Tag: Connection

Poetry · Writing

u/knighted

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new park

same storm-

really just a drizzle

atop a tabletop

with a cigarette bud-

last glare of the sun

before

kidnapped by deadbeat clouds.

honey & vanilla:

couple played on the swings

giddy laughter

their stomps soaked

their bottom halves-

the boy

stopped-

reached into the depths of his pocket-

shivered

a well kept

red note tied with a bow

the girl

stopped-

reached into the depths of his note-

she ate it

and ran away.

serenaded by a robin

smoke ceasing

as the sun peaks past

the over protective clouds-

back against watered boards

held high

a bow

Poetry · Writing

still

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right fist

aimed, like a slingshot

above the clouds

at apollo’s open chin-

before he

conducts another somber tune.

grief built like a fire

burning in a bloodied right fist:

broken frames

packed bags

a box-

“trash”-

empty perfume,

empty bottles,

a wrinkled, folded sonogram.

coconut breeze-

it was your favorite-

hangs over the bed,

still,

over your side,

a distant specter.

the fist once aimed

stared back, openly,

empty.

sun kissing the crown

of their would-be assassin,

before being swept,

by drifting clouds.

Poetry · Writing

Retreat

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wakin’ up playin’ make believe

hidin’

under the covers

makin’ clouds with our hands

untamed fields as far as the sheets can see

pair of wild stallions

retreatin’ from the encasin’ darkness-

runnin’

runnin’

runnin’

nothin’ will catch ’em

fleein’

the never settin’ sun

Poetry · Writing

Golden Gaze

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“this one’s for you”

everyone returned to their seats

in a ballroom where oak

holds each couple tight.

“work is good right now, thanks”

“i love that jacket on you, brings out your eyes”

“oh my god, i hope i didn’t leave the stove on”

“te quiero”

“you look, incredible”

“do you have my phone”

lively

humming chatter

towards a vacant

grand piano.

polished white ivories

smooth to the finger tips

playful dance transversely

key in keys

& harmony of jabber.

band in matching suits

brass and strings

awaiting.

sea of eyes

dressed to the nines

vases of filled roases

one for each pair of oak

jam-packed waiters, eaters

lovers.

the couples:

hands in her lap giggling

a single man looking back

staring at their phones

watching the band

sharing a kiss

red turning conversation

holding hands over their cleared oak.

then her.

stunning gold dress to her ankles

bright rose lipstick

long wavy raven hair

never leaving

his

jubilant gaze

before the first

of many

notes.

Poetry · Writing

Starless Moon

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on eves

of the full moon

i’m terrifed to fall asleep-

what if i never wake-

never again:

a drunk cig with the gang

park & album dates

trash-talked games with my brother-

last thing i ate, was grilled chicken-

do i even need to diet??

i want a steak with salt fries

to share a sundae

to have a street dog after dancing

to feel the sun

one more time-

please-

i want-

i want to keep wanting.

want to- cut the excuses

write the book

sing loud and proud

love each day like the last

what if-

i never get to tell you-

i’m sorry.

just so you know,

i love you-

i still see your silver necklace

wrapped around your polished neck.

i messed up

i was in my head,

i couldn’t silence-

the inner monster

that craves

to destroy.

my inner demon holds me tight

making me watch

coaxing the howl

shutters closed tight

jaw wired bite

no windows in sight

coarse pelt brushes

my motionless skin-

what if-

what if

this is the last night

under a starless moon.

Poetry · Writing

Hymn of Dangerous Devotion

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i don’t want to believe her,

yet

i crave her poison

sweet sweet

poison.

teeth sink-

into my lips

blood gushes-

to the surface-

immobilized

in her gaze.

her talons rake

my skull-

gods were warned

to flee:

her quarry

pinned

gasping

for her

she moans

her verse

shrouded

in silver mist

ropes strung high

and

low-

a huntress

stalking

& i

in her arrows

tip

Poetry · Writing

slipping

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leaky pipe

dripping

into a metal bucket

lights flickering

humm

pop

drip

closing in, a children’s song echo

through crumbling walls:

ring

around

the roooosiee

humm

pop

drip

an older lady propped

outside her apartment

flicking a lighter

shaky death stick

the light and a sweet sizzle

h

p

d

triple shift lethargy

feeble gripping keys

sweaty open palms

grasping folding walls

slipping

h

d

p

ring

around

the

rooo

si

Poetry · Writing

Trust your training~

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last

heat of the season-

trust your training~

finish line

waves in a mirage

cameras panning

around the crowd

& racers-

a mix of sweat and water

dripping, sizzling on the scorched track.

Ladies & gentlemen, w are about to being

the main event!

one more win

one more

trust your training~

This is

WAC Men’s 100-meter dash

finals!

worn runners kiss the starting block

daggers at #6

flex at #4

trust your training~

finger dig rubber

crowd screams silent

white lines

pistol-

Fault!

#4-

water bottles scattered-

trust your training~

howling

to the sun across

trust your training~

prying lenses-

towel over his head

resting on his coaches chest-

trust your

training~

crowd silent

block to the left

empty

white lines

pistol