Poetry

to live

And the sun rises again, So blissfully in its morning hour; It heartens all to let go Of the follies of yesterday the misunderstandings and the fear and she gives us chance and chance again To make right all the perceived wrong, To stride forward or stumble back But most of all, To live.

Personal, Poetry

rain.

I love you In the way That the rain loves all That it falls upon. The rain kisses The dirt, the smooth the light, All turn to Mud, slippery, dark. She alters what she envelops, But only temporarily, Always temporarily. When the rain stops, Everything has a chance to dry. Yet, all has changed into… Continue reading rain.

Creative Writing, Poetry

desire.

Despite the possibility that what’s set afire might be set to expire I really just want you and for us to acquire the trust we desire A deep passionate love, an infinite supplier Raging within us, the California wildfires I want this June to be an amplifier, taking us higher, Climbers up on high gear.… Continue reading desire.

Creative Writing, Personal, Poetry

The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)

The smell of citrus A distracted mind, Thoughts of warmth, Fears of excess, A real illusion, Easily stripped away.   The smell of citrus, On her hands, In her hair, Washed away the scent Of other, Innocently accumulated, Yet cursed with assumptions, Longing, hushed glances, Radio silence.   The smell of citrus She wished he… Continue reading The Smell of Citrus (oxytocin sucks)