Vanilla Coconut What is it?.. It’s just a magic potion in a tiny square flask potent enough to seduce even the strongest of men. It tantalizes the senses mesmerizes the masses charms the charmer hypnotizes the lover. It happens to be in a small bottle, on the nightstand, in my bedroom.
It’s the thought of you, I miss, the lingering remnants of the past the spontaneous fragments of time that are stored in the recesses of my mind. For the person I knew is gone, replaced with a different body, it’s not you I miss, but the thought of you, the memory of you, the feeling. I’ve been gazing at the stars lately, pondering upon their immensity; how grand is our...
Unfortunately, I will have to go on a hiatus for...
The hands speak for themselves, they have a mind of their own, telling me things I cannot hear, creating emotions I cannot bear. For hands create, hands destroy, hands have the power to kill, but are gentle enough to allow the burdens of life to disappear with a soft caress to the face. Hands speak for themselves, describing the very essence of a person, the piano hands, the...
I’m just a Boeing 747 bound to the ground, awaiting a pilot to fly me to the next destination.
Can’t wait to get your taste out of my mouth, to spit out this regret, to claim back my level-headed thinking. My stomach churns, as I turn to vomit, to relieve myself of you. Can’t wait to see you again, to be held in your arms, as I recall the memories stored in my unconscious, of gentle kisses in the moonlight. Tainted by a love that never was, I can’t get myself...
Funny how everyone starts to care, when the fire has turned to ash, when the bird has ceased to sing, when the crickets are silenced by the day, when the tree has been rooted from the ground, when the book has been closed. Why don’t we care when the fire is burning, when the songbird is talking, when the crickets sing their song, when the tree bears fruit, when the book is being...
Who knows what mysteries she may hold behind those gray eyes? For not even her own mind can conjure up and decipher the emotions bottled up inside her. She alone holds the key to all those questions she so desperately seeks answers to. She alone holds it.
I saw the scars and that’s when I knew I had been wrong, I judged without knowing, I spoke without hearing the desperate cries for help behind her voice.
“We just need to STOP!” Those were the words, that emanated from his mouth. Paralyzed by the sound, she turned to face him, set her eyes upon his and conjured up all the words she could say. Unfortunately, she was tired, tired of trying so hard, of caring, of putting in all the effort, so she just looked away, looked into the red and yellow neon sign, and was lost in the...
Stagnation. Frustration. Procrastination. Precipitation, No motivation.
Sweet dreams, at the tip of your tongue salty words in my mind, sweet whispers to my hardened heart, melting away the icicles that barred the entrance to its core. Restart the heart, taking caution with daggers so pressed upon the atriums that pump blood to my body. Don’t strum the tender strings of my heart, for a simple word of endearment may send me flying into oblivion. Keep...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . …sometimes silence can be louder than spoken words.
The bag had spilled all over the silky, white tablecloth laden with glitter the music couldn’t drown out my thoughts. I categorized them by color, sneaking a few into my mouth to satisfy my sweet tooth. Red, green, yellow, purple, orange, into neat little groups, trying to organize the chaos, as I looked upon the bodies and souls gliding across the floor, captivated into their...