I’ve admired you from afar
for far too long.
Afraid to venture too close
fearing the change it might impose.
Four years you’ve filled me with hope,
for the first time that’s fizzled away.
I see your face next to his,
now facing the fact
that Facebook forgets to be gentle.
The frailties of my heart
failing my body once again.
Finally, I’m ready to leave.
This finite reality  
forcing me to forget.
Please, just fly me away.

Fragmented into letters

are these words that still

pace through my mind.

Pieces rearranged into

a vocabulary that’s become overused.

A diction that is waiting

to be revived,

to be renewed.

One word, just one word

needed to refresh a 

dieing passion.

What once was, will stay as is,

and as it is, cannot survive.

Where are you?

Everyone is wearing shorts and t-shirts

It’s extremely sunny outside

Who am I to break from the norm

Walking outside I have to squint

Should have worn sunglasses Dammit.

Beautiful day, the air seems to be sweating though

A couple steps into my journey to class

my body follows suit.

The next drop of water I feel isn’t my own

Is it really going to rain right now?

Of course it is,

No use in running, its already caught me

You damn clouds always have perfect timing

I accept my fate sky

I will embrace it.

At least I don’t need sunglasses anymore.

What do I do when I cannot express your

beauty in words, When the ink that bleeds

from my pen cannot match the color

that bleeds from my heart? Do I write

you a song? No, not even chords

can harmonize enough to do you justice.

My brain has failed and my hand is weak,

but my gaze does not grow weary, share with

me the sonnet that only my eyes can speak.

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A much edited version of an older piece.

As you wait to stamp your name on tomorrow, 

you miss the stamp of today.

Each memo sent is stained

return to sender.

Your constant fixation on relevance

will surely be your undoing 

because the future soon becomes outdated. 

Like a cassette or Walkman,

with no time to play and no time to walk, 

we all become irrelevant in a sense.

Fingers glued to fast forward

forgetting to hit record.

So what’s relevance to you?

If you merely hope in the future

my heart aches at the sound,

because when your tape is played

there will be only silence.

How long will I be stuck in this crowd?

Walking among the masses, but never a part

Of them.  I guess there is safety in numbers,

Where this shallow excuse of a relationship can

Symbolize security.

How long will I be stuck in this crowd?

Consistently confused whether the costume

I put on is my own skin

Or just a barrier to shield myself from the

Persistent prodding of others.

I am just a piece of an amorphous blob

That controls my every motion.

How long will I be stuck in the crowd?

It’s a bit shallow don’t you think? To

Fall in love at first sight. The lust

Of your eyes commanding blood to flow

To a member that doesn’t think.

No, I don’t believe in love at first

Sight.  I’d rather have a love at first

Laugh.   

Because isn’t that what love is supposed

to be? Shared happiness.

Yes, one day I hope to find a love

at first laugh.  That’s when I’ll know

I’ve found true love at

Last.

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