Let's Be Bare

Dreary eyes,
Thousands of feet above the hard, cold ground.
My breathing shallow and peaceful.

I can't help but let my eyes grow heavier,
At the thought of lips touching,
Hands brushing,
Sighs made every so quietly,
But with intention.

Let me fade to the time and place,
Let my body be free,
My words as deep as my soul,
Let us roam.

Let us roam through the peaks and valleys of each others minds,
Then back to the surface,
Bodies entwined.

Let my body be free,
As you roam around me.
And my dreams solidified by this reality.

Let me close my eyes,
Return to that,
As my body craves touch,
And my soul craves meaningful conversation.

Combine the two,
And let me return to that euphoric state we share.

Let's be bare.

Detached Light

Blinded by our own wounds,
We carve the way, unknowingly,
For those in need of our attention. 

We are so caught up in the small things,
That we forget to unveil our eyes to the truth that surrounds us and plagues our world.

Though we fight battles,
We may not fight the right ones.
We remain blinded by this detached light that distracts us from the ultimate truth of the universe.

May we see once again.

In Between

Somewhere in between
A love scene
And a tragedy.

Tear Soaked Cheeks

I whisper through the tears and sobs ,
To myself,
"It could be so much worse"

I try to steady my breathing,
Lay on my stomach, chest pressed to the floor,
Because the pressure makes the anxiety slowly fade...

My heart aches,
I long for my arms to be around you,
And yours to be around me,
The way you embrace me after a fight,
The way you hold me tight when my world is in shambles.

I've sacraficed so much,
And I can't help but ... wonder.

Wonder what you're thinking,
And TRULY feeling
One the other side of the static.

So here I sit,
Tear soaked cheeks

Where Would You Be?

If the stars shined one last time for me,
And the moon whispered her goodbyes to me,
In that moment where would you be?
Would you be thinking of me?
Or your self proclaimed destiny?

I Will

She tries to get my attention,
I've fallen into the motions.
She screams,
but all I hear are the thuds of sound proof glass being pounded on with tired fists.

My soul,
Begs me to listen, to act,
To engulf myself in the true reality of the universe.

I will.
I have.
I will again.
Here,
Now.

Recovery

Well,
We meet again,
It's been a year,
Are we still friends?

This pain sets in,
From time to time,
Yet I always seem to return,
For more.

The torture,
The pain,
The bliss.

And recovery...
What for?

219

2:19 am
Some things dont change.
She creeps in again,
My old friend.

Shakes me in the night,
Wakes me,
Breaks me...

Put in my stomach,
Heart racing,
She laughs,
I'm pacing.

Old friend?
More like old lover...
Insomnia,
I'll soon disover.

Double Edged

Dark,
Alone.
Trying to easy the bluntness of this piercing darkness with a few tiny glimpses of light.
Feeling loved.
But then.
Disgusted.


From feeling nearly safe and nearly warm,
To anxious, sick, and cold.

But it is simply shock value.
Simply...
What?
Simply one thing to do it, but another to reveal.

But how could I even scream,
Or feel...
When the knife is double edged?

Star Dust

True story:
I have always been super self conscious about my dimple (yes, I only have one). But the older I get the more I realize the universe created me with perfect bits of star dust and solar storms.

Wise Night

The night may be young somewhere in this twisted world,

But here...

Now...

It is ancient, wise, and ever telling

HEaven LLust

A fire rising within,
Memories of whiskey sin.
Blurred but ever so clear.
Will you meet me there?

Exit

Find me by the exit,
Whiskey drink in hand.
Push me against the wall,
Ask me for a dance.

Complimentary

My back against the wall,
Then yours,
Cold against our skin.
Drunken footing,
As we dance this forbidden dance.
Whiskey & Tequila
So different, yet complimentary.

The Chase

Grasp it,
Let it go.
An idea,
A foe.

What could possibly go wrong when you taste it?
What could possibly go wrong from an adventure taken once... twice... maybe three times?

Have you tasted the forbidden fruit?
Engulfed yourself,
Indulged in the sweet nectar of temptation?

If you have, then you know.
The thrill,
The high,
The crash,
The crave,
The chase.

But when you taste the tiniest bit once again,
You run,
Grasp,
Grip that feeling...

All to experience the high again.
All to simply taste her lips.
Feel her hips.
Get high on bliss.

What I've Become

Each mile is tucked into my soul, into my memories. 

Like a tiny souvenir carried , yet with no weight. 

The journey has become my lover,

and I her muse.

Guide

Sick to my stomach,
I see the drive, the motivation, the endless potential.
Stopped.
Reminded that only you control your destiny and stars.
Stopped.
But for some reason I must push and help, but am I helping if I dont make you advocate for yourself?
Stuck.
I know what I should do.
My heart and emotions toy with my soul and what is right.
So I will guide you,
Through good and / or bad.

And I Weep

Body shaking,
Tears rolling down my olive cheeks.
Soul clenching,
Stomach turning.

That which grace my ears,
That which my eyes see,
Leave me heartbroken,
Soul shattered.

Why is our would filled with the deepest hate,
The deepest fear of maybe someday trying to understand what is different?

Words,
Slurs,
And fists pounding on those that already hurt.
Why?

Is it because you are hurt too?

So instead of raging,
And trying to rearrange what we cannot change,
Why not try to accept?
To love?
To simply honor...

Let go.
But for tonight, and who knows how long...
I weep.

Surface

My soul creeped to the surface,
Shallow surface,
No harm,
It's just another shot in the dark
Until I surface once again.
Falling off, get back up,
Step back in,
To myself.

Chained by Waves

Trying to breathe,
Heavy weight suppresses my energy.
I toss, turn and try to rip these chains off of me.

Eyes heavy, soul weak.
It happens,
Every so often in this dry summer heat.

But challenges I'll face,
And overcome.
Stronger, than that of the broken will.

Watch me trudge through the sea,
As waves try to swallow me.

Thriving Beauty

She had green eyes,
Left them tongue tied.
Past full of lies.

Blonde hair,
Not a single care,
They wouldn't dare
Cross her twice.

Jaded,
Faded,
Broken but she made it,
On her own terms
In this life.


Watch her grow,
Entice,
And make ya look twice,
And thrive in this demented world.

Sisterhood

I'VE BEEN THERE
BUT THAT'S THE LAST THING YOU WANT TO HEAR.
I'M STILL HERE, AND WILL BE
TO CATCH YOU WHEN YOU FALL
BUT FOR NOW, I WILL ACCEPT THE CORNER YOU'VE PLACED ME IN FOR CARING.
DELICATELY
I WILL NOTE MY PLACE.
FOR
FRIENDSHIP IS A SISTERHOOD
IT
MATTERS MORE THAN FALSE REALITY

Red Door

Have you found the red door?
Hidden in the depths of the city.
One calling your name,
Screaming,
Yet inviting.

Have you found the red door?
Did you follow me there?
I'll show you what's behind it,
If you promise not to tell.

Taste of Attention

The taste of attention,
So shallow, so sweet
Like nectar derived from a tropical tree.

The taste of attention,
So bitter and raw,
A mysterious bite, makes you high as you fall.

The taste of attention,
So old, but so new
So engaging and tantalizing

If only from you.

Let It Age

SHE TOLD ME NOT TO RUSH IT
SO HERE I'LL TAKE MY TIME
LET IT AGE,
PICK IT APART,
LIKE MY THOUGHTS ON CHEAP WINE

Easter

Once in a distant lifetime
Weekends like this,
Meant more
Than just some "time off"

Wings.

Eyes open,
Spirit crawling out of its comfortable cage,
It once believed to be a nest.

Jumping,
And instantly
She
Had
Wings.

Refrain

And you said...
But that never really mattered anyway.

Just like my words,
As they disappear.
Lost in thin air.

My heart aches,
For what I know,
Because the truth is in my pain
And how I feel...

Yet I still refrain.

Alone.
Again.
In this damn bed.

Whiskey Soaked Lips

LA lights, never shine quite as bright as in the movies. 

But something about this dimly lit alleyway, has got me twisted,

In a way.

And we're trying to fight the morning light,
Whiskey soaked lips & lipstick stained nights.

But what are we waiting for?

The sun to rise? 

As our grip tightens on the moon.

Laughter flows freely,
Almost as freely as the booze,
And our conversation.

Twenty Five Cents

Cheap coffee,
Maybe for you cheap cigarettes.
Cheap perfume
And cheap whiskey.

But it's the simple things
Like Cheap love
Cheap sex
Cheap "maybes"


What's love, but twenty five cents?

Zephyr

She was a different kind of soul,
She liked lavender lattes and rock n roll.
Her spirit was free,
Like a bird in the wind.
Always moving east to west, then back again.

She wore vintage clothes, and torn up jeans.
Tossed her hair, cuffed her sleeves.
Sang shamelessly in quirky bars,
All cares to the wind...

This time was hers.

She grew with each sunrise,
And blossomed with each sunset.
She reminisced of times they met.

A simple song in the sweet wind.

Effortless

Time.
Endless,
Seemingly short and eternal consecutively.
How could something so intangible, be so cherished?
Could it be the moments?
Each second that passes, better than the last.

Conversation ran deep,
And time... stood still.
But oddly allowed for travel among memories ...
Similar memories, similar scenarios
Similar fears.

Two souls, stripped and simply talking..
Bare.
Hours pass, unbenounced to them.
So comfortable... So freeing... So simple.

So effortless.

Exploration

Whiskey.
You start to feel warm.
You cheeks become a sweet rose color.
Eyes, glass over.
Smile widens.

Tequila.
You feel frisky,
Dangerously living on the edge.
1,2,3
Time to go back to the hotel.
Listen to music.
Dance a little.

More.
Inhibitions disappear,
Stripping back your emotions, soul, and clothes.
Senses enhanced? Maybe.
Time to explore.

Haunting Words

A dream,
You were there... moonlight in your hair
Because, how else would we be meeting ?

Your smile, inviting.
Your touch, enticing.
Your gaze, alluring.

A spell cast on me,
Although I am sure cast on many others.
Not so special, but a spell strong enough to bond one to the temptation.

You have a way of making us feel like the only one you've ever laid eyes on.
Like we are special,
But that is your guise.
Your venom that makes it near impossible to break free.

I too, am like you.
Feeding off of the energy of another to fill a sick void.
We share a hunger.
It is so beautifully wicked that we tease one another with it, seeing who will give in first.

Will I loose control?
Or will you succumb to my energy in the moonlight?

Awake, I'm shaken.
Your words from my dream haunt me.

Don't you?

Suppressed rage,
Discomfort building, rising .
Searching for release, although it remains at her fingertips.

The beast screams to be let out of the cage,
Starts to release unpleasant sounds,
But then pulled back by the reigns of her patience.

She inhales,
It becomes difficult.
Visibly difficult.

Her patience has given her grace over the years,
Has made her whole aura seem bright and welcoming,
Yet there is a small, growing darkness that seeks to overtake it.

She struggles to maintain her grasp,
Her knuckles white from gripping onto her sanity and eloquence.
Tears being choked back,
The muscle in her chest that gives her life, aching.

If you look through her piercing eyes you can see straight to her soul.
It longs to be understood and expressed in all of its truth.

Look past the smile,
Deep inside, the pain of a young child is begging to be acknowledged... validated.

But you just enjoy her pain.
Don't you?

Even if...

Let me travel the world,
Even if only through your eyes 🕉

My Wish For You

I wish that your eyes could see the beauty of the sun caressing the Western mountains.
The way she gracefully glides her fingertips over their rough edges and through their smooth crevices.
Shadows created to tease the eyes of those daring to stare.

I wish that you could feel my breath as I exhale a sigh of pleasure from watching the sun rise,
Creeping over the mountain tops, and slowly undressing the valley as she wakes.

I wish that you could see my grin when I look up at the stars, on a clear desert night.
Nowhere near perfect, a crooked smile,
And only one dimple.
But the imperfection that rests in my expression is worth the mind's pleasure.

And lastly,
          I wish that you could see through my eyes, feel through my soul...
Only then, could you ever truly know the feeling of euphoria the small things gift me.