Violins

She knew all too well.
Yet,
she continues to play with fire.

Temptation bites at her fingertips,
teasing her,
leading her astray from her innocent grace.

The violins play their soundless music.
Dancing before her eyes,
parading about her naked skin,
prodding,
poking.
Taking–only enough to feed their appetite.

Breathless.

Always leaving her wanting for more. 

Two People Amonst a Crowd

Hmm. This just kind of um happened. Damn. I’m suppose to be cleaning. /facepalm.

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The distance makes it bearable
Not talking to you makes it manageable
And with this note I’ll seal our fate.
For this is not only good for you,
But best for me as well.

Do you remember in Harry Potter, the Phoenix who rose from the ashes of the old?
The never ending cycle of Life.
But you know me,
I oversimplify with my irrational logic, and splash coffee all over dirt to look for color.

I tried to sing this,
But it was all wrong.
I can’t hold a pitch to save my life.

Even so now
I try to say just enough,
But not too much.

Always praying for the best,
You deserve that and more.

But these are just thoughts
These are just ramblings,
Leaving my head
And finding their way to you.

You always made sense of my nonsense.

Two people amongst a crowd.

Valentine’s Day – 2011

More old stuff. Or as D use to say shtuffff. Wrote this one…back on Valentine’s Day of this year. Good memories.

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Do you remember?
I do.
We were too broke to buy each other anything.
But had enough money for stouffers..
I think we watched an Anime.
Then we laid in bed and probably talked about nonsense.

Do you remember the video we made?
You were half asleep..
Muttering gibberish.
And I caught it alllllllllll on my camera.
And you tickled me.
(I hate being tickled)

I’ll never forget your smile.
I have never heard more honest laughter

But I have to say,
It was the best Valentine’s Day in awhile.
You made it worthwhile.
I’d give anything to go back to that day.
Anything.

Miss you today.

I Can’t Describe It

Something old I found emptying out old drafts from November 27th, 2011. Enjoy.
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What is Love?
I wonder.
Did I ever know Love with You?
As we dance further apart.
I miss you

But he holds me close
He tells me what I need to hear
He treats me right.
 And I don’t want to yell
I don’t feel the red anger that I felt with You
When he smiles I can feel the sunshine.

I miss hours lost to endless conversations
Interests melded together
I miss our laughter
I miss our friendship
It was always just you & I

He and I skip down lanes that we can’t see down

But oh,
do I have a good feeling about this one
All. Because. Of. You.
Who taught me what was it like to lose

A Disarray of Thoughts – Part 3

I agree with,
honesty is the best policy.
And so,
I blab and blab
When I don’t take my medicine.
With Arabs
Named
AT.

I feel like a mouse when I talk to you.
Squeeeaakkk.
Run under the couch and tremble.

I’d be positively lying if I said I wasn’t a mess.
Alice in Wonderland.
Lily in Space.

You’re too afraid to ruin a good thing.
What if it could be better?
What if everything you passed up was worth it’s weight in gold?
Don’t be afraid to make mistakes.
Embrace and vow to learn from them.

Maybe, just maybe.
You haven’t met that person who will captivate you.

I don’t bring anyone home.
But I’d love to invite you in.
I guess,
that makes you special.

The Ache and Pains – Part 2.

Last night.
Lol.
Last night.

I rejected men left and right.
I can’t stand being restricted.
Tied down.
Suffocated.
All I want is to feel alive.

That feeling you get when you put your hands up, throw back your head, open your eyes.
That feeling I get when I talk to you.
Oh, no.
It’s a good feeling.

And sometimes,
I feel the frustration.
Like electric bolts.
Boom.
Shock.
Boom.
I believe you said,
‘Bzzt’.
Major eye roll.

I keep falling back to JE.
Like a pathetic pinball game.
A yo-yo winding up,
coming right back.
But he makes me itch like hives.
Scratch, scratch.
Stop itching that spot!

A Series of Parts – Part 1

Crouched alone naked in the bathroom.
Hair-a-hot-mess.
She passes out in the tub.
Boyfriend carries her to bed.
Takes good care of her.
Tucks her in.
I thank God, he’s finally given her something good.

Puking in the toilet,
he holds her hair.
She can’t stop apologizing for not knowing her limits.
But even so he smiles at her.
What a nice boy.

I always let the nice ones go.

To Forget

Her name is Joana.

If I wanted I could look her up, find out everything I wanted.

Poke a hole in my balloon world and let out all the air.

At this point even her name burns my head.

I should be happy,
That he found happiness in his tunnel.

If I could forget I’d gladly give it up.
But so,
I write her name here and lay it to rest.
At the end of this poem never to speak of her again.

Pray to God that he’ll let me sleep tonight,
To give me faith that in the end it’ll all work out.
Even though my heart is tight and I can’t breathe.
There is still magic in the air.

Scizzors.

Snip.

One by one,
each string falls.

I’d call her a fool.
Falling over the same crack,
thrice now.
But every time she falls,
she keeps fighting back.

You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing,
who see’s a lamb in the water’s reflection.

A cross between a disease and a cure.

Be careful where you tread,
every step is ice.

Think before you act,
don’t make your last mistake,
your biggest regret.

Once she walks out that door,
she doesn’t look back.

Chocolate Duet Cake

I have to divide myself into equal parts of chocolate duet cake.
Find an equal balance.
Enough to satisfy,
but not to overindulge.

Take all the extra pieces,
and remake it.

Add more chocolate. (wisdom)
Add more softness. (lessons)
Add more of the lick-my-fingers,
Damn-That’s-Delicious.  (happiness)

Bake until golden brown,
yet ooey gooey.

DING!

Last,
but not least,
Share.

Hand out my chocolate duet cake.
But, save a small piece to never forget:
The lessons learned.
The wisdom earned.
The happiness gained.