He Smelled Like Forever

( A repost of my favorite love poem. Happy Valentine’s Day!) He smelled like forever As if forever could be measured by time He smelled like an eternity Of sunshine Beautiful rain as it would seem A subtle combination of uneasiness That was his scent He carried it like an old picture Battered around the…

A Lover’s Concern

I have begun to wonder That if by now you have fallen in love with my imperfections And if so Would it be okay it there were also bruises

Phantom Speakeasy

Phantom speakeasyRhyming off reasonLaying victim to the dark Tell meWhen has the world ever listened to your pleaEloquent soliloquy fallen on deaf ears No sign of reliefDistant screamingTearing away at my sadness Phantom speakeasyDisturbing the silenceLoud sounds in a quiet room Breaking down my walls of grandeurMundane thoughts plague meThe common tongue bears its fangs…

Soliloquy BLT

Give me two warm buns, slightly toastA silent plea to my flaws and insecuritiesTwo is often better than oneExcept in case of an emergency Condiments come next, just like the spice of lifeWide width of various, shapes, and sizesHiding the flavor fluent in broken tones Lettuce, or call it lechugaAn Authentic latina brings her own…

Pareidolia

Today, I saw faces on the walls Long noses and piercing eyes. I cried along with the tears of another. There were no sounds to call my own Like a silent movie without a plot They moved like people. Fickle and foul beings fumbling through life These silent stares bore holes into my soul. Blank…

She Fell

She shook  For lack of emotion Had ejected her into reality  Tumbling  Falling from grace  The doubt grew  Flying with wings of uncertainty Never knowing what her purpose was  For the fear of falling She would fall Mercilessly  For the wrong person  On two occasions Once in her prime  And another when the world had…

“A King Without a Crown”

Streams of consciousness roll down my back Drifting by my illogical fallacies Undeterred by the obstacles in its path A conscious mind makes a move Changing the pattern of the game Fierce winds rule my soul Beating heart take hold I tremble in the face of the storm For the rain bares my mind to…

Used Thoughts Of The Silence

I used to dream in tongues In languages left unspoken Fear of knowing Fear of being the one Twisted in the moment of falling behind Running in the wrong direction  Being lost to time Finding a place to call your own  Then losing the key Fearful memories Alone at last Drunken nights I forget my…

Fragile Pieces

I have taken a liken to my hands, to the way you left them. Mangled bruises but only on the surface.  Beneath you left me with tactile changes of my character.  I trace these lines to their source  And find they run much deeper than this feigning of disingenuous compromises Bent over the wrong way…

It is not yet Spring

Fragile cases of disillusioned men come tumbling down the street. Seeking justice on a promise of lips No one heard a thing they said Distant passersby scoff at the disruption to their walk It is not yet spring Loud voices clash On mountains of ill-forgotten deeds of kindness Silver clatters to the floor Making its…