There’s a place in my heart that’s — untouchable.
It’s where no emotions permeate…
No happiness
No success
No sadness
No hurt. No pain. No joy.
That place is a silence so dark,
a void so deep,
I stay away from there.
I stay on top of it.

For there, wrapped in the fine muslin of dried tears
are crucified dreams, fragments of a fractured soul.
There, I fear to hope
and hope fears for me,
lest a heart turns to stone.

There, only the voice of God can be heard.
There, only the voice of God can heal.

Waiting for an epiphany…

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Connections

Epiphany was originally published in Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

Sometimes i wonder
if this is all transitionary
me sitting on my couch
right now
writing this
you on yours
reading this
are we just of this moment?
if i catch your eye
will you pause long enough
to read the rest with me
or is my ability to express
not good enough
in this moment…

Are connections just a scroll away?

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Give me some time…

Connections was originally published in Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

A sense of responsibility to the craft
many discarded drafts
random thoughts that made me laugh
tears that dried leaving autographs
on pillows that chronograph
life in full or half and half.

All those 2am rhymes
I could not choreograph
remained empty paragraphs
as I smiled in a photograph
carrying the cross of a writers block
as my temporary epitaph.

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Writer’s Block

Writer’s Block was originally published in The Brain is a Noodle on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

You never left me…

you are the good
in all my intentions
the strength in my spine
the reason I hold on
long after hope has gone
you are the hand that shows
how to let go
you are in the silence
between — my — words
in all my giggles
laughter that ripples
you are a knowing
the one thing I’m certain of
You are the sparkle to my soul.

You twinkle
and so I shine!

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I AM…

You never left me… was originally published in The Brain is a Noodle on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

I have shed some parts of me
I even have some new hues
but each time you touch me
the heart you stole
the bud of my soul
blooms.

Hold me close
handle me with care
I cannot weather another storm
in this torrid love affair.

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Forgotten

Fragile was originally published in Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

My love was priceless,
is that why you could never value it?

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Reborn

Priceless was originally published in Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

All I have is a picture of you,
it tells of many stories…

Of the times you flew,
beyond boundaries
of right and wrong
young, wild and free
or lost and lonely
no one knew
were you the hurricane
or did hurricanes choose you
to chase sunsets over the horizon
hoping weary eyes would open
in the arms of a dawn new.

Some such dewy mornings
in the purple haze of tangled dreams
you rested in my arms
until the sun rose
I got to hold you
and all your brokenness
in those naked moments
I saw the real you.

Child like
still searching for a friend
almost deliberate, your chaos
as if seeking attention
of the calm that desired you
but those sunrises were far in-between
and too few
to tell you
that the light you seek
lives within you.

Off you flew,
beyond boundaries
of right and wrong
all I have is a picture of you,
it tells of many stories…

one of them is mine.

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You decided.

Picture of you was originally published in Weeds & Wildflowers on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

“Sometimes I want to forgive you
all the tears I cried
every drop that dried
leaving salted reminders on lips
that have nothing left to say.”

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Forgotten

Sometimes was originally published in Plan-B Vibe on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

I have forgotten you
like a dime in a jukebox
the rhythm that once made my heart beat
my hips sway
I have forgotten those moves
that I stashed away, under those sheets
those dreams I left under the pillow
for you
I have forgotten the tulips on the window sill
the fragrance of my love
a gentle breeze that tousled your hair
when you woke up and walked away
t’was another day
I have forgotten you since that day.

I hope you find me, the parts of me
I have forgotten for you.

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Give me some time…

Forgotten was originally published in The Brain is a Noodle on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.

No…
No’s a word you learned early on
pretty much, soon after you were born
every time you would stick your finger
in another kids eyeball
or just about to fall
into danger crawl
get into a brawl
or just drive mom up the wall.

Yes…
Yes. Over the years you forgot
a word you were as a child taught
no is a bad word you now thought
and ended up saying yes
to a lot of things you should not
regardless of the stress it brought
when caught in a spot,
you said yes, happy or not.

So…
So here I am today
to remind you my bae;
take some time, don’t reply right away
don’t lie, it’s not a morality play
nor make excuses, fumble or shy away
no need to over explain yourself, day after day.
coz you know, it’s really okay.
to say no once in a way.

In response to this poignant poem by Dennett

Learning No

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NO was originally published in The Brain is a Noodle on Medium, where people are continuing the conversation by highlighting and responding to this story.