaze, what is she thinking? Oh, how this face will change today.

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