- Leaves flutter by like
snowflakes in a breeze
the smell of the air
is fall. But the feel
is winter.
- Looking.
Watching.
Seeing.
Stars.
Blur.
Thinking.
- Cowboy killer kills her
as she whispers vapors
of lives.
My teeth clamp a
cancerstick
as my mind sorrow
spits tears from my
mouth
- I shouldn't have gone.
Why did I go?
It was awesome.
- The curve of his lips,
Missed but not forgotten.
My fingers graze over the smooth contours
As my arms wrap around him.
Time to let go.
- A clouded mist
forms across
the skyline
creating a facade
of a never-ending cliff
Thump, thump, thump.
Pearls of rain hit
the windshield
as I drive into nothingness.
- Sitting
Waiting Nervously
The News is in:
We're going to Fruita.
- The sky blue
lights flicker
the monitor beeps
in a steady rhythm.
Life so delicate
is held in the
tips of my fingers.
- The cold air
sting on my
face as I exhale,
seeing the steam
of my hot breath
hit the cold air.
- Leaves
upon
leaves
upon
leaves.
- A sparkle of light,
as the sun descends,
the night awakens.
I'm drawn to it
and renewed by
my small association
to what I find
to be extraordinary.
- Pain flooded me
like a tsunami,
an injury of my own idiocy.
You are the memories
I'm letting go
unloading the box
from the top shelf.
You no longer
have a piece of me.
- Her smile was a working
crescent moon, and the
freckles that framed
her upturned eyes
were the stars of the
vast galaxy of her face.
With the glow of the
television cast upon
the contours of her face,
she looked at me and laughed,
a sound as bright as hope
in the dark
and twice as brilliant
- Burning embers
of the sun's
rays came down
I ran and hid like
a cockroach,
fleeing the light.
