Reckless

Tiptoeing
  through hallways
     and down stairwells
         into basements
   smelling of pizza
 and lust at 2:00 am
        melting into his sofa
     watching his eyes
 devour her with
         hunger and desire
      as he looked longingly
   at the supple curves
          of her young flesh
        begging to be
        schooled in seduction
 his desire unmasked
by the glow
   of the television
       experienced hands
 traveling to destinations
     only imagined
            in his lurid dreams
        and his tongue
  following suit
      bringing her innocence
                  …to its knees.

Let Me Be

I don’t need you
  second guessing my happiness
  and judging my choices in life
  because I haven’t taken the same path as you.
The same path that we travelled together
  hand in hand
  for so many years.
If that path were still for me
  don’t you think that you would still be for me too?
                        (No)
I ventured off that path for a reason
  and we will both be better for it.
You can thank me later
  but for now,
  let me live in peace.


(February 7, 2012)

Little Lies

We all have lies
we tell ourselves
to make everything
feel right.
To bury that feeling,
that shouting within
that tells us where we’ve gone wrong
when we’ve gone astray
or when we have abandoned our path.
That gut instinct that screams the truth
in the back of our mind
and can’t be quieted.
These things,
they haunt mostly on lonely nights.

To listen or not, this is our choice.

(February 7, 2012)

At times,
  I lash out
    beyond reason.
Unspent emotion
  bottled up
    until it explodes
      with no immediate target.
A tongue like a dagger
  and words like flames,
I pierce hearts and skin
  with less than perfect aim.
It’s the ones I love most
  that my wrath always seems to reach.
I hate myself for lack of restraint
  and the scars that I leave in my wake.


(January 30, 2012)

Entangled

Lately
I find myself trapped
in a web of emotion
so strong
and tangled
that even I
can’t figure out
what it is
that I need.
Want.
Should do.
A web
woven so tightly
that I am unable
to use thoughts
or words
to work my way free.
And so I sit
stagnant
and drenched
in exhaustion.
The sheer weight
of this web
is more
than I can carry
let alone
the force it will take
to untangle.


(January 26, 2012)

War Within

My body
is waging
a war
fought
in hormones
and tears.
Please make it stop.


(January 26, 2012)

Summer Nights are For Love

The first time we kissed
   I felt my future shift
It was a summer night, you see.
   I love summer nights.
Just before Independence Day
   and during the summer
of my independence.
   The beer was flowing
like a warm breeze,
   and the conversation, easy.
Laughter filled
   each and every hollow,
almost as if it were on draft,
   and our pints overflowed
with flirtation.
   The music,
providing a soundtrack
   that unbeknownst to us
would always
   bring us back to that night.
You had this look,
   a little rough around the edges
and to anyone else,
   you may have been intimidating at first,
but your eyes,
   they told me different.
They whispered to me
   that you were kind.
It would be
   the first night of many
that we were two in a crowd
   but really,
the only people there.
   Later, a moonlight walk
found us in a private park
   where I would swing like
a schoolgirl on recess
   and your eyes would sparkle
with pleasure, while you watched.
   The bridge in that park
still holds a piece of my heart
   and I shall never pass it
without remembering
   the moment
your lips touched mine.
   That summer night,
the first time we kissed,
   I felt my future shift.


(January 20, 2012)