from p.4 on Mon., 12/11

The feels.

I wish I could:
explain your eyes & how
the sound of your voice
gives me butterflies.

How your smile makes
my heart skip a beat.

& how every tie I'm
with you, I feel so
complete.


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The bitter cold
greets me
when I step out.

My body starts to shake
as the cold
surrounds me.


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Last of now
until then.

Put it back on the
shelf and wait.

Wait for passion
to grow, feelings
to change, and
the skies to
darken.

Until next time
my friend. Carpe Diem .


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Light flashing everywhere,
music filling the space,
people singing
and dancing.

Church during Christmas time
is like a night club.

from p.1 on Mon., 12/11

The melting pot:
flavors of meat
blend into the
rich sauce,
savory.


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Like a wave that
never makes it to the
shore,

Washed over joy floods
the grainy and.

The salt rinses my
eyes with hope.

Almost There.


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Veins of electricity
trickle across the ground.
From 20,000 feet above ,
problems minimize
the memory of your eyes.

Your hands
begin to mystify
like the clouds
from 20,000 feet above.


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We all hold each
other's hands.

We close our eyes,

We wait, and wait, and
wait.

We don't hear "Arapahoe
High School."

Disappointed, we let go of each
other's hands.


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from p.4 on Mon., 12/4

The dry air
cracked away my fingers.

The crisp wind
like shards of glass
hitting my face.

Colorado,
without a drop of snow.

Moisture gone from the air....


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Paint fills my nose
and makes me cough.

How can something
so pretty become
deadly?

But aren't most things
in this wold like
that?


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Noises around us
loud laughter & chatter,
but all I hear is
your voice.

All I see is
your smile.

All I want is
this moment
to escape this memory.


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Walking into Marriot
Hotels looking like
we're from the 1920s
but the people we
sing for are. I
guess I'm living like
a Rockstar.

from p.1 on Mon., 12/4

Foam settling
over strong
espresso.

The warmth
mixed with
the warmth of Christmas
lights ignited:

My dread of
Monday's reality.


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Bright lights reflected
in my eyes.
As the people walk by
music surrounds us,
laughter from small
children,
my head on his shoulder
and we smile.


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Everything was
spinning.

So hungry.

I said, "never again" as
I ate an Oreo.


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My eyes burn.
dead leaves
drift through
strong winds.

Hollow life.