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There's Something There...

say it was in the stars,

something supernatural led me to you.

say it was the moon

pulling my tides closer to you.

 

it’s something deeper

than a mere connection.

it’s something in the waiting

& it grows with our knowing.

 

you can’t put your finger on it.

there’s something there.

some call it ‘love’

but it digs in so much further.

 

it’s in our details...

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In Solidarity

He looks to the left, a quick pause to check the commotion. 
There’s shouting crying out on the street. Stomping boots, 
signs in hand. It’s another day, another protest, nothing to 
worry over. She questions him, “What’s happening?” It 
could be anything or nothing at all. They want attention 
and this is the day they chose to be seen. 

“You should go, I know I would if I could.” She embr...

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Have You Noticed

Have You Noticed?
after Mary Oliver

have you noticed how certain poems linger 
in the echoes of yesterday 

how certain triggers replay
a certain phrase

how hanging onto words
engulfs an empty room

how walking through fields
begets velvet moonlit nights listening to you

how spinning a record after dropping a needle
births a mountain of longing and sorrow 

have you ever notic...

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Don’t Walk In Anger

I twist in the night, in anger.

I wake in the morning, in anger.

I know the dreams are just dreams 

but the aching is tangible, 

it’s at the forefront that I can’t shake.

It’s too early to feel this way, with holes punctured through the heart. 

A feeling that I’ve been used as target practice.

Congratulations, you’ve won…

You’ve robbed me yet again from waking with the deli...

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You're So Sentimental

he says as it relates 
to a date 
of another first 
we’ve had. 

It reminds me of things 
I shouldn’t hold onto. 

It shouldn’t matter 
when I first noticed 
the way light hits his beard, 
or how his colors blend 
as in a Monet, 
only that I see them. 

It shouldn’t matter 
when those butterflies first flew 
from our insides; 
only that they fly every time. 

It shouldn’t matte...

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Who Has Your Tongue

I mull over the quietness,
the licking of thoughts
collected and trapped inside,
blocking airwaves.

Only things that escape
are the redirects,
anything to take the focus
off of what can’t be seen.

They’ll have to perform surgery
to get this out of me.

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It Can Be Wonderful and Terrible, But It Always Tickles the Right Spot

The way grey hits the wooly fibers across his chin,

like individual spikes of a wheel

poking in multiple directions,

with fusing colors like a Monet.

 

I graze my fingers through the fibers

like walking through cornfields 

with long and mysterious paths that

lead to depths I long to uncover.

 

He rests his hands upon his cheek,

pondering his next move

then strok...

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Speak for the Trees

tears fall from the tips of leaves, 
no longer heaving but finally at peace, 
no longer a place for relief, 
no longer bending to the constant breeze, 
no longer kept afloat meandering rivers, 
no longer subject to raging fires, 
no longer a victim to defeat. 

tides no longer pulling at the heart, 
stars no longer hovering above, 
no longer tormented to be part of the world 
that casts...

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Coastal Wanderers

in the blaze of the summer heat, drips

of sweat rippled down our smooth skin backs.

 

we set out for adventure along the Pacific coast,

the four of us squeezed in a compact sedan.

 

sisters laughing, shouting, nowhere else to be.

engaging winding hair-pin turns, honking,

 

speeding, and slamming on the brakes

as the afternoon sun scorched the town.

 

we reveled ...

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A bump in the night...

the voice comes to me 
as a phantom in a dream. 

as i write 
the voice channels 
from him to me. 

laughter vanishes 
to staring at the sea, 
to the house 
that no longer carries 
his childhood dreams. 

vacanies searching for occupation 
from passing through stations 
to platforms holding onto memories, 
all of it comes to me. 

in my internal screenplay, 
is he the playwright...

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Sheltered in Place

they will never know the stillness, 

the silence, as the world hushes

when the first snowflakes drop out of the sky.

 

they will never feel the crisp air

or see white blanket the fields

as it does every year.

 

kept indoors,

safe and warm,

where humidity breathes,

where mist showers from above,

and crawling critters burrow,

where life continues.

 

under...

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Summer Love Swept Away

summer days filled 
with dragonfly dreams 

our love, like beach vacationers 
passing by 

retreated 
deep in the night 

we'll remember 
what summer love has done 

in this jaded seaside town 
after the blazing sun has gone down 
nothing remains but tumultuous sea sounds 

like a discarded napkin 
left by a shattered dish, 
love was swept away with the rubbish

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You Never Knew

you think you know a guy 

years, months, weeks, 

day in and day out 

conversations exchanged

how things were left unsaid

how we chose or chose not to be

 

how we hide behind the way we speak

how we say or don’t say

the things we mean

 

you think you know a guy

and suddenly he’s a stranger

you never knew his thoughts,

never knew the things he’s done,

nev...

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The Season of Changes

Every Autumn fills
with browns and reds,
yellows and oranges;

Sweeping leaves
and a steady wind
blowing through trees.

Halloween decorations,
candy corn, and costume trials
as little ones prepare

for changes in the air.
Days lead up to celebrating
another trip around the sun,

yet this season is another reminder
of all those years ago
when we lost you.

Years collect dust ri...

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Tears of a Poet

When I think of Carlos, 
a beautiful soul of a man, 
emotional, heartfelt poetry bleeds through 
Tears creep on the brink of every reading 
His hand held over his heart to keep it in 
He makes a mark wherever he goes 
The rhythm of his words flow 
And it leaves you speechless 
All you can mouth is ‘wow…’ 

Pondering over poems to capture what I believe in 
A work of art always in progre...

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unease

it’s been three days 
with clear blue skies 

every morning 
i stand in disbelief; 

there’s nothing to obstruct the view 
nothing to prevent the light from coming through 

so why do i feel at unease? 
because even now, the skies are just a tease

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Sudden Attack

The heart stops,
stomach drops,
and fear attacks
tearing and scraping the insides.
Stepping back, it’s not the right time.
It’s too delicate; my hands are tied.

I stall. I ruminate. I do all the things not to destroy this.
I dread that I will, gravely… to the point of not moving.
This is what it’s like when people become a ghost.
It’s too much to go forward.
So, I turn
in the opposite...

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The Arrival

the approval has been granted, 
the lift of the travel ban, 
the ticket longed for is now in hand 

three days scheduled 
in glorious summer heat 
with a lover’s heart in waiting 

greeted at the airport 
a loving embrace 
and staring deep into each other’s face 
before a long evening at an outdoor cafe 

between smiles exchanged 
we smooth out spaces 
between places that haven’t 
...

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The Gift and the Curse

What I thought I had lost,

a love that would never return,

now fulfills distant dreams-

an unanticipated ecstasy.

 

But while caught in the midst of it,

how is it that I still think of you?

The one who got so close but still so far away,

the one who buried me deep,

with a voice on repeat,

I can’t seem to make that voice,

or those words, go away.

 

How is it t...

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in your city

Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-seven-08-30-2020

eyes squeeze shut all at once with 
wishes whispered under breaths to be 
anywhere else, anywhere cooler than 

the constant heatwave of near 100 degrees. 
Toes dip into makeshift sandy beaches 
along the city’s river while children 

play in water fountains next to erected sand...

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One More Moondance, My Love

Originally published in Clay Literary’s RAVEN:https://www.clayliterary.com/post/raven-issue-eight-09-06-2020

A cool October evening presented itself in front of us, 
the full moon in the sky hovered above, and the tension 
between us lent itself to lyrics that resonated to every 

following Autumn. ‘Can I just have one more Moondance 
with you, my love?’ you sang as we walked arm in arm. I...

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Amongst the Shadows

Illuminating
Fields of gold stretch far and wide
Hues of orange speckled with pinks and yellows
Underneath an open sky

You live here in the light
While I place shades upon the bridge of my nose
To block the blinding light
And live amongst the shadows

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in your flood

one step out the door
one step forward
one step closer
to the flood

one step backward
one step in reverse
one step away
from drowning

a punch to the gut
and tears streaming,
more than the smiles
more than the ‘i love you’s

and how many more years like this
how much can i take like this

i agreed to ever after
but this now, these lows
i can do without
i barely survive the cr...

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this is not my own

rip out my insides,

pull out the intestines

from the gut punches bruised,

the heart that heaves

and beats rapidly for thee,

the mind that overthinks

and runs ceaselessly over everything,

pull it all out,

it does nothing for me,

it only runs for you.

 

my hands were made to hold only you

my arms were made to embrace you

my legs were made to wrap around you

...

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I wish it didn't sting

I wish it didn’t sting

when rejection tears apart 

what I’ve poured my heart into, 

hidden emotions or fragments thereof 

painting scenes that tiptoe quietly 

or outright screams. 

 

I wish it didn’t sting

when he doesn’t think much of me,

but rather holds a love 

kept at a distance that silently breaks 

both of us apart.

 

I wish it didn’t sting

when corr...

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the loudest sound

vibrations reverberating
emitting from within and all around,

complementary yet opposing
reaching higher into the stratosphere,

returning one by one
striking through bone & marrow

which ones do I block out?
which ones do I hold onto?
which ones do I let fall to the ground?

I pick one up in my hand,
hold it close to my ear
as a shell echoes the sea
& let it whisper all its truth...

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Rising Waters

soft rolling waves 
brushing the shoreline 
come hurling. warmth

that used to make 
your blood boil makes you 
recoil deeper 

from all that you 
have felt and long to 
feel. digging deep

into the sand 
to push it away, 
you recoil 

into yourself. 
this was not part of 
the plan; moving

to the city 
to be part of the 
scene, only to

find you’re constantly 
sinking.

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seawavessinking

timepieces have reversed (part 1)

sprouting from the underground,

reaching for the light,

messengers of truth 

tell us the news 

 

spoken dreams 

awaken us now, 

emboldened by our own worth, 

timepieces have reversed 

 

our covert existence,

like buried keepsakes 

begged for air,

pained to be bare 

 

our struggles,

spotlight moments in

Hollywood movies; as we weep, 

the only wa...

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Call It What It Is

Heatwaves radiating across the country,

common occurrences every summer

now occurring every season.

 

Summer stretches long into Fall,

makes a cameo during Winter

And begins earlier every Spring.

 

It’s a heatwave, they say.

No, it’s global warming.

No, it’s now called climate change, haven’t you heard?

No, that’s all fake news.

It’s only a heatwave, you see.

...

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We've Never Had Water Here Anyway

As originally published with Clay Literary's Raven: https://www.clayliterary.com/post/design-a-stunning-blog

 

‘Neath the blistering heat, California poppies cast

themselves to the hillside sun as wayward children

 

start to lose their breath, as you now fight for yours,

running to chase the summer blues away.

 

The young and old all begin to fail; heatwaves

take the lun...

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sing to me

sing me a song at every chance,

with every glance

capture me with your smile,

make the lyrics repeat in my head,

let your tone send shivers through me,

and when I hear the first notes,

let that song send me back to you.

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Where does it hurt?

It’s a walking numbness, a dull pain  
that sometimes presents itself in waves. 
It slowly builds, and one day, every few weeks it explodes. 
I can’t bring myself out of bed. 
The rolling tears subside for a moment only to build again and again. 
The world outside, and the family inside, doesn’t exist, only what’s happening right here. 
Only this pillow, only this blanket, only the thoughts ...

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the process of becoming

peel back the layers when 
you shared the process to the end result, 
you let me in and i mistook the meaning 
of a subtle sign that you let me in to a sacred space, 
seeing what makes you tick. 

a subtle hand holding 
but my dizzy head was lost in lust. 
what else could i trust, but we became 
kindred spirits longing, connecting, becoming. 

walk me back through your streets, your hid...

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no return address

sew my eyes shut
tape my mouth closed
board me up in a box
& send me off

attach the postage
drop me off
at the post
don’t open

until i see you there
and i hear you say ‘my love’
and i feel you
next to my warm skin

until then, leave me here

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your hands, your kiss

your hands, your kiss

I have been held and kissed before

but nothing like this

 

what is it about your hands, your kiss

that makes me believe

that nothing compares to this

 

I could see into others’ eyes

I could hold someone else’s hands

but I don’t feel their soul like you feel mine

 

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a dessert you fancy

i started to question the connection

& couldn’t breathe

 

images mix up in a daydream

that replay constantly 

 

sometimes a new image appears

did someone change the videotape?

 

these images and connections aren’t only in my head

but i fear this is only gravy,

a topping or an extra side 

or just a dessert you fancy

 

it must be deeper

than remembering

...

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memories

to belong here

irritating tears-

         a hardening 

before a sense of

         belonging

 

breaking down waves of

         rebellion

 

a window

to the heart & soul of: 

 

trying, sorting,

feeling, fighting,

        howling

unchartered spaces

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the lull of the storm

the pitter-patter of droplets upon my windowpane 
tap relentlessly 
blowing left & right 
remind me of the storm we once created 
now settled deep into my mind 

oh, to get swept up in your storm 
the intensity of your words 
the passion brewing & spilling over 
the constant wind whipping & striking 
before the longest lull 

most nights i now sit and wait 
for your storm 
to consume...

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bound by the same thread

Pick up a needle, 
a red piece of thread,  
eye the eye of the needle 
slowly push it through 

Tie a knot at one end 
to make sure it knows where to stop 
push the needle through the fabric 
pull and tug at its end 

In & out, and around again 
stitch after stitch 
just enough to tie the fabric together 
just enough so nothing else gets through 

Our fabric 
threaded together, 
t...

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North Star

Shining brighter than the moon 

Shining brighter than the sun

The north star in my sky

Directing me through every night

 

You paint colors in my mind,

Perfect nights of you and I

We were made for this

We were made for the night sky

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abandoned sea of flames

My stomach starts to churn, 
it’s been a while since I’ve heard from you 
and your letter burns 
with an aching that quickly forms swells 
in the corner of my eye; 
I know this feeling all too well. 

My hand reaches for the source 
of the pounding, yet I question myself: 
Why did I stop this river from flowing? 
Responses form that would never greet 
your ears, and never leave my lips....

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building tomorrows

distant memories of 

what we no longer are

as our former lives are out the door

how do we move on

and build a passage to tomorrow

when i look up to the skies

and only have the stars

to remind me

the best moments 

are our yesterdays

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memories

Out of the dark corners

Out of the dark corners, 

images of another time 

creep into the forefront 

of my mind.

 

Images of you and I

mix with the scenery.

Our bodies entwine 

in front of me.

 

Shining down, 

or seeping in,

blurring the focus 

of what actually broke us.

 

Layering conversations

our wanting to be held close,

I jump into the frame and breathe us in.

 

...

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Stay...

a convenient state 
a safe distance 
    far away 
    kept cool 
yet close enough 
    to keep warm 
only in touch by one method: 
    a dream 
revived to a slow pulse 
   by whispered words: 
     “It’s all real, just believe. 
         Stay with me.”

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Doublespeak

Doublespeak

doubles the crime

of a doubled life

just like the last time

I held you

 

I have you

but I don’t

I love you

but I don’t

I search for what I’m missing

in between our intense kissing

 

Stimulating conversations

beautiful words that lift me up

impassioned exchanges

stories with deeper meaning

culture, music, political issues

let’s excha...

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Choking

c h o k i n g . . . 

on unfathomable words

      only a hint 

            of something 

 more...

 

it's not enough, I deserve 

more than this

 

there's been something

|between the lines|

as we watch 

time 

       s

          l

             i 

                p 

                    by

 

it's not enough, I deserve 

more than this

 

wo...

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Unwell

I am 
         unwell

unfit 

     to be seen
            or heard

clinging to    

             t h o u g h t s . . . 

of you, us

trying to separate

the pieces 

that have been glued 

for too long

unbearable, 

inconceivable 

 

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separation

A keen eye's woe

A misplaced comma, 

an extra apostrophe,

page numbers missing;

a million little things to fix

 

that ought not to

take away the aura

of the piece but make me

stop and scream

 

How reckless

to leave the reader in such a mess

when they should only

focus on the very best

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Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take the leap
Before we realize we’ve jumped in too deep

How many times do we stop to realize 
We need to protect our insides 

How many times does this heart have to break
This love, you too shall take

He was the one,
Healing the deepest scar, 
The wound he created,
Only to tear it open again
As he twists the knife 
Churning everything inside of me

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Chasing Sunsets

Chasing sunsets,

The ones that shine brightest

Only to disappear

And return again

But never in the same light

Never seen the same way

These eyes tell me, don’t look away

Before it too is gone too soon

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Did I Ever Tell You...

I’m digging through letters for clues 
For endearments that will fill my cup

They spill over and fall away
As they come in with a rush

Too many to grasp
I pick them up one by one

In hopes to hold onto
Little pieces of you

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Aim to Please

Some men only aim to please 
They constantly beg and plead

For you to answer their call
For they need you before they fall

Much deeper into a low
Where all it takes is just one blow

Job into a thousand highs
Or a long sorrowful goodbye 

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Lock & Key

A treasure trove
filled with secrets

A lock and key
twirling through fingers

Turning the key
demons spring forth
dancing in the light

Bewildered,
taking in their faces,
their shapeshifter dance,
I sink further into the knowing
and cannot be undone.

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Train to Nowhere

Based on the opening scene of Stardust Memories.

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The clock ticks in desperation to move us along, to where we belong. 

Our eyes remain forward, no longer looking back. 

The man in seat 2B sobs with tears streaming down his face. He’s left his life in his old place.

I soak in the faces of passengers around me, stern looks all around.

All longing for company, for answers that c...

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The Last Goodbye

Resting his knee,
he holds his face
to bury his sobs
as she is laid to rest

We hold hands
as I gently squeeze
knowing too well 
this may be our last embrace

Feeling his warmth,
his mighty strong hands,
he held us together 
when she left this land

It’s only one slip away 
before you’re gone too soon

On the drive home, 
our last goodbye became true

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Unsent letters

How many love letters do I have to write before they are sent
How many hours do I spend and lament
Over the impossible dream
The one that can’t be seen
And more and more it seems
Like it’s never going to be

 

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The Shape of Us

The shape of our love, our version of it,
Exists in bubbling thoughts of former lives
And constant dreams of distant hearts
Where our lives are entwined

Ripples of waves intersect
Jetting dangerously close
But never on the same path
Turning heads, looking back

How do we get off this track
Without losing control,
Without knowing
Where it will go

The inhabitants look upon us
Makin...

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Dew Drops Remain

Only dew drops now remain 

atop blades from the torrential rain.

The lightning strikes 

lessen in succession.

But the dew remembers 

from where it came.

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Show's Over

The production commenced 
with actors on stage 
portraying the love we once had- 
the grasp of her cheek, 
the look in her eyes, 
as he folded over himself 
to make her swoon his way. 

Amongst an empty crowd, 
the curtain’s now drawn, 
the actors have gone home, 
the final act is done, 
it’s time to get on. 

Hanging on for an encore, 
hoping for another show, 
relishing in the me...

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Dancing in the yard

It was a long summer afternoon
a crackling fire lit the yard
the southern sun was setting
while I strummed my old guitar

It was her way of moving to the music
she captured the glowing cinders in her eyes
she danced with the slightest sway in her hips
and her heavenly body torched my skies

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Solipsistic Angst

She comes into the house unannounced

doesn’t bother a quip when asked to speak

slams the door shut

and takes to her room to retreat

 

Behind the locked door, music blares

her demeanor tells everyone she doesn’t care

her closeted persona is darkness deeper 

than her black eyeliner coupled with black hair

 

She’s never known love

never been the center of affection

...

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Undying Flame

Images and words 
suddenly appear, 
words longed for 
hitting deep 
as they wrap around 
and envelop me,
overwhelming yet satisfying.

Since our last meeting 
your ghostly presence arrived 
in the oddest of places: 
romantic restaurants, 
quaint cafes, 
art galleries, 
long car drives, 
concert halls, 
walking in a park, 
every room of the house, 
and late at night in bed. 

Da...

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Lifeless

Sitting in a box 

Surrounded by bouquets

Silenced by time

Nailed down 

Motionless

 

Slipping lower,

It’s too late

For someone to enliven these bones

Engage the masses

It’s time to say ‘goodbye'

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The Raging Heart

The very machine that gives life
could easily take mine away

The piercing from exhaustion 
punctures my living, my breathing
Every bodily function is affected
as I reach my hand towards the pulsing and thumping 
racing through my chest

I don’t want this to be how I end
I can’t let my kids see their mother this way
I hold on tight to life as I feel my chest tightening 

I sit, 
I br...

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We Don’t Talk About That

Telepathically, your thoughts race over me

They strike during the early morning hours

It’s that time again

But we won’t talk about that now

 

We’ll say so much that will fit in

The space between the silence 

But those days where we lit up the sky

We won’t talk about that now

 

But the fantasies creep in

Some days, or most days,

On what we’ve done behind locked d...

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Writer’s Block Strikes Again

Gather jumbled up thoughts
jot down some words
numerous adjectives,
superlatives, and delicious nouns

 

Describe the scene
that can explain
it is certainly this
but it could be better

 

Conjure up a lost love
hint at a depth of longing,
fulfillment, and regret
but give yourself some credit

 

Leave readers with faith,
love eventually wins
love yourself enough to see
yo...

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Love Bites

Love bites mark what occurred this week 
Turns out I couldn’t mask the distance between
Ending up with someone else
Added another notch in my belt
But he didn’t mean anything
Because you see 
I was after someone else
My love adventure turned out to be my worst realized dream
Caught between lovers of convenience, lust, and longing 

 

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The Wrong Kind of Love

Maybe it’s the wrong time

maybe it’s the wrong kind

of love

for you

for you and I

could have anything

 

But every time I look into your eyes

I get this feeling

this feeling that I just can’t hide

you’ve got me reeling

with that loving feeling

 

Yet, all those girls chase after you

you’ve learned all their names

you say them so proudly

they respond so...

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Our Song

Spinning the same song 

that connected us

gets harder to hear.

Each verse cuts deeper 

into what never was, 

what could have been, 

the longing to be near.

 

With my fingertips crossing your beard, 

your fingers grazing my thighs, 

those longing sleepless nights 

I’ve waited to be alongside 

the one that knew the depth 

of my emotions,

facing eye to eye.

...

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Separated Not By Love

You set the scene, 
describe it so perfectly; 
what we’ll do 
what I’ll wear 
where we’ll go 
from the first moments of excitement 
to the height of pure ecstasy 

But love, 
it’s a trembling sensation 
that leaves me wanting; 
wanting to lay with you, 
to feel your warmth next to me 

The cool breeze from the window 
attempts to ease 
the burning between us 
but fails as we don’t...

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A Story of Hope

A writer yearns to tell their story, any story

that will stand the test of time

full of hardships conquered

and inspires generations with hope.

 

The story shall feel whimsical,

not so much with fairies dancing 

but that there is a happy ending.

The story shall have brevity,

not so much as a long weathered tale

but one that details just enough.

 

The story shall...

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Let Me Bother You

I’ll walk down to the beach,

see you standing there,

bother you,

and tug on that beard.

I’ll knock you down,

roll around with you through the waves

and land on top.

You’ll have the sand between your hairs,

our bodies wet, 

while watching the sand melt away beneath us.

It’ll melt the distance between us,

it’ll melt away the silence held within,

while we watch the...

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We Are Gathered Here Together

He orders black coffee,

soup and salad,

steak and potatoes

before his apple pie dessert

at buffets on the other side of town

 

A routine meal

that would years later

be remembered

as his reward

 

Dad loves on his Alaskan crab legs

with a side of melted butter

While Mom orders chicken

at a seafood restaurant

She doesn’t offer to pay

while Auntie tells ...

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Endless Night

At the end of the day
The rain now steadily falls
I’ve laid here for hours
Waiting for sleep to come
Keeping my mind company,
I’ve put a few records on

Spinning my favorites and laying low,
Leonard, Elliot, Thom, and Isakov,
Each song delivers a blow
Throwing me back to years ago

I’ve laid here in the dark for so long
It’s too much trouble to turn the lights on
My mind is heavy
As...

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The Oak Tree

The oak tree

Unwavering and sturdy

Tells us how to be:

Don’t break so easily

In the slightest change of wind

 

Climbing back through my childhood bedroom window

Landing on shards of broken glass

Crimson oozes slowly

As I pray each stab is its last

So much has shaken me since my first landing

Each step taken cuts deeper than the beginning

 

Looking back 

Th...

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Revolving Door

He says, “you’ve been a great lover,

opened up doors for me, 

been there when I needed you

but I’m going to leave you, woman

for I know you could do better than me”

He picks up his suitcase, 

then he’s running out the door

 

And that’s the way it is

that’s the way it’ll always be

lovers in and out the revolving door

 

She says, “I’m going to leave this town

s...

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Mr. Tomato

Mr. Tomato, my daughter calls you 

Cute as can be, I laugh it off

But after giving it further thought

She has an idea that might be true:

When squeezed too tightly

Your insides start to fall apart

But I’ll take it,

Maybe even with a slice of toast

Licking my fingertips,

I want to savor every last drop.

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Retreat

retreat, retreat

settle back down into your cave

 

retreat, retreat

settle back down into that space you crave

 

retreat, retreat

no more reaching out for company along the shore

 

retreat, retreat

no more reaching out for what’s beyond the door

 

retreat, retreat

the ghost killer haunts each of us

 

retreat, retreat

stay inside we must

 

escap...

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Meeting in Solitude

Minds meeting
words spoken
stories shared
world is hushed
but inside we are all screaming
waiting for the tomorrows
when our meetings will be filled with embraces,
with kisses,
with reading a silent stare
and we will know what they mean
not just from a frozen screen
but for a reflection of all time

We are all waiting for the tomorrows
we will no longer meet in solitude
but a meetin...

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Our (Mis)Fortune

Your hand slips into mine, 
the fortune-teller notices 
our smiles with glittering eyes
she’s convinced 
there’s a future between us
she smiles & invites us in

Laying down cards one by one 
it reveals the betrayal and secrets
that will keep us
from the love that has swept us into a whirlwind 

We turn to each other stunned
but a laugh begins, 
she replies, “Sorry, no refunds”

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Screaming Amongst The Silence

My insides are frantic
Red hot and rebellious 
Toiling and pacing 
Until we can find an end
Searching for peace
A single breath
That’s what it might take
Or a walk
Deep into the forest
Silence lingers 
Without answers
And without a sound
Of anyone around,
I scream
And let it all out

 

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lost & found memories

Sleeping soundly, 

his arms wrapped 'round me 

while I lay dreaming 

it’s you that rouses my sleep 

 

I wake startled 

you’ve returned again 

with flashes between 

two moments, 

a mere eyeblink away 

 

The things that can’t be  

those lost & found memories 

between moments of today

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just a little tenderness

stone cold heart

eyes down

I don’t feel the need anymore

to pretend this is going anywhere 

 

coming in the door

with the latest news from your day

I half listen and nod

while preparing the kitchen

 

late at night while in bed

you reach over for

just a little tenderness

while I turn away

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Sunday Thoughts

Two lone souls 

believing they stand out in the crowd

do they really

or are they the same as everyone around

they feel like they're special, profound

no one must feel the same

but they do,

they all want to be loved

they're all searching for the one

 

Yet there isn't only one for you

there are quite a few

as they've slowly come in and out of view

this one here...

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Love Blossoms

Every year

In her own time

She comes

Our moments are brief

But this I can rely on

Her scent is sweet

Her beauty exquisite

O, how I long for the days

When our eyes finally meet

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(Un)Covering Wounds

The more you know

the less you want to know

some things get uncovered 

drawn out into the open

ugly wounds

that have been wrapped up for years

bruises that haven’t healed

scars so deep

they don’t know how to be normal again

pleading and begging

’Oh, to be anything I’m not

but please, don’t ignore me

see me for who I am

unfiltered and true’

But my eyes are ...

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Nightly Routine

Late at night 
Lying in bed
Headphones on
Listening to music
Or a few recorded poems
Reading the latest 
I attempt to craft a new one
Or brush up a draft not quite finished

It’s becoming routine
I’ve always been
An undercover poet
Now I’m sharing my words 
With my family’s support as an added bonus

Shared are the happenings,
The disappointments,
The contests never won,
Submissi...

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Drove to See You

I drove down to see you
stood in your doorway unannounced
you were there with another
I again felt like an outsider
I didn’t belong
after I wrote you at length
many love songs

My poems wrapped in a box
delivered but only to be forgotten
my heart still in shock
you were going away
never to be seen again
until the month of May
when I would fly thousands of miles
just to see that smil...

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Three Little Dots

Those three little dots appear

The excitement, elation, and wonder in what could happen after those thoughts form into words 

If only I could burst those bubbles lIke hitting a pinata at a kid's birthday party 

Sweet things would come pouring out of those bubbles

 

Those pesky three little dots appear, disappear, and reappear

Over and over again

They haven't made up their mind

...

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Our Story is Done

I stand in front of a crowd
I’ve prepared for this night
I speak of you, us
I sing of you
The stories describe how we loved
And then how you left, 
How your ghost tormented me
And left my heart a wreck

I’m done crying over you
And hurting
Over and over again
Our story is done
Finally at night
My peace has come 

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The Truth Within

I’ve drowned, too

trying to stay afloat

swimming in those eyes of ocean blue

navigating through hypnotic moves

and poetic words

that make you feel

he only has eyes for you 

 

But in truth,

you’re another hole

he’s been trying to fill

another escape

to let his mind erase

the truth within

 

“Was I Just Another One?”

https://youtu.be/L4Za51_upTU

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A Pause...

It was all so close

Was it just a dream for us to walk along the Thames

Was it all in my head that we’d walk along the Seine

To breathe in the spring flower beds

To wrap ourselves in the warmth of our kisses

 

The breeze would flow through my hair

The sun would shine brightly in our eyes

The energy would flow rapidly between us

But we’d say nothing at all

For we’d kno...

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Deep in Thought

I’m reaching out for something new

These eyes of mine fell upon you 

As you came walking into view

Now I’m searching my soul on what to do

 

Hanging on for something new

Waiting for something that’s true

Days go by, my mind’s still stuck on you

 

I get lost in your eyes 

My words they disguise

But I’m deep in thought on every account about you

 

Miles and mil...

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Words At Night

All the words to say
The sad ones
The lonely ones
The happy, grateful ones
The mad ones
The ones that circulate through you 
But never leave your lips
They rage out onto paper 
For all to read
But the ones closest to you
Will never see
These words escape you effortlessly 
Words poured out late at night
Words splayed out for others in the light of day
Words that others will relate
Wo...

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The Haunting

Is it better to have a love lost

Not knowing about the other side

To have a deep hole in your heart 

To keep what was lost in the past

And always wonder ‘what if’

 

Or to have it come back,

Haunt you

And realize it was true

Always has been

And he’s thinking of you, too

 

With thousands of miles away

You both have commitments

There’s no future

Only the p...

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Learning To Forget

You push your way on us

it's your way or be doomed 

be ready to face the feelings

of loneliness and confusion

but your way doesn't make sense

to me

 

Why must you, 

must we, 

live through these trials

and left feeling so childish

 

It'll all blow over soon

but you'll never apologize

you won't know how to see it through

I'll have to learn to forget

be...

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What Really Matters

My heart has been calling

for something new.

Do you think

it would make a difference

if it's me or you

who makes this move?

 

This here is all that matters

Let it be that simple for once

Let’s spread love all around

Let’s take on the world unafraid

Nothing can stop us now

 

Just listen,

you'll hear me sing.

 

Don't worry,

leave your cares behind.

...

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A Sea of Red

A sea of red lights

cars stopped

sitting

the hours of rush

is all hurry up 

and wait

they race against each other 

only to be home alone 

or tucked away with their lovers

they spent all day

dreaming of their escape 

now they must wait

a brief pause

the reason

the cause

only too much

in the way

between 

them

and

what they long to see

[a...

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escapelonging

Start with ‘Hello’

The pattern repeating 
clicking here and there 
looking for an update or reply
or something I needed to say 
except it’s gone too soon 
like the fading of the day 

The truth is I had a lot to say 
countless conversations 
despite they’ve all been in my head 
I’ve said all that I needed to 
so now it’s out of the way

We’ve talked about the books we’ve read, 
the music we’ve heard, 
...

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Knowing Limits

Yesterday I stood there
in shine of the sun 
with blue skies above
walked a few feet ahead 
with my furry friend
the clouds quickly darkened,
and rain followed suit

Without an umbrella, I tugged at his collar 
but the voice in me rang to “get lost in the pouring rain” 
knowing my limits, we turned and home we went.

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