Category: Writings

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.”

“Damnit Angel!” “You haven’t called me that since I got back.” She looked defeated, like she was going to reply but couldn’t find the right words to shoot back with. She was angry, and hurt, and let down that things were not the same as she remembered. “I grew up. I had to.” … “When…

I keep on driving through the night the song on repeat in my mind when all that’s left is to say goodbye and all that’s left is left behind everything falls, everything breaks and you begin to fade away and I can’t sing myself to sleep bitter reminders of you with me I’m on this…

“I will love you till the dawn till the end of this song… so just play along to this sweet intermission and I will be someone else and you’ll be yourself till we are at the end of this sweet intermission” She cuddled close next to the window screen, so maybe she could hear more…

You used to be my silence, my reason for pausing time.

I’m sorry about all of this. I never meant to do it to you. But I know no other way. And I don’t know how not to hurt you, to prevent you hurting me. It all doesn’t matter, really. I don’t know if you’ll ever know. And maybe it’s best that you shouldn’t. For you…

Today I was asked what poetry was and I couldn’t help think your eyes. Eyes that seemed to penetrate me with every passing moment. Eyes that I wished would never leave me. We were given a moment to think about the definition of poetry and I kept thinking how your eyes danced when you smiled.…