Music Notes
You’re like a catchy, old tune; I think I need another hook.
Poetry
Exes: You’ll Be Alright
First come the problems then it’s the fights then the denial then, boom – goodbye. One remote day, though healed over time you’re friends again hang out ’til sunrise You’ll be alright
I think I’ll Just Hide
Do you think life will find me here? Ever so overwhelming…
Kiss of the Devil
And this is a Carolina Reaper, which I mixed with my lipstick just before I kiss you. Come here, darling; won’t you have a taste of your own medicine?
I Want a House Full of Nothing
I want a house full of nothing; just a clean wooden bare floor, scented candles and a tall door. I want a house full of nothing; a mirror and music to dance to, red lipstick and perfume when days are blue. I want a house full of nothing; counter lights, clean toilet seat, hot water…
Mil Rostros
Puede que las caras que presento no sean siempre de agrado ni mucho menos adecuadas para el mejor momento. A todos brindo mi única cara, pero a los ingratos voy y muestro la que no tiene sentimientos Y así dejarles saber que no es ira lo que siento mas bien, indiferencia; Lo siento si me…
Free Spirit
I wasn’t always free. The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in, year after year, removing the shame layer by layer, until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained. It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.
Neglected Flower
Sometimes in life we forget to care for things and people that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along. We neglect them. It’s also a very human behavior that, once we realize that something or someone is gone, we want to do anything in our power to get what’s lost back, to start over…
A Life – For You, For Me
Live. Free, like birds. No rules. Open path, leading to a world unknown to me, to anyone. Living is already a risk. What’s one more try at something extraordinary going to do? Trying is always better than not. Sing to a powerful song. Listen to a loud tune. Dance to a wild beat. So good…
Time Doesn’t Slow Down
I saw a clock turn time today, it was quick and sharp. From seven to eight the dots blinked once. A rarity it is to catch the clock doing time Because though it’s its job it is too fast for the eye. Perhaps that’s my fascination we never see eye to eye Me being the…
What Was It? – a Poem
The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get confused in the mix. Was it the heat of the summer? Perhaps your inquisitive ear? Was it your puppy eyes begging for me to come near? Was it your persistence, the wordless words you spoke?…