let me be your stranger
it’s easier to defy expectations that don’t exist
be my other
new , exciting, unknown
steering our moment
disorienting direction
while I discover missing pieces
words before and after
written in the dictionary
Category Archives: Poetry
Synesthesia
I feel the blue
In waves
Crashing against the back of my knees
Just below room temp
Making me want to wrap up
In green meadow breeze
Leaning hard against yellow
Not yet eclipsed
So I can steal back my breath
Rejoining the world of muted palettes
Unlocked Gates
Peering through
unlocked gates
imagining protection
Peering through
unlived lives
imagining fulfillment
Peering through
unknown eyes
imagining danger
Peering through
through peering
enough peering
Enough
Wide-Eyed Dreaming, a Slow Start
When dawn awakes at a darkened hour
shall I dream or shall I lament
This life is not meant for those that cower
our thoughts alone can detriment
The clouds can shift and storms arise
in my lifetime I can attest
Air that brings forth compromise
can much surprise beset
Day treads forth and unearths details
that represent a life
With small change my heart might sail
others bring me strife
But never trade your wide-eyed dreaming
because things might depart
Allow those tears a cleansing streaming
sometimes the gift is a slow start
dead horses
how do they run
on broken legs
without their springs
or hearts
how do they see
through faded paint
lacklustre eyes
mind shut
how do they breathe
in stale thoughts
linen wrapped
in death
Conscripted
who made first choice
unknown to me
was joy in attendance
not mine to imagine
here we are
discretion owned
lament for freedom
gifted purposely
easing into lukewarm
like a wet sponge
ignoring the scent
empty containers
that hide contents
senselessly collected
nourishing faux abstinence
steeped in cursing tirades
wrapped with thankless demands
Maria ( /məˈraɪ.ə/)
here is ancestors’ voice
rising upon the air
encircling
welcome home
allowance
I am
love not lost
preserved in breath
the fill
the unheard
ponders answered
here
now
definitions fall
I am
not to heal
not broken
no path is straight
just forward
nothing destroyed
merely changing form
