It doesn't feel like Christmas

It doesn't feel like Christmas,
There's no snow on the ground...
Family's spread about,
And laughter isn't found.

It doesn't feel like Christmas,
It's warmer than the past.
But hearts feel distant and shallow,
And question if they'll last.

It doesn't feel like Christmas,
My fire is quickly dimmed,
Though I know I hold the power,
To rekindle it again.

It doesn't feel like Christmas,
A time of comfort and that of peace...
Instead there's unsettled words and feelings, you feel compelled to speak.

It doesn't feel like Christmas,
If only in my dreams...
But I'm looking into next year,
With fresh and newfound wings.

Stranger Contradictions

Sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own life...
How can one feel so detached at times,
Yet immersed in other moments?

It feels like a mild torture,
But one that I enjoy...
How beautifully contradictory

Quote: Vita & Virginia

"These snatched moments with you are exasperating…. meet me so we may have another.”
-Vita & Virginia

Coffee Induced Chills

Sitting,
In silence.
Holding a hot cup of coffee.
Bringing it to my lips.
Inhale.
Chills grace my skin,
While warmth fills my soul.
In this moment, I am happy.

Cinnamon

Sitting with my coffee,
Savoring the cinnamon aroma.
Sunshine creeps through my windowpane...
Fall breeze, sneaks past my bare feet.
And in this moment,
All I crave is your touch.

Exactly What I Mean

I close my eyes,
And feel a rush.
I lay in bed...bundled tight, in blankets that refuse to do anything but cling to my skin;
And I pretend it's your touch.

I can't help but to dream of you,
As lovers do,
When touch is distant,
And words are all that we can hang on to.

So I whisper to the stars for you,
Feel myself,
And cast a spell for you,
In the last full moonlight this decade holds,
I hold my cards,
And hope you fold.

Your body so soft,
Your soul so hard,
Babe,
Listen... I'm listening,
Just lower that guard.

Let your words flow freely,
As we strip back, and strip down.
Let me hold that heart, for just a minute... let me feel your thoughts and dreams.

You know exactly what I mean.

For What It's Worth

She smells like sunflowers and honeysuckles,
But keep her roots with her,
As she wanders the world.

She drinks too much espresso, 

And can't help but curse.

She loves dancing naked, 

And reminiscing through lyrics of her favorite songs... those moments never lost. 

She sometimes cries until her eyes are blackened with mascara, 

But she always picks herself up, because life is too beautiful, too precious to let it get lost. 

Sometimes she loves too hard, 

That her heart aches... but that pain has only made her stronger. 

She sings to the wind, in hopes it carries her voice,

And gently touches nature, when she needs grounding. 

She is wild, and sees the world through a lens, sometimes out of focus...

But she is undeniably herself,

For what that's worth.