I may not have nothing left to say
because I am scarred
and unable to speak my mind.
The tide rises with the moon
the stars twinkle from above.
And here I am mummed to oblivion.
My poems
are the feelings
deep inside of me.
My words written on paper
meant just for you.
The lines and spaces
inspire me to look at
you in several different ways.
I look at you and I sigh
a sigh of relief and longing
because I hold your beauty
only from my eyes
but never in my arms
I long for the day when
I can give a toast and celebrate
your beauty
with a great glass of burgundy
Have you asked yourself if you really know what you are looking for?
Are you going to be happy with so little or are you going to be asking for more? I do not have much to give but I do give it all when someone needs something from me. Are you ready to give back after I’ve given you all the things and attention you needed. Are you ready to give back when it is me who is going to be needing something from you?
So let me ask you again … do you really know what you are looking for or do you even know what you need?
lies that roll out of your tongue
fluid and untamed
brutal the cut it makes
dark enough to bring me down
sharp enough to sever us.
She, who is not afraid of danger
light in her feet, a dancer a phaser
as if she has wings to flutter away
somewhere safer than there.
palms always open to welcome her
when she returns.
Don’t you stray away and leave me stranded
Don’t you stop looking at me how you always do.
Please don’t just stand there and be oblivious
of me wanting you.
I don’t want to be the one that breaks your heart
instead I want to be the one to hold and keep you
I don’t want to be the one to leave you, but I want to be the one who stayed
I don’t want to be the one to tell you what to do
after all these time, I thought that you were mine.
Dreams aren’t made of feathers flying around lofty clouds
but what are dreams made of if not ice cream cones and candy canes
vanilla latte and mocha frappuccino? Dreams I supposed are made
of planning and creating the most intricate sand castles imaginable.Am I supposed to be asleep to have dreams? Am I supposed to be
angry, frustrated and lost to have my dreams come true?
All these good questions, all these bubbles going through my mind
made me a different kind of dreamer.
Over a cup of coffee 