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That one time
when you held my hand
That one time
when you whispered "I can't"
That one time
when I tried not to understand
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened,
we crossed the line.
That one time
a vague moment of almost bliss
That one time
a subtle expression that I may miss
That one time
a head-on collision of mind & heart
That one time
a part of you I carry now that we're apart
It happened,
we've just crossed the line.
That one time
has effortlessly budged reason
That one time
has totally misplaced my hesitation
That one time
has been etched in my memory
That one time
has not been outlined sharply
It happened,
we have crossed the line.
That one time
when I held your hand
That one time
when I understood your "I can't"
That one time
when I felt your heart hastily beat
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened.
when you held my hand
That one time
when you whispered "I can't"
That one time
when I tried not to understand
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened,
we crossed the line.
That one time
a vague moment of almost bliss
That one time
a subtle expression that I may miss
That one time
a head-on collision of mind & heart
That one time
a part of you I carry now that we're apart
It happened,
we've just crossed the line.
That one time
has effortlessly budged reason
That one time
has totally misplaced my hesitation
That one time
has been etched in my memory
That one time
has not been outlined sharply
It happened,
we have crossed the line.
That one time
when I held your hand
That one time
when I understood your "I can't"
That one time
when I felt your heart hastily beat
That one time
when you leaned over and...
It happened.
Literature
Beauty
Beauty is the eye's only foe
And solitary friend,
Blindsighted the eyes do follow
The muse's subtle wend,
That fatal pool that doth reflect
Narcissus till his end,
Kissed each word of poet's select
That Byron ever penned,
Which gently held with peerless grace
Raphael's tainted hand,
And scripted upon Helen's face
Fair Troy's fall to sand,
And blessed man's immortality
In his loyal pursuit,
Yet, restrained sweet Aphrodite
And man from Eden's fruit.
Literature
Memory
Memory is like the tide,
It swells and ebbs;
It's free and wide,
Yet ridden with dregs.
At times it's calm
Soothing and sweet;
Like a tender balm,
A gentle beat.
It's violent, too
Coarse and bitter;
Like a vicious coup,
A cruel winter.
In it, I do bask,
Adrift in my mind;
I need only ask
To be lost in time.
Literature
The Woman in the Attic
The savage woman, clad in black rags
Who crawls through the attic, chewing on rats
Lips stained brown, stinking of bad meat
Scratching the floorboards with a blood-curling screech
She sleeps on your yearbooks, your grandfather's trophies
Gets her sustenance from passed lives and old memories
With slobbery newspaper bits on her lip,
And your old teddy bear held close to her ribs
A necklace of baby teeth, a lei of the past
Fur and thick dust underneath fingernails
Her breaths frantic and panicked, feral and heavy
But her golden eyes hold you, her fatty prey, steady
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May 25, 2013
Nothing is clear.
Nothing is definite.
Nothing is certain.
But this I know to be true,
I can't help but smile when I think of you.
Nothing is clear.
Nothing is definite.
Nothing is certain.
But this I know to be true,
I can't help but smile when I think of you.
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"...wish I'd done more." -- thought about that, too. But...
Now, I'm more than inspired to write, thank YOU!