i want to wake up to your soothing voice
curing me healing me from the long night aches
to be near you to feel your warmth
knowing your arms around me drawing me in closer
lips along my collarbone whispering goodmorning
fingers caressing my warm blanketed skin
as we greet the new day softly

sky blue
leaves green
wind cool
sun shiny
me deskbound
something wrong

Aurora
 

sun peeking thru the blinds
illuminating the room with a soft glow
still russles in the breaking morning
as he slips in between the sheets
snuggling against her body
silently he traces her face
wrapping loose tendrils around his fingers
his body curls behind her
as he whispers all his cares
to the slumbering young girl
letting sleeping beauty lie

If you want to feel your corpus callosum really, well, THERE, spend some quiet time with the daughter of the only person you've ever hated, talking earnestly about her PTSD.

Whatever will happen when she figures out who I am?

in memory of daniel
 

walking out of the room
down the hall
knowing it would never be the same
slowmotion heart beats
echoing watching his monitor
blink. beep. flatline into nothing
he was gone
when just days ago he was vibrant
normal so very alive
catching my eye
smiling at me
from across the room
the same way he did
when we first met
who knew what life would bring
black and white stills
flash scenes of life joy love
as she walks alone
down the long corridor

her words
 

crumbling castles in shifting sands
evanescent warmth of hands
entangled tango fandango
between the roar of ocean waves
and gusty winds
together we build the apses between lapses of laughter
after
well, i guess the point is to enjoy things as they are
enjoy every caress of these shifting sands
enjoy every moment while it is alive
because the waves always erase
always say goodbye

"Merry Christmas, Darling" on the radio,
Gently drifting fallen snow,
I just wrote this so you would know:

good thing I can't open that third floor window.

Friends and neighbors call "Hello",
The carolers sing soft and low,
The Yuletide hearth is all aglow,

and damn! I can't budge that third floor window

Missing you this time of year
When airwaves fill with sounds of cheer
And we draw close to near and dear....

that window's stuck. Fvck! Happy New Year!

talking to you again is like
...
something i can't describe
i can't quite put my finger on it
and i dont know how to feel
day to day
about it
or even hour to hour
(minute to minute?)
aside from a few snide comments
made to make me
feel guilt, somehow
about protecting myself
and my feelings
the depths of which i would never dream of sharing with you
you're your old self
the back & forth
easily flowing conversation
the witty banter
teasing
giving as good as you're getting
i've missed it
i've missed you
time heals all wounds?
i'll never know for sure

Also.. like a lot of you have said, you will choose a random person in public and make up an entire life for them... I do that too. xD It's fun. Or when I am at home with a friend, or if I call them and tell them to go to a certain channel (soap operas are the best.. especially the ones on the Mexican channel) we choose a character and make them say things. Oh yeah. Good times. Goooood times. =)

ambient noieses
oh wow this is intense
im a slient new age movie romance
slick shine i gliude, no
frollock,
now its getting hip,
funny, i dont remember wearing the clown shoes
itunes changing it up quick,
ridding my broom with piano
pacing pricking my spine
singing with a native american about the sunrise
ohohohhhhhhohoohhoh yooyoyoyoyoooyyyoyoooo,
piano, cymbol tap, sudden kick bass rattling waves fading into the day
its partly darkly with a hint of purple
now back to you lid,
sneaky, snickers tracks in the woods,
creapy, low rumbal of thunder and a dog barked
woah its candyland ecletronic zaparonie woo wo woooo
lazer tag digital numbers sprinklers and the wind chimes.

thoughts of you crowd
into my mind
pushing past
the mundane
seeking shelter
in the inner
recesses of my heart

*walking*......*farts*,*cuts to the left*
stage presence is a state of mind i heard
wiping the sleep from my eye,
the sun nodded,
"hey"
wtf, oh right,
grabbed my shoes..
alice in wonderland.

about nature
 

"so,"

said god,

"you humans are waiting for a miracle.

you know, after the 7th day, i gave it all away to you
all out of my hands.
don't ask me for a miracle.

because how can i speak justice, without your voices?
how can i love, without your hearts?

not you, but i myself am waiting for a miracle."

Here, have my elbow!!
I'm sorry I did that
Run
Whats wrong with you?
This is not a game
Snap out of it