Year: 2005

String together your beautiful wordsand give me a rhyme to repeat. Put in the background a melodythat I can sing through the night. Write me that candlelight guitarlove song you once promised, and I’ll try to remember the kissyou left on my skin.

End of November Last night I saw a stardash across the city sky.And I forgot to makea wish for you. But then I remember andwonder if you’re still underthe same winter skythat holds so many dreams. The end of Novembernever felt so coldas it does now.

Torturero: Part II My cigarette smoke makesyour nostrils flare,distracting me from yournonchalance. I stare and wonder whyso much time was wastedtrying to be someoneI am not. Your words always pierced,your ears were always big;there was always something about youthat made me scared I started to resent allthat you seemed to be.Was it because Istopped worshipping…

I will believe the lieshanging on your lipsas you brush themacross my skin. Don’t let me wake upfrom this happy ending.Sing me a fairy taleto help me forget.

She turned around at the sound of the patio door opening and stared at him.  He was a shadow against the background of the darkened room.  As he walked towards her, she put out her cigarette to welcome the chance of embracing him completely. “Will you dance with me,” he whispered in her ear.“There’s no…

written August 27, 2004 The first cut is always the one she hesitates in making.  In that moment of hesitation, she realizes what she is about to do and knows that she can stop at anytime.  She knows that she can put back the eyebrow trimmer into the pencil case, turn off the light, go…

The City of Angels Cruising by, watching the light-blue sky sea blending into horizon. Sky-rises interrupting green brown hills. The famous walk with the ordinary and even the homeless have an ocean view. [This is extremely rough, but I just had to get these words down for the moment.  Will re-edit later.]

Torturero “Do you still love her,”I ask without wantingto know the answer. And yet I remain curiousmasochistic, pained.I long for his answeras I long for him. I want to find somethingto connect to so I canjustify what I feel. But it never comes,and the conversationends. And I go back intomy lonely world wishingto be a…

Passing Days You were my yesterday,a dream left behindand long forgotten. And I wake up today,forever lost in spaceand long forsaken. But the hope of future days,to find our peace,we still keep sacred.

A little bit of imagination “This is it, isn’t it?”“Yeah.  Still won’t come with me?”“I can’t.”“Well, I had to try.”“You know…I never expected to be your soul mate.  It’s not what I wanted.  I just wanted time.”“It seems that the timing has never been right between us, has it?”“No, it seems not.  Goodbye.”“Bye.”