Daydreaming of rock solid skin,
skin that can take softness away.
Away from what I know is truth,
truth is ignored while daydreaming.
Daydreaming of nightmares flushing,
flushing with a lump in my throat.
Throat that aches to become open,
open while carnal daydreaming.
daydreaming our wants when in reality is our needs
Crowd-chattering friends talking,
Everyone's enjoying the moment.
It reminds me of my favourite space—
A place with a happy face I once went,
Where I had a bunch of souls to connect with,
Who sweetly turned my problems into a myth.
Letting go of grief was easy,
Mind calm, body relaxed, everything at peace.
But now I'm stuck in a deafening room,
Where haunting screams drown serenity.
I really hope I find my match here soon,
Or I'll be engulfed in the darkness of a new moon.
She stares out the window
at the bare limbs of the maple,
at the gray clouds gathering
like a secret no one will share.
He sits two rows over,
leaning back, his sleeve rolled up,
laughing at something
I will never hear,
looking at someone else,
someone whose name I don’t even know.
I imagine her hair,
gold light spilling from the top of her head,
her eyes half-lidded,
the curve of her lips when she smiles—
and I wonder if he sees me at all,
or if he even notices me
shrinking in my seat,
hands folded, invisible to all but me.
Facebook is full of whispers:
“Did you see him yesterday?”
“They think she’s the one.”
I scroll past the glowing rectangles,
heart hammering,
knowing my own name
is never typed there,
my face never tagged,
my longing unread.
My eyes stare straight ahead of me.
And yet—
I have him, here, in my chest,
a quiet drumbeat he will never hear,
a small, fierce warmth
that keeps me awake all night.
even while he looks away,
even while she smiles.
I can't think such thoughts about him now.
That I will regret, he loves someone else and I now know that nothing's coming next.
Brightens every morning like the sun’s soft rise,
Elegant stride and warmth in her deep eyes.
All the strength of ancient roots she carries with grace,
Unbound joy radiating from her face.
Tender is the spirit that captures all my light,
Incredible woman, shining dark and bright.
Fierce in her truth, a passion I adore,
Unconditional love is what my heart has stored.
Loving her always, forevermore.
aboard the 71, about halfway down the left side
i sit facing forward, heart leaping as he embarks—
he’s on the way to the grocery store,
or his sister’s house,
or work, but he’s running late;
standing room only
he grabs a handle facing me.
he catches my eye and i his,
waves at me with all five fingers and
i wish to hold them in mine, trace
the outline of the bones in his hand,
look into his eyes deeply,
see what’s true;
two stops later, a seat opens up on the right—
one row ahead.
dark, curly hair.
i take measured glances,
don't stare don't draw unwanted attention.
i want his arms around me,
to look into his eyes some more.
he disembarks.
As I sit and wonder why, one who dreams, she never cries
She always smiles but yet I doubt,
That anyone knows what she's smiling about.
her thoughts are as vast as cloud,
imagination massive,
expansive, ever-changing
much like the sky so airy~~
vivid dreams filled her evening,
becoming more symbolic,
abstract or fantastical.
I can write poems on the sky
By my imagination's eye;
Pray for the pretty words to say;
They always come and fade away.
As I eat thoughts like bananas,
Asian fruit and chimichangas,
The words just spill from inside me,
Free and varying in degree.
Daydreaming
White clouds float on a navy sky
like sails unfurled.
Warm breeze caresses my face
like a gentle kiss.
My body relaxed on green grass
like a soft mattress.
Tranquil thoughts flood my mind
like a lazy flowing river.
Babbling brook soothes my soul
like a mellow tune.
Lips curl back in a small smile
as my unhurried day passes by.
Living in the moment dreaming of the future
I haven’t slept well in weeks
Without you here in my bed
Your heart Is the one mine seeks
while you live inside my head
Now even though I’m awake
I can see you holding my hand
Even as I feel my body start to shake
and find it hard just to stand
I day dream about your smile
and the way you’d hold me close
Even a few days feels like a while
and I can still smell you on my clothes
The brightest look in your eyes
as mine meet yours still ignites
Didn’t notice how fast time flies
before I’m stuck with lonely nights
I refuse to even try to sleep
so I can keep dreaming you’re laying here with me
So quick my love got deep
And quicker still I had wet eyes to set you free
I’ll daydream till your here to lull me to bed
and wonder if you’re thinking of me too
I hope you aren’t stuck like me in your head
Get some peace and rest to make it through
Moment when tired hits and you're in a daze with eyes glazed over staring off into space
On Dreaming
They are butterfly wings
delicate and fragile thoughts
mere wisps of memory -
ideas strung like gossamer
between the branches of our minds
embrace this gentle play
daydreamers frittering time
too soon the norms of turbulence
will weight the hours we spend -
snatch joy where you can.
To write a song.
I have to be famous.
But first I have to start a band.
And learn to write music.
But I don’t have friends.
I don’t have anyone.
I don’t have anyone who would want to start a band with me.
I’m listening to my favorite song right now.
Daydreaming and it’s a horrible, sad daydream.
I’m doing the dishes.
But the soap bubbles are popping.
My hands are wrinkly from water or maybe age.
The water is cold.
My thoughts are cold.
I drain the water and refill the basin.
With no music. No favorite song.
In silence,
I can get everything done.
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