I don’t know
how do people live with
not knowing
if their love one
is alive or dead
I can only imagine
they are like a blowfish
keeps every possibility inside
I have been like that
for the last few days
until today
I come to know that
you are alive
This news is like
a gentle hand
gives me permission
to cry
I can only imagine
the other news
would be like a knife
stabs and twists
all the possibilities
to bleed out
One night
the lilac candle
in the wind
tango danced with
the rose of Sharon
by my window sill
That overwhelming
sense of seduction
fractured my mind
In my sleep
purple daisies
flooded my dreams
My remaining
sense of clarity
screamed for
the purification
of an amethyst
She painted her nails in yellow
like the daisies thrive in desert
She painted her toes in yellow
like the sunflowers bloom on the beach
Her heart filled with sunshine
and the hope of forever green
The Living Poetry visual prompt
There is something about packing up your bag
to travel away from all things
unresolved, unresolvable, underserving of resolution
There is this escape to
an unknown, unfamiliar, understating place
where your story is new, fresh, mysterious
worthy of all the attention from strangers
The you on a travel trip
is you
is the you never expressed
isn’t you
isn’t the you known most of your lifetime
A plane carries you away
to a land of wonder
only you define it to be
when the troubled waters
flooded home
(Photo by Stephanie Katz)
Having a good friend
is like
having a timer
when boiling eggs.
It reins in distraction,
prevents my heart from hardening,
stops me collapsing in the heap,
and maintains my sense of decency.
– dedicated to Niks
A little poem by Carlos, Madrid
People used to say
grief made them
wash their face
with tears
I thought
that was
exaggerating
Now
I know
it is real
For the same reason
I stop wearing
mascaras
or
eyeshadows
Instead
I keep
my sunglasses on
at all times
she reminds him of failure
he reminds her of broken promises
it is hard to take a look at each other
and feel the world is a bright place
sometimes love is just fragile like that
‘What will be a deal breaker for you?’
Cheaters
Drugs! Guys take drugs
Three of them sip more wine.
Downers! I can’t deal with another downer. I think to myself.
I sip more water from a straw.
Flicker of Thoughts 