I write the poetry I cannot live

I write the poetry I cannot live. I write about love but I don’t have any. I write about freedom but I am caged. I write about happiness; it has escaped me. With my pen atop pristine white pages the ink that is transferred as markings on the paper transforms into beauty, love and light,…

Where The Gardenias Grow

When I was younger I dreamt of a special place. A place like no other, every night I dreamt it. It was a place full of happiness it was a place where I always found love. I remember closing my eyes and immediately feeling the coolness of the air and breathe and fill my lungs…

The Taste of Your Love

I can never forget you my love, your taste still lingers on my memory. I can only remember you my love, I taste your love in everything that is me. Your love tastes like snow flakes being tossed around by the cold winter air landing softly on my waiting tongue their crystals quickly merging their…

Fireflies

I lay outside in the chilly dark night in, outside of my home up in the mountains, the coolness of the night falls on me like an invisible fog. Up in the sky stars sparkle in contrast to the dark blanket behind them. Around me the light from the moon shimmers on the leaves of…

No Cure For a Broken Heart

It is very sad to see a heart fall in love. It is like watching a toddler crawl closer to the edge of a cliff; every tiny step inching him closer to the dangerous zone, closer to being swallowed by the abyss and lost forever. It is sad but I fear it even more. The…

Protector of Her Heart

My best friend is falling, falling, falling in love, stepping each day closer to the edge. I don’t know if to be happy or if to be sad, I don’t know if she needs my help or my support. A stranger’s hand has come to take her heart, he has flowered her with sweet words,…

The Virgin Island of Coral Sands

I am a virgin island of coral sands. I watch at night as the candles in the sky turn on and off, and at day the clouds that waltz romantically and slow, as the waves suckle at my shores. I long to have ships dock at my coast and send their passengers towards my soft…

All I Ask of You

Look into my eyes, leave your thoughts behind, dissolve the irises, yours and mine, make them one. Look into my heart, leave all logic behind, remember the memories, yours and mine, make them your home. Take with your hand the unwanted torments of tomorrow throw them to the tapered walls of the forgotten, leave them…

The Blind Fable

I’d like to tell of the blind fable that heightens curiosity, sharpens the defenses. It’s splendor fuses and merges with that of the sleeping bud that is the heart. This blind fable that unlocks the wishes that run dry through my nerves and kisses away worries that threaten to kill the joy in my soul….

Night before sunset

The breeze wraps itself around me like a ribbon, it tickles my face with my hair, and brings smells of foreign properties, that send goosebumps down my back. Lights that I see in the dark twinkle from far away and get stronger. The sky ranges from gray to pastel blue as the night sets in…

The Last of the Romantics

I am the last of the romantics, the last of the few people who used to whisper to the flowers the names of the ones we love for the blooms to pronounce to fall back to the soil when they wilt. I am the last of the sect that drew poetry in the night’s cold…

The Bluebird and the Bee

A stray little buzzing bee whispered into my ear, this morning under the blazing September sun, that your eyes had wandered my way that my face had captured your heart. But as the bee, as the messenger, flew to a flower, I was left neither smitten nor enchanted; my head was not foggy, my legs…