Life’s Roadmaps

Three seconds old your first breath cold and sterile the hands that touch you are covered in latex; in a naked cry you came into the world. Five years old your worries are simple; your favorite color, the playground swings at recess, the monsters hidden in your closet, under your bed. Now you are thirteen,…

In The Sands

Once in time a blooming lady I was you were the soil that made me grow that fed me the true experiences of life that took my innocence like taking breath and opened my mind. You reached me as an ocean current, strong and swift I was enveloped in you power, your controlling arms, drowned…

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,…

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…

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…

There Was a Time

There was a time when the air was winged with desire and the soil was seeded with love and the water was infused with passion. In my eyes the seasons changed turning from emerald to copper to gray. In my heart the seasons drained away, taking with their running waters, it’s love. The great gray…

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…

Dear Self

Today I saw your smile in a crowd of strangers, I almost didn’t recognize it, almost ignored it, as I walked between the bodies that scattered by, but it was your smile I had found there in the street. Today I found your smile in a crowd of strangers it’s glow had diminished to a…

These Pages

These pages in wich my writing sleeps upon, in wich I write my poetry, covered with the ink of my heart, in wich I delineate my transparent thoughts into black letters. These pages, the ones that hold my memories, the ones that I carry bound by my love for them are bordered by the many…

The Dreamer

There are days when my mind likes to wander and visit unrealistic worlds, magical worlds that only in my dreams can exist, things that only in dreams can come true. My mind envisions fairy tales and myths come alive in my own life; their fortunate happenings are my own, and I always receive the happy…

Why I Write

I write for the pages that contain my story, for the only ones that listen to my sorrows; the quiet pages that don’t talk back. I write to them because it releases my anger. I write to discover my passion, to let it be known to the ones I love and hate, to discover it…

The Sea and the Mountain

The sea and the mountain were once lovers, they spent the days together in the sunlight, the energetic sea made love to the land through the night and the mountain would hold the sea in her skirts. The sea and the mountain were once lovers, the sea lay at the land’s feet and worshipped her…