Monthly Archives: November 2011

Is vs Was

And yet it seems only your face is still clear. When my mind’s eye dares travel far beyond what’s here. Indefinable, dark silhouettes still walk the same path. Others seem obliterated, diffused in mazes along which I do not venture. My narcissism is boundless,I conclude. Or can’t this prelude unblind me to the emptiness promised?… Read More »

She’s just a girl

What a cliche it all is. That while you stood there, I stared. That when you smiled, I crushed. That when you laughed, it was like a tinkling of beautiful gems. What a cliche I am. That I could not resist. That I couldn’t not stare. That I couldn’t not catch my breath every time… Read More »

The tin woman has a heart

To all the faces I brace, Against…smile an armour, I use…like a talisman. It is easier to speak of the height of the sun, Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue. It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand, Than acknowledge that it is within and its purpose serves. Watching… Read More »

For you

Your smile forever changing, Now hemming in on my poor heart and taking it places. Then reeling me into your eyes, constantly searching. With glee, it glows; windows light, the soul shines. Pines at mine, that often gives you joy. When shy, my face lights at how adorable yours turns and my breath catches. With… Read More »