Coconut shells Glazed Glided in gold Given in goodbyes. Etched Their lacquered depths And chipped edges Reflect your clumsy hand Your dry humour. Somewhere Bundled and bound In the abyss called closet Are my letters. There Pages peppered My wit, the quick whip Of my tongue, temper flaring Deep, down, the dark depths Hidden Between…
Hopeless romantics Cling to connection Like baguettes and bike rides, or Late nights laying in the park– Gazing golly and glee– The stars tell stories To the eyes that gaze upon them.
Two nights ago I looked through a telescope at Saturn, Jupiter and the Moon, And was horrified. My mom laughed on the phone as I Recanted the story. “How small and insignificant we are. I’m an ant to the Universe.” I awake from a bizarre space dream to a girl crying on my doorstep, her…
Full Moon, Full bloom, Today I am one year older.
I hid from a boy I loved Not in fear of him But of the sight Of my reflection in his eyes. Though, it was I who couldn’t see clearly. Soon, I realized the nights I had prayed for love God had answered me over and over again By sending me to myself. But, I…
Why live in fear, When you can live in faith?
“Let go,” I tell myself Of what was And what wasn’t And what will not be.
Silence Cuts deeper Than any word Spoken by man.
The beds we make When our hearts are guarded, And our eyes are closed, Are cold.
The courageous mustn’t solicit advice From the terrified. Path makers and pathfinders rarely speak the same language. Running away and knowing when you’ve had enough are two very different things.