Homesick

I feel as though I have packed up my life and put it in a box...
pulling out an old sweater filled with moth holes
it is forced back on.
Itchy and intollerable, I have become a bird with broken wings
caged in and unable to fly. What can I do?
I am a masked fool.
On parade, I take the mask off and yet it is forced back on.
This is not my home, it is a momentary place in time.
I miss my real home.

if this is beauty
then I'll write you a poem-

a prose-
such eleagant words
soft twists and subtle turns
a beautiful phrase
a lovely song

all for you

do I like him?

he's perfection in my eyes, and yet unattainable,
things are so different now that I am leaving

I know if I was here just a breath longer, I would.

I am a dried up hydrangea
a gawky grey bird facing a white swan
like a ballerina with lost shoes
I am a displaced cup of tea
a lengthened cord to which there is no end
like a bee up against a glass wall
I am fish without its scales
an old tattered book loosing its binding
like a crumpled peice of paper
I am awkward, I am displaced

Barcelona

Amidst the soft green velvet of trees, so prosperous in beauty that you can get lost within its world, I find myself unable to prevent a permanent smile from forming. Barcelona is vibrant. Swirling colors evade the senses… as life is swept through the city streets. Walking along the narrow streets, teeming with smell of human reality, fluttering laundry blows in the cooling wind, I look up from the darkened pathway, so parched from the sun, to find a bright blue sky, one so special, it is as if I cannot even describe. The cobbled stones click against my feet, and I feel myself being led to the warmed sand, outside the cramped walls, where sun glows soft, and the sea greets. But oh, that sea- cobalt intensity so easily willing to forget in its constant sweeping, rocking, drawing out into the infinite horizon of the Mediterranean deep. I smile, as I have before, and close my eyes… never wishing to leave.

hands

our lives between two worlds
and for a moment
we steal a glimpse of heaven
and keep it in our pockets
to take out and hold
worlds apart and still together
bound by a strand of stars

To whom this may concern:

Who are you to judge?
It's quite pathetic
Your obsession,
Fake smiles and
False friendship.
No more, you see,
I am withstanding, and
Your two stone hearts
Cannot rule me.
So laugh if you want,
Whisper into eager ears.
I am living my life
Free from your blind
Fascination with those
Who you can't control.
You think you own me,
Knowing my secret thoughts
But I'm just getting started.
Farewell- you know who you are
I'm tired of living in fear
Of loosing face
In front of false friends
Whom I once loved

lovebird

lovebird
an ironic twist
toxic lips that soothe
pulling in

crumbled walls
reveal eden
the serpent's guise
exposing our betrayal

a pernicious poison
fortune would have it
take over
let it fall

so fall we will
sweet lovebird
our fate sealed before us
now our volition

Tiny heartbeats nestled inside painted feathers
Soft down surrounding smart little eyes
Waxen beaks cooing familiar tunes
Minature breaths of life
Patiently chirping in soft tiny hands
Waiting to fly

Winter

Light passes through the frosted pane
A dulled glow is all that keeps me warm
No thought to spring, no thoughts at all
Complacent peace numbs a lonely heart
Flittered ice, swirls, dancing round
Alone, left solving winter's sphinx

Nathan. Thomas. Ruben. Daniel

She looks.
Philosophy on her mind.
She smiles.
Her fingers fold neatly in her lap.
She speaks.
Nathan.
She speaks.
Thomas.
She speaks.
Ruben.
She speaks.
Daniel.
She speaks, She speaks, She speaks.
He hates me, He likes me, He's not like that.
Everything that pours from her mouth is
Nathan. Thomas. Ruben. Daniel.
She doesn't know of anything other than
Nathan. Thomas. Ruben. Daniel.
With broken words she tries to voice
Beauty. Truth. Wisdom. Love. Laughter. Life.
Yet the words she finds are
Nathan. Thomas. Ruben. Daniel.

a kiss

Is it ok to say no to a kiss when you are sick?