Galactic Love

I saw the universe in his eyes

but finiteness in his words.

The space between those unspoken

Enlarging the one between us.

Maybe in an an alternate reality

His actions will speak louder

and he will look deep into me

and see Forever.

 

Why I Write

They ask me where I find

Such painful rhymes.

 

I tell them they are born

On the nights when

I am walking home

My soul barren

And I see a car

That looks like yours

And my heart

Bursts out of my core.

I rush to my door,

Terrified but thrilled;

This is the paranoia

You helped build.

It is on those nights

When I sense you

In the shower

Your embrace on my body

And I tremor

Trying to erase the memory.

It is when the first image I see

When I wake up alone on Sunday morning

Is the picture you got me

of the beach, and behind it a forewarning

of what was to come.

It was a quote

That you wrote:

About how we only live once

But if we do this right,

once would suffice.

But what is the point of living

With that idea in my mind

When all my surroundings

Are remnants you left behind?

 

They ask me why I write,

It’s hard for me to explain.

Words are weapons,

They help me fight:

True strength only comes from pain.

 

 

 

Sinking Anchors

Boys come and go

but your scent remains etched on my skin,

Your lips engraved onto my soul.

Pleasure ends as soon as it begins,

After which I become numb

Except for the pain, it comes

In waves, crashing into me

On the nights

when I have no one to hold

No anchors to keep me from sinking

and I lay cold

until the morning.

Engulfed by your memory.

 

 

 

 

Wheel War

Their small legs twirl rapidly,

Muscles pushing their two-wheeled vehicles

Speeding with vitality and joy

The road is boundless

Possibilities are endless.

On the opposite side of the Earth,

another street is being destroyed.

There are no side-walks here,

Only land mines to avoid;

And the relentless screams of fighter jets

Pollute the atmosphere.

Fear is a pervading smell

A perpetual instinct:

Fight or perish.

In a parallel moment,

the tiny bikers

Make a wish

Blow a dandelion.

The seeds disperse,

Achieving freedom.

The two young spirits

Cuddle up into their warm beds

And kiss their loving parents good night.

In War World, a lone child grasps

His mother’s lifeless hand.

Tears stream onto her body:

He just lost the last possibility.

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