Eruption

An envelope
stuffed and swelling

A lock
that’s finally found its key

A fire-filled volcano
covering the city after centuries of silence

A sapling
breaking through the earth

A cloud
pierced with the sorrow of the sky

For years
I’ve written hardly a thing

Then suddenly,
a storm of words

05.07.09 tm

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I am white,
            but have wished for a more interesting colour since I was a child,
            longed for braids and the grace of mocha-skinned women.

I am a woman,
            but I cannot walk in heels.  I burp. I do not cook.

I am a young adult,
            but I like my music quiet and my movies serious.
            I prefer a night in ( Read more... )

Tonight the World Smells of Memory

Tonight the world smells of memory
every step leading to the past,
taking me back, without a fight

Tonight I smelled you,
summer on your skin
and salt on your tongue

And the world at our feet

Tonight the earth
stopped -
for just a few, earth-shattering moments,
returning to its axis too soon

But in that sudden stillness
was ( Read more... )

From the Doorway, Looking in on My Sweet

First you, and you alone
you in the dark
you and those hands, the hair, that skin
warmth felt from across the room
you and linen,
curled about those legs so strong

- thin, warm, rough, man -

you and those sky-filled eyes,
overflowing with Love

you, you in the dark, and MINE

Then me, me at the door
lost in ( Read more... )

In January

In January,

When everything is white,

The horizon line indistinguishable -

When earth and sky are smeared effortlessly

Onto one immense palette of snow -

When life seems to cease,

The world stops turning,

And time grows stiller than the night -

When the fine line between heaven and earth

Fades and evaporates,

Leaving a single, blank canvas,

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Roadmap

Your skin is a roadmap, your veins the freeways

with stars for the places you liked the best, stayed in the longest, made your home.

There are dead-ends and circles, because you were indecisive in your time.

Everywhere you’ve been - every little point - is there, for all to see.

And you offer them - the points, the roads, your skin, your arms

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The Choice

No, I’ve never had a child.

So I suppose you could say I can’t imagine.

And I suppose I can’t.

No, I’ve never faced such a difficult choice.

To choose between life and death, right and wrong.

To make someone else’s decisions for them.

But then again,

Maybe that’s the point.

Maybe no one should make other’s decisions for them.

She could have ( Read more... )

I am...

I am a girl.

I am a woman.

I am a lover.

I am a dreamer.

I live to create.

I am a writer.

I am a reader.

I am a poet.

I am timid.

I am innocent.

I am guilty.

I am a daughter.

I am a sister.

I am a friend.

I am a night owl.

I am a pack rat.

I am a cheap date.

I am a daddy’s girl.

I am a hopeless romantic.

I am terrified of change.

I am my mother.

I am my ( Read more... )

i don't know what the Hell i'm doing!
but what else is new?
you're not really supposed to, are you?

when we were younger,
a certain friend of mine
(who shall remain nameless)
used to throw these themed parties
with itineraries:

dinner at six.
games at eight.
bed at ten.

no one ever followed them.

09.15.06 tm

There are green cars everywhere.
There is golf on TV.
There are people and hugs
    which only remind me
    of how much better yours are.
There are smiles occasionally.
    but none like yours.
None that make me hungry.
None that I simply
    want to feast on.
None that take up
    anyone's entire face.
None that make me feel
    like the Queen of the World
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