Friday, June 26, 2009

And Then (Mini-Series. Part 5)

one day I will
fashion the words that
will make this love

write the poem
that will
give my pain
a purpose,
A hope to hold me;
making me brave enough

to wait for you.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Haiku #4672

women silently
giving birth to corpses. Who
will speak for the dead?

Sunday, June 21, 2009

"Tommy,...You Ain't Got No Job Maynnnn!!" (Haiku)

worse than laziness:
disguising idleness or
work without progress.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Stick-Up. (Mini-Series. Part 4)

I came to you:
Level-headed and
Flawless diamonds hidden behind my eyes,
a pure, expectant smile.

you took what didn't belong to you.
And I want them all back,

you Thief.

Left-Out for Leftovers

I’m the girl made for
Second thoughts,
Lukewarm hand-me-down gestures,
And affections in the form of
His leftovers.

Figured I would be first in line
His fondness;
Yet I see that
My place had the stability
Of quicksand.

The [intimate] nickname I displayed proudly
Was not gold-plated or permanently mounted high,
One of those thin, interchangeable
Plastic tags that can be switched
With another,
When there’s an adjustment in personnel.

I certainly have my pride.
So, I will quietly gather
What rightfully belongs to me
And love myself,
From now on…

Friday, June 12, 2009

Back to the Future

I wish to accelerate time
Defy natural law
Fast forward
To the moment where you
Love me better.
Wistfully you realize
That your Present Self is
In need of the Future You
A Prospect
In your former skin.
A Prototype
Of your future self.

Powerless to give
Incapable of containing
Lacked essence
Meanwhile I spend mine into a void interdependence.
Loving the Idea of You.
Miserly with Moments
Courted by Glimpses
Wooed by Potential.

You are left dazed
By my excess
And ashamed
By your lack.
Quick trips to a hidden reservoir
Leaving me behind to
Maintain our Masquerade.

But I shall wait
Denying the traces of them
Who pale in comparison
To the You
That returns.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Patience. (Mini-Series. Part 2)

peculiar. it is.
while you
drift from
fear to love's folly,
one beautiful possibility
to another,
stand next to you,
frozen in a solitary
and wait for you
to notice that it's
[holding your hand].

Dry Eyes (Mini-Series. Part 1)

I have stared at you
for so long,
my eyes are
beginning to tire.

They are dry from
And I am afraid
that if I
I will miss...

But I cannot keep this up
for much longer.


...look my way.