19/30

The moment of change.
Hold your breath and notice - the world just shifted.
One road defined - another will not happen.
From this moment on memories will be sweeter and everything else will fall-short.

The moment of change.
Stand still - take a minute to reflect.
This is a new story - only in it's first chapter.
Love's prick burning the wall's of the soul.

The moment of change.
Breath - this too will will pass.
Where images of 'the last time we' are frequent memories.
Yesterday was a beautiful novel stained forever within me.

18/30

It's the kind of night where I wear my special bra,  my red lipstick,  and put product in my hair.
Where I meant similar souls,  laugh louder than usual,  and say things I wouldn't say at work.

I flirt because I get enjoyment out of his curiosity, I get girly because I can, and by the end of the night in high on pleasure.

High on their energy.
Addicted on looks.
Still....
Empty on love.

15/30

Are you new?
Did you knock at my door?
Shall I entertain the thought of us;
maybe we will dance,
maybe we will fly.
How will I know...

Maybe I am knocking on your door?
Do you hear me?
The curiosity brings on the want,
the want brings on the need.
Are you there? Will you answer?
Let's dance, let's explore.
Something new....what are you!?

14/30

You stay in one place and expand from your core.

That never interest me...

...but maybe it should.

You don't travel, you don't fly.

But your strong and you don't waver. 

How?

How do you stay still?

I only fly, I travel, I never stay long.

But I find shade under you.

You are my core. 

13/30

Through the blinds of a motionless
apartment I look upon her
My Maggie sits on her steps deep in thought 
Just to see her lips move verbal oblivion
The moon observes her laugh and catches a glimmer in her eye
Maybe she has seen me, she obviously doesn’t care
Does she feel my pulse linger innocently
across her breast and waist?
An appropriate dance of strangers full of caffeine and nicotine
She inhales partial air and partial range
When she exhales my chest releases
The velvet-ness of her cigarette, so damn tranquil
I don’t obsess over her
In simplistic she’s my escape, my own personal mystery, a tender silent puzzle
If she would just sit there as if she doesn’t see me I would gaze into her soul
“Look right through me, don’t move, I just want to scrutinize you”
Unsure if she’s a Maggie, not too concerned about it
Her Virtues and Vices are no association to me
My curiosity of her body shouldn’t be pleased
Just to see her breath is more than enough

12/30

I hate that I think I want to love you.
You fail and boost me at the same time.
You will not control me,  I will thrive.
Your dirty creation has left me dependant.
I need to forget your strength.
....I must remember mine.
You are filthy.
Driven by ego and greed. 
I hate that I crave you.
Want you.  Need you.
Hate you.

9/30

Will you ride with me?

Pack light, phone off, windows down, deep conversation with me?

Will you laugh when we get pulled over, when the road is closed, and when the wind steals our hats?

Will you help me stay awake, will you be my DJ, will you tell me to slow down?

Will you ride with me?

No reservations only destinations with me?

8/30

I can't answer every sigh,
every puppy-dog look,
every open ended sentence.

A grown man seeking attention is most unattractive.

Don't wave your drama like a flag -
I won't salute you.

Don't ask me questions that you will answer -
I won't listen.

Don't lie about your passion just to connect with me -
I see through your shit.

We all have a path, a career, a pain, a story -
Don't beg for attention.

There is enough people who actually need honest love who don't ask for anything.

7/30

It's where I'm happy,
A girl and a baseball field,
My favorite diamond.

6/30

Good night my love for my body needs rest.
Good night dear moon, please protect my love.
Good night universe,  thank you for the moonlight.
Good night my soul,  be well and love.

5/30

You inspire me to be better.
Perfection you don't expect.
Just to be soulful, loving, and open.
You ask that I refrain from reservations and doubts.
I suffer from self-inflicted wounds brought on by listening to others.
I suffer from over-promising by not being in the now.
So I will not promise, I will not over-sleep.
I will be the best me I can be.
I will look inward to ensure I an open for your love.
This anniversary of our soul-agreement is precious in action and strong in spirit.

4/30

My skin is a thin piece of cloth
over weak tissue and failing bones.
My skin is sensitive to impact
protecting the best it knows how.
Light and beautiful.
Smooth and scarred.
This large canvas plays it's roll...
to cover my soul here on earth.

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3/30

The weather man knew it when he looked in my eyes.
Dark clouds were coming and love couldn't stop it.
The silence was piercing as the storm was growing.
Logic was no sun.
Affection was no shelter.
The glum was loss of valuable time.
The weather man knew it when he looked in my eyes.
Hold your heart tight inside your home.
She will soon past....
....just like before. 

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2/30

A painting is still a painting no matter the room it's in.
You are still mine no matter where you've been. 
You are the painting on my hearts wall.

1/30

It was a small complex - maybe 10 units.
Everyone had the same layout and the same two steps in front of the same front door.
The teacher lady across the courtyard always peaked out her blinds.
The 6 year old twins would leave their toys about.
The single old man listened to the news too loud.
And we decided to call it home.
On the steps in front of the door we sat and celebrated with a cheap cigar and a box of wine.
The lady slammed her window, the twins were sound asleep, and the old man tipped his hat.
Our music was the harmony of crickets and a California sunset.
Our conversations included silence and soul-searching.
I can still smell the apartment and it's innocent walls.
On the steps in front of the door we sat and made memories.
I, a young know-it-all who needed security but suffered from boredom, and you,
a teddy-bear of a man longing for Johnny and June kind-of-love.
Evening tea, record's playing, incense burning, and our soul's grew bigger than our tiny one bedroom.
Two September's past and the teacher lady never talked to us, the twins were now in little-league, and the old man hadn't aged a day.
On the steps in front of the door we were worlds away.
You, the sweetest man.
The crickets weren't enough for me - the security couldn't keep me.
On the steps in front of the door I kissed you no more.
The teacher lady, the twins, and the old man watched as we broke our home.
It was a small complex. Too small to keep me.

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