Thrust into the adult world
A child
With growing responsibilities.
And so began a torrid love affair
With words
With life
With myself.
Thrust into the adult world
A child
With growing responsibilities.
And so began a torrid love affair
With words
With life
With myself.
Fingers laced
Hearts paced
About to kiss, my mind slips
My heart skips
As the truth nears
And all my fears disappear
When you pull me back
To the reality I lack
As your thumb traces my chin
I can’t help but grin as you pull me in
I admit defeat and our lips meet.
The magical sensation
Of instant gratification.
I must have hit my head falling for you
In this world that is brand new.
Silence screams static into my ears
Every minimal sound
Is a bomb interrupting monotony.
Yearning for interactions with others
Even if they are not my own.
The dull glow of the silent television offers no comfort
The thumping music diminishes-
Not welcome at this time.
Visitors are welcome
But none come or go.
Right now, the only comfort
Comes from my own sanity.
But how much silence can I take?
How much silence can this room hold
Before it breaks?
I’ll seduce you with my words
A conversation made of cards
Tell me what you want
What you’d like me to flaunt
I’ll give you a piece of me
Reveal myself for a fee
Give me your most valuable possession
Pay me attention.
Searing pain
Surging through my body-
A toxin tainting my lips.
I can’t speak…
My tongue
Like an anchor
Attached to a ship
That’s been destroyed
By your cannons.
She wanted to see the world
See the ocean crashing on foreign sands,
The architecture of religion,
Accents in the cafes.
She promised to see the world
Dine with the Queen
Safari, Sahara, Sayonara
A journey from North America to anywhere else…
But her passport was expired.
Running away to L.A. under the shadow of the clouds
A day that I will never forget
I’ll be a runaway in L.A., my mind is set
I’m leaving today, a cloudy spring day.
I’m leaving today
Before I change my mind,
Before you realize I’m gone
And I see what I’ll be missing.
I’m leaving all of it behind.
Hollywood is dead, the stars are diminishing
The audience sits waiting, criticising, slowly killing them.
They need something new on the silver screen
And I’ll be the bright and shining star.
Hand me the script, I’ll captivate the crowd
Standing alone in the spotlight
Solitude- the way of life
For the runaway.
Welcomed by wires
Vocals and vibrations
Timbres, tones, tunes
Singing songs
Incorporating instruments
To create the sounds
That whisper sonnets in the air
Healing the hearts of broken lovers
And curing loneliness through the creation
Of a unity of individuals.
Palm fronds
Brushing against the house
With the persuasion of the wind
A caress from nature
Protecting the family inside
From the dangers of the world.
He saw her, the great white buffalo,
The only woman who had escaped Bill’s
Grasp. When she left, he had become defunct.
Seeing her again was like witnessing a child who
Was unaware of their surroundings, but used
Their childhood to
Their full advantage. A ride
That would end a
Lot faster than the watersmooth-silver
Of the moon on the horizon, or a lone stallion
Finding a new herd and
Feeling alive once more. Her eyes break
Away from his… onetwothreefourfive
Seconds before she realizes its him. Pigeonsjustlikethat,
She thinks as she moves toward him. As he stares at her dumbfounded. Jesus,
What was she about to do?
He
Was
A
Handsome
Man
But she had known men like him before and
They had never been what
She expected. “I
just want…”
I don’t know what to
Do, she shakes her head, I don’t know…
“All I know is
Right now is the only thing we have for sure. How
Do we proceed?” He stares at her a minute more. “Do
You know how long I’ve waited for you?
How long I’ve waited for you to look at me like
You never wanted to lose me again? Gazing at me with your
Gorgeous blueeyed
Soul.” It was true, he was now a man that had developed from a boy.
He had grown, he was mature. “I’ll be your Mister”
He grins and thinks, ’til death.