a near death eperience will make your life flash before your eyes. and people always wondered why ive waited to get my license...

a few minutes alone thinking by the river. the crash of its waters calm as the birds chirp. and i am one alone in this grass absorbing every drop of beauty.

Stunning

Beautiful is so cliche,
it's like "oh that beautiful sky,"
or when a guy who doesn't really care
says "you look beautiful."
Rather, I'd like to be called
Stunning.

Yes,
Stunning.
Not pretty, not beautiful,
I can deal with gorgeous and sexy,
but damn, I am
Stunning.

There is nothing better
than after a nice hot shower,
looking in the mirror and knowing
I look
Stunning.
It's not something you can learn,
it's not something that you can be told,
rather, I know I am
Stunning.

Between the curves of my body,
the brightness of my eyes,
the porcelain skin,
and plush lips, I know I am
Stunning.

It's how I carry myself,
it's how I live my life,
it's the decisions I make,
it is
me.

Pictures

A snapshot in time,
that's so cliche.
No, it's more than that.
It's memory in a frame,
frozen time that will never
return again.
A split second,
more cliches.

Old friends, former friends
ex friends, ex partners,
ex lives.
Life is recorded in those
frames, but not only the past.
The metal inscribed corners
know everything, their curves
bending around the past
connecting it with the present
and the future as the grandfather
clock ticks in the living room.

Ticks, ticks, that dreaded sound
we're all closer to death
as it ticks and ticks some more,
all older, but not necessarily wiser.
it haunts and taunts, its arms
control everything.
Time, ticking, ticks go by.
Life goes by
while the clock ticks.

To the Dream King

Oh Sandman, do you hate me?
do you wish to send these terrors?
Sometimes you are so sweet,
like a cloud filled with honey,
and others, oh Dream King,
what did I do to deserve this?

I didn't ask to predict the future,
or go into the depths of my
subconscious mind or into
my deepest darkest fears.
So why do you send them
to me, only to torture?

You go in waves, like the ocean.
It doesn't matter where I am,
or how I've fallen asleep.
Rather, I think you enjoy
the torture and the pain,
the power to send good
or bad, to wake me up
in shakes, tears, drawing
breathes and trying to get oxygen.

I didn't want this. I didn't ask
to dream in color. I didn't ask
to remember them when I wake.
Sir Dream King, please I plead
give me a rest, let my eyes lay dark.

I'm tired of waking up at 3 a.m.,
wet in the sweats, steaming hot,
tossing, turning, gasping for air.
Send me the rainbows again,
the ponies, the pot of gold.

Just let my eyes sit dark,
just for awhile.

Part of Me

Throw your sticks and stonesThrow your bombs and your blowsBut you're not gonna break my soulThis is the part of me that you're never gonna ever take away from me,no. Now look at me I'm sparkling,a firework, a dancing flame,You won't ever put me out again,I'm glowing.


      -"Part of Me", Katy Perry

Hoodie

Once in awhile, you see me
shivering
left the apartment
without my coat
again
it's new england.
don't like the weather?
wait five minutes.
it'll change.

You, the gentleman.
offer me your hoodie.
Big and comfy,
somehow this has happened
more than once.
It smells of you.
I can't really describe it
because how do you really
describe a smell?

through the rain,
through the cold,
it serves me well
and i get back safe
and warm, as you
intended.

i don't mean to keep it.
i know you need it,
but this feeling, it's
addicting.
surrounded in you
even without you
at my side.

so know, i don't
mean to be a
thief
but rather a
comfort.

Being in your arms

Envelope of warm
safe like a lock box
tight, a cocoon
heartbeat through my skin
radiating passion
gone are the worries
the shakes, the unsure
wrapped up, a present
forever here.

Starts with a kiss

Just a small kiss.
I know I have to go.
But then your hand touches my jaw
Other hand on the small of my back
Drawing me closer.
I cannot resist as those lips
Drive me mad.
It started with just a kiss.

Big Blue Umbrella (2nd draft)

You first saw her 


walking in the rain
deep blue umbrella 
floating overhead
while the copper tinged 
brown hair whipped 
in her face, black peacoat
adding to the solemn expression, 
pursed
lips. 
But you only noticed her eyes
when she glanced above, 
the brown irises touched 
with green. Skinny
jeans marred by the line 
of pearls,
the chain 
tugging along a globe
filled with heads and names,
colors swirling 
as emotions roared.
She was known as the heartbreaker,
torn at the seams 
every time she let 
herself go.

But you knew she was different,


nothing was as it seemed 
as the fog gathered 
at her ankles, a delicate hand
disappearing under her coat, 
a katana
silver glistening 
as it kissed the chain,
snapping it as the pearls 
tumbled and fell
into the flood of the crashing
 river below.


You watched her leave.