Tonight

Tonight let's fly
Dance and float under a wailing sky
Tonight we'll hide in a barren cave
And passionately sweat our woes away
Tonight plant a lasting kiss,
against my trembling lips
Whispering love on a crowded porch,
holding my hips
Tonight let's plan a romantic scene
A Shakespearean stage where our hearts can dream
And your thirst for me can no longer wait
You gallantly halt me at the airport gate
Let's forget of tomorrow's rising light
And focus on this never ending tonight

Picture taken in Los Angeles, CA

repression of a perpetual dream

I dream of ferris wheels and roller coasters. powdered sugar over deep fried treats. i walk along with a happy song stuck.
stuck.
in my head.
life is comfortably recognizable. but the sky is so foreign.
the strawberry
plum
banana
swirl above my head flickers with a battle of shooting stars.
i snap a picture. jot it down.
i need.
need
more than a blurring memory to take home to reality. and i run quickly,
in hopes of a perpetual dream.
but then i fall.
incapacitated.
the moment fades. i awake to a realistic dimension.
without pictures. without sketches. another dream permanently repressed.
forgotten.

Picture taken Irvine, CA

Praise be to the morning glories
who unfurl and bloom each day
rain or shine they rise their heads
to the sky,
above
and above

and above this withered land.

Picture taken in North Hollywood, CA

Mumbles of Desire

His words drift through the phone
goodbyes spoken out of mere habit
a voice once so much with life now
an eager ambition,
a tireless hope.
She hears a lack of smile. A nervous, pleading laugh,
fading.
A vacant list of words streaming through her receiver, an unconvincing tone. She holds the phone closer,
warmth running down her cheek,
silence vibrating through her ears, her brain, her nerves.
Holding on to that last syllable before ending the call, she breathes out a goodbye.
Is there more? she thinks.
There is an infinite amount of MORE, his sigh replies.
She listens carefully to his mumbles of desire.
Listening. Listening.
A restless pause, her cue to click off. Loss of connection. She senses the silent plea for normalcy. For a goodbye to be a goodbye rather than a question,
a hesitant stutter.
For the change to revert as quickly as it hit.
A simple snap.
A rapid crack.
But she knows pleasant goodbyes are non-existent.
She smiles for him.

Picture taken in Tucson, AZ

Sprinklers on at 2am, cool chill breezes into my room.

And he laughed a ridiculous laugh from two doors away.
Noisily opening each window, giggling at a rapid speed
alone in the dark
And in a sudden second the laughter snapped to a gasp,
still silence.
a dreadful pause.
footsteps pounded into my room
Heavy and loud, each quick stomp pained my sleeping body.
I winced.
He ran to my bedside, breathing heavily. I could feel his heat, his fear, his heartbeat.
The agonizing realization,
The dreaded moment was here.
something was coming
quick.
unprepared, cornered.
we sat and waited, for there was nothing else we could do
but let it come.

withering garden by 2pm,
hot air suffocating an open highway.
nightmares seep into reality.

Picture taken at Ronald McDonald House in Tucson, AZ

Ode to A Silent Serenade - Ten Years of Fallen Love

Ready to shut the door to my heart and focus on myself. But may I close with a letter to ten years of love and loss.

Dear V,

I hope you're still alive. Careless adolescence, our deciduous love never to survive. Overly dramatic we were. Dark and depressed.

Dear K,

Laying on the floor, completely oblivious to the spinning world. You. Fell asleep swimming into the deepest depths of your eyes. Forever to regret not holding tighter, not clenching on to your soul with all my strength. You slipped away by morning. In the midst of my mourning. I opened my fist to find mere beads of perspiration. Empty.

Dear downtown shadowed light,

My mentor, my teacher, my gallant knight. You lifted, mended my gutted soul. Graceful and temperate. With patience and consistent smiles. Thank you for waiting. listening. guiding. You helped me fly.

Dear S,

My comfort, my energy, my wall. Reconstructed the topography of this ruptured heart. My Tylenol. You held tight as I kicked and screamed. Banged and smashed. Allowed me to breathe, grow. Such a tactful revenge as your ardor dimmed. Uncompromising, unwilling. Shut off.

Dear H,

I apologise for the rejection. Lack of love, my disconnection. I apologise for crushing our future to run deep into a dream. Still, I read every letter. Every poem.

Dear W,

Precarious and sure, I foolishly followed your chivalrous lure. A perfect match as our bodies dissolved into one. Surreal. But this mystical and staggering dream backlashed into the foreshadowed nightmare. Dissolution. Woke up from a nonsensical state of mind, facing the heartbreaking reality. Deceptive love.

Picture taken in Cartagena, Colombia

Listen, believe. Conform and Follow. Devote each day to faith alone - reality is non-negotiable. Painful and ruthless. Unforgivable.
Hold on! Injustice will blow the soul away.
Bow down! To an intangible sense of security.
Listen. Listen and hear a sweet nothing in your ear.
Believe. Silent whispers.

Picture taken on Hollywood Blvd in California