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Eyes Speak

Two clenched jaws, but expectant eyes
and something lies deep inside
fighting hard to keep the spark alive.

This post first appeared on this blog in December 2016 last year.

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Henri Between Shots

A few drinks in the memory of a
Better time & a young heart
He won’t say anything…But he’ll tell you all.

Image Credits: PaintingHere

This post first appeared on this blog in December 2016 last year.

With You!

Nights with you are exciting, crazy,
Mornings hot bothered, and lazy.
The closer we get
the world gets hazy.
Wait for me, oh reticent paramour!
This love, you say, is easy.

This post first appeared on this blog in December 2015, when I was just starting out.

Flashback Friday: Love, the Black and White Way

A lot seeps from the cracks,
but this is pure atrophy

the words form into strings,
shapes to memories and agony.

A lot that was left unsaid,
when the winds blew that day

will be written down in history
the black and white way.

This post appeared on the blog for the first time in November 2015. 

Flashback Friday: My Eclipse

Although austere,
yet absolute, complete
a solitary existence was mine.

Spellbinding, you came along
unbeknown shade to my shine
the welcome eclipse to a shrine.

An ardent irrevocable ring
no love bargained
boundless as the stars in the night.

Short, tender marriage
christened “Curt!” “Contrived!”
this jubilant union of darkness & light.

This post appeared for the first time on this blog in November 2016. 

Serendipitous Smiles

One sideways glance
Two barren hearts clink

Overflows with jocund emotion
This moment of unexpected unison.

Infinity is far too long
Forever is an elusive song

A split second smile
Enough to last a lifetime.


Image Credits: Danny Santos Photography

Flashback Friday: I knew what died meant.

I knew what died meant.

When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.

When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.

When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.

I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.

I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.

Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.

But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.

My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.

I don’t hate that
I know what died means.


Image Credits : HyattMoore

Flashback Friday: Smile

Half a smile from him

and she was in her elements again.

Alive bright!

Like cherry blossoms in springtime.

Like Vermillion on a newlywed bride.

Like keys of an unused piano

under fingers of a forgotten musician.


 

Flashback Friday: Death of an Artist

And these walls will never speak again
Because the feet that hung from the ceiling are limp.
Steady now, the hands of paint,
Stands yet another beautiful crimp.


 

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