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Chirping of crickets mixed in with moonlight,
notions of idle hands set free on skin soft as twilight.
Doodles under fingertips with a mind of their own,
wanderin' mind follows like the wind traveling home.
A breath, so quick,
delicate and light;
A quiver, so brief,
like the unsteady pace of crickets tonight.
Silence falls between heartbeats set aflame,
after whispers of love speaking my name.
Blanket of two souls mixed in with moonlight,
notions of dreams for these two lovers tonight.
--
6/22/2011
notions of idle hands set free on skin soft as twilight.
Doodles under fingertips with a mind of their own,
wanderin' mind follows like the wind traveling home.
A breath, so quick,
delicate and light;
A quiver, so brief,
like the unsteady pace of crickets tonight.
Silence falls between heartbeats set aflame,
after whispers of love speaking my name.
Blanket of two souls mixed in with moonlight,
notions of dreams for these two lovers tonight.
--
6/22/2011
Literature
Everything You Borrowed
On Sunday afternoon,
after exiting the church,
you plucked the sun from the sky
and hid it in your palms
so that when I held your hands
they would no longer be cold.
When Monday night arrived
you snatched every single star
and used my tears to make
a necklace.
Tuesday's empty dawn shone
through the cracks of the door--
you stole the promise of what
could never be
and draped it around my shoulders.
After Wednesday's twilight passed,
you grabbed the clouds
and wove a tapestry of lies
that I hung on the walls
of my prison.
Thursday crept through us
on silent tiptoes,
waiting for us to take notice--
instead, we merely waited
for midnight to
Literature
Liquor is one way out an'death's the other
The art of growing up,
is to pour shots of whiskey
into your coffee in the morning
to make it through
the day.
when all you want to do
is lie in bed
instead,
but there’s nothing
beautiful
about that
either.
Literature
Goodbye
i didn’t fall in love with you
until your skin was already grey and i
had to tell you what the weather was like
since you couldn’t leave your bed.
i didn’t mind long nights in the hospital
because making you laugh brought a warmth
to my cheeks that burnt hotter than a
forest fire, you never laughed at me for blushing
i snuck you in alcohol and forbidden foods
and pushed you around in that rusted wheel chair,
and all the nurses looked at us with
miserable eyes that said more than the doctors
would ever tell me.
naively i thought it was good news
when you said they were sending you home; but
when i saw you strewn across
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I was in a writin' mood with nothing to write.
I asked for a topic and got: 'late night ponderings', 'idle hands', and 'moonlit notions'.
Oh, and there were crickets with an unsteady pace tonight -- on and off. When I closed my eyes and began to type, this is what appeared.
(Yes, I type with my eyes closed...a lot.)
I asked for a topic and got: 'late night ponderings', 'idle hands', and 'moonlit notions'.
Oh, and there were crickets with an unsteady pace tonight -- on and off. When I closed my eyes and began to type, this is what appeared.
(Yes, I type with my eyes closed...a lot.)
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"Wanderin' mind follows like the wind traveling home"
Aye, there's the rub.
Aye, there's the rub.