Yellow is my favorite color
It is the color of the sheets I lie on while I think of you
The color I sleep on
While I dream of you
Of other pleasant times
Of other nightmares
The color on which I lay my head in regret
Or wonder what the universe has planned next
It is the color of the sun’s rays
Penetrating me
Darkening my brown skin
To match the bile within
It is the color I wear to glow
Strangers think me exuberant
Innocent bystanders scammed out of their wits
It distracts from the truth in my eyes
From the yellow cowardice within
I wear it as armor
As a lie for the masses
For who would they be
Without their strong, confident leader
Who would they be if they knew I am weak
Gray patterned and vague inside
Unable to stay
Unwilling to leave
Exuding yellow sunlight
But following the black night
Castor and Pollux see behind the ruse
They know the yellow, mutable muse
The nomad who can’t stay
The two-faced changeling
Who is both beginning and end
Send in us clowns
We’ll make you laugh while we cry
We’ll make you yellow
Even when we’re blue



The bottomless pit of hunger
Is akin to the bottomless hole in my heart
My appetite is for you
The taste of you lingers on the palette
I never want it cleansed
There can be no one after you
No course that will fill me
You were my last supper
You left that night
I died the next day
Where are you?
Come back to life
Rise from the dead
Raise me from the dead
Sustain me with your body
Let me feed on your blood
Save me from the fate you sacrificed me to
Because you did not know yourself

I realize this sounds like an Easter poem, but that was totally by accident…



I can see the music in your aura
Flowing through your veins
The passion is brimming over
Without words
I understand you wish to play for me
Play with me
I fall into you
As your symphony begins

Begin measure

The melody starts simple
Your touch is light
Like the soft sounds of a violin
Like a caress of the piano keys
Equally attentive to black and white
And pink
You progress to high notes
Lyrics form in my throat
Low and gutteral

To the other end now
To the low, seldom touched notes
Your form is unmatched
Your eloquence unequaled
Ready for a quick sixteenth
A long fourth
The eighths in between
This consonance will be the end of me
My beautiful Apocalypse
mezzo-piano, mezzo-forte

End of measure

For a moment, you slow
My song pauses
Then, you bring in the orchestra in full force
I become a thorn bird
Singing the most precious, beautiful song
As though I will never sing another
We rise together in crescendo
I come alive and die in your arms
Our final forte

End of measure

It is silent now
Our masterpiece ended
Instruments dim into a quiet harmony
My ears still ring from the sound
My body still trembles from the strum
I emanate vibrant colors
You gaze upon the wonder of your art

da capo al fine?
From the beginning, shall we?

Play me again…
Make me sing…

End of measure



Love and Lust

Is this madness real?
Or is it the fire within me
Trying to break out
Looking for any target to engulf?

When our eyes lock
You see me and through me
At a quick, furtive glance from you
My secrets lie down at your feet

So, do you know?

It might be love
It might be lust
Be it neither or both
I must have you

What is in your mind?
What are the musings you blow to the wind
With the smoke from your cigarette
As you consider the sky and stars?
You are depth and substance personified
I am your eager student
On my knees before you
Teach me

What do you taste like?
Let my tongue wander and learn
I will wrap my legs around you
Squeeze you and push you deep
Until I feel the essence of you
In the marrow of my bones
I want to forget where you end and I begin
I am a dripping sponge
On my knees before you
Take me

Let me lay my head in your lap
Give into love as you stroke my hair
Let me lay my head on your chest
Give into lust as you stroke my bare skin

I ache to be in the vicinity of you
Shudder and stutter in your proximity
I’m ready to open any gift you give me
And, in turn, unwrap myself for you.

Maybe today,
I’ll gather the courage to say hello.


Forgotten Things

Just over the hill is an old house
Nothing special about her, really
Aside from her mere existence
Yet, her appearance elicits a gasp
She is plain, but regal
When the glint of the sun hits just right
Her many windows render her splendiferous
At other times, they are like eyes
Watching you, following you
Seeing through you and learning your secrets
But, unbeknownst to the naked eye
Her foundation is crumbling

I step inside the house
I’m not interested in the winding staircase
The large, ornate rooms
The places where laughter once rang
I want to know her secrets, too
I find the attic, pull down the door
The ladder creaks like old bones
I fear they may break as I climb
The sight inside is not beautiful
Nor is it heartbreaking
It is a shrine to indifference
There are things
Little things and big things
Little knickknacks and little nothings
Memories suffocated by dust and left behind
Making friends with cobwebs and spiders

I feel at home here in the quiet
Making my way through the boxes
Trying not to disturb the years layered here
Lest I give life to lifelessness
Hope of rememberance
In the corner!
An empty space that’s just my size
She knew I was coming
I inhabit my designated space
My place among the forgotten things
This old house
She will love us
Long after we crack and break from disuse
She will hold us
Long after the sun goes down


Lying in Wait

I wish that you could see me now
I hope that a glance would tug at your heartstrings
Summon the memories you’ve suppressed
The me you’ve forgotten
The you that you were with me
These brown eyes would undo you with a stare
Not a penance stare
In fact, not one I could describe with words
But, you and I would know
We know what lies between us

I am a wilted rose
Winter has not come
The seed of life has not ceased
But, I refuse its care
I had learned to know every petal
To laugh in the rain
And under your gaze
I became even more extraordinary
In full bloom for the world to admire
But belonged only to you
I gave you me
Entwined my thorns with your own
We were broken
Yet, we understood
Rather than kill each other
We grew together
I became fearless
You fearful
Now I wait under the glass for a miracle
For you to stop searching for more than magic
I am not enchanted or enchanting
But, I will bloom for no one but you
I wait

Do you remember my spectacular nature?
The lack of normalcy that attracted you?
If only I’d known how normal you were
How very ordinary
I would’ve kept passion and lust at bay
I would’ve kept love in my bones
I would’ve only given you this temple of a body
My only thoughts of you
Would be of your touch in unspoken places
Of the way I opened for you
Of my kiss in other unspoken places
Of the silence after
Of heavy sighs of contentment
Not of sorrowful ones

We were a brief moment in eternity
A reason for this existential existence
The last glimpse of the sunset before the night
Before reality set in
You are my favorite star in the dark
The one that illuminates me
The one to whom I bare my soul
Not to God
Not to the angels
But they receive the peripheral privilege of this gift
I gaze upon the other specks of light in the sky
I compare them to you
For all I know, you could already be dead
And I’m gazing on the last vestiges of your life
Before you burned out
Before you left me
In death and life, you shine brighter than the others
I cannot look away
So focused am I on you romanticized memory
That I probably wouldn’t notice if you came back


Word of the Day – Smithereens

That’s what’s you left behind
Pieces so small they turned to dust
Even now that I’m together again
I’m still a fragment of myself
A girl with one eye
Half a black heart
Yet, I’m awake
Scarred, but standing tall
Broken, but not over
Not fearless…
Quite scared, actually…
Yet, I’ll take in the sunlight and rain
Eventually, I might bloom again
Someone ready and worthy will pick me
Have eyes only for me
Cherish the beauty you could see
But could not love

Slowly becoming more consistent again. Thanks for hanging around and for the encouragement. Special shout out to you, Ruth! You always miss me. 🤗

I had a rough year and change. Still working my way back to the light. Happy to have my WP family. I’ll get back to reading and commenting soon. Love you guys! 💛


Me and You

I am me
I am not you
You do not like me
Because I’m not you
You had a vision for me
A dream of another you
But, I turned out like me
You are disappointed

I am me
I am not you
Yet, fundamentally, I am like you
The ways in which I am like you
Are what you do not like about me
Because you do not recognize you
I am what you taught me
So you hate me

I am me
I am not you
You refuse to know you
You refuse to see me
You conjure this monster of me
Make me believe that is me
In those moments, I hate you
In those moments, I hate me

I am me
I am not you
Thank the heavens
I do not want to be you
I want you to be you
I want me to be me
I wish you could love me
As the me that I am

I am me
I am not you
I think that you hate me
I think you hate you
I love you
I love me
Can you learn to love yourself
And, in turn, love me also?

I am me
I am not you
And that’s ok
You are you
And that’s ok, too


The Words, Part 2

I long to speak the words
My heart overflows with them
Arteries clog and blood pools
The words catch in my throat
The pressure rises
I hold in all that needs to be said
To spare your feelings
To protect my own
I’m a silent muse
Observing everyone’s false reality
Purported in pictures and fake smiles
No one talks
They lie with their eyes
With the words they type

Should I loosen the rope?
Unravel the knots I’ve tied down my soul with?
Nothing erotic about this asphyxiation
Just a slow death
Watching the truth dissipate
Into something we’re not sure ever existed

I want to tell you about me
But can you handle the truth?
Can you handle all I am?
Or do you prefer me mute?
Do you prefer lost sheep?

It is your loss
My words are music
A classical symphony that at its crescendo
Will take hold of you like a lover
Off my tongue play notes
That stimulate your groin
And simultaneously your mind
I am the purity your ears have been missing
The song of honesty you’ve forgotten

You are not ready for me, though
Or maybe I have devolved
Into a shy, restrained thing
That even I don’t recognize
One no longer capable of speech
I’ll sit over here in the corner
Living life like a reprimand
Listening to the lint on the air
Hearing everything no one is saying


The Dress

The dress
The shoes
Do you remember them?
They are the same
As the last time I saw you
I’m maybe a little chunkier
My hair a little shorter
(Isn’t that how it always goes in the movies
To show the passage of time?)
Am I wiser?
I’d like to think so, but don’t we all?
My heart’s a little more healed
Except the piece that belongs to you
Still, I put on this dress
That I haven’t worn since you
That I want to wear for no one but you
In it, I relive the memory
The moment, the kiss
The fleeting feeling of forever
The last of what we had
Now, I want to shed this dress
Kick off these shoes
Shed the remnants of you that cling to this attire
Purge you from my pores
When I put on this pink dress again
Step into these turquoise heels
It won’t be for you
Or anyone else
It will be for me
A lie?
Because I’ll never forget your eyes
When they saw this dress
These shoes
When they last saw me