They're getting closer Crossed distances together There's something to know. The ground is open It was opened for her space But for others, too. Unforeseen forces The gravity had pulled her They were enjoying. The uncertainties She realized halfway down To crash or be caught? Will she crash in pain Falling in full speed below Or be caught safely? She is falling fast Faster than the speed of light She has to be saved. Velo...
Questions I don’t want to askAnswers I don’t want to knowDecisions I don’t want to makePlaces I don’t want to goA life I lived in retrospectChoices that I should have madeChances had but left untakenRegrets untouched until todayActing brave while being frightenedBelieving through vast waves of doubtHold my tongue and quell my urgesQuiet, where I want to shoutLooking back, I know the answersFuture times remain unknownDecid...
Act as though you love meI’ve been fooled beforeI’m sure with little effortYou will make me yours Pretend you are devotedThat I’m your only oneBreak down my defensesQuell my urge to run Assure me of your ardorTalk of future plansDrink in my affectionTell me you’re my man Let me know the comfortOf feeling so secureAnd before I know what hit meSlither out the door.
When one is not enough You lie Fearing commitment Wanting less Lonely Wanting more Suffocated Excited by the new Afraid to lose the old Spread thin Juggling Never satisfied And finally Old.
We circle likeWe’re packing heatSlow movement inThen quick retreat Not knowing if we need to drawWill there be peace or all out war? We forward feintUneasy laughThen back awayBut don’t relax I look at youYou look at meNot knowing what the other sees You could be friendI could be foeContinuing our strange limboYet neither makes the choice to fleeAnd so we circle, endlessly.
Elegy on a Night Party The paradigmatic shift in the conceptual map of my liberal and revolutionary platforms of radicalism, existentialism and humanism make things aesthetically absurd and practically effective. Living in the present and progressive tenses of time and space I tend to contradict my ‘Other’ (purely theoretical), who was conceived as a result of Theory and Philosophical classes. Receding past bequeaths an u...
I haven’t seen the bear since that night last spring when he came to the feeders by the window where I write and we saw each other and stopped what we were doing to see each others eyes--he looking in, me looking out. At first, he was standing looking down at me as I looked up and then he went to the window closer to the sill and I moved my face towards him and saw the white marks on his snout and don’t know what he saw o...
Steam rose from the paper cup sitting on the low table by Derek’s knees. He watched the coffee scented mist swirl into the air while people bustled around him; chatting, laughing, eating. He could hardly sit still for the excitement of seeing her after so many weeks. The answers he’d been looking for came out of the blue in the end. All he’d needed was a little space, just like he’d said. He’d expected the epiphany to hap...
