dreams are the scariest
things
imaginable
for their fortitude of
strength and
pressing urgency
to be completed
are the weight of
the world
on your chest
mind
mouth
they tear away at your
reserves
as your dreams
one by one
drop from your
mind’s eye
you self persevere
but the preservation
leaves you wanting
hungry
hurting
for more
more light
more dreams
more visions
of a world where
me heart could be
free.
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“Clarence, I am thinking of a word that rhymes with memory…”
Sharon leaned closer to the table. Clarence thoughtfully pondered the clue. “Darling, could you give me a bit more? How is it used in a sentence?”
Sharon tilted her head to the side. She was thinking.
“Sharon?” Clarence nudged again. He noticed how Sharon had drifted into herself. A land lost to time, filled with thoughts and daydreams. It was in these moments that Clarence could get a full look at his wife’s face. She was always so busy, moving from one thing to the next. It was easy to miss her features and details. Sharon held her head in a regal manner you knew she had to be royalty. Her posture rarely stooped. Her deep black skin shone in the afternoon light and gleamed a lovely warm hue. Her nose rounded above her lips in such a way that it made Sharon look as if she was always up to something mischievous. Clarence thought about that smile that Sharon held when they first met. It was how all her features fit so well on her face that made him so intrigued. How could a woman look so fierce, jovial and friendly all at once? Clarence fell head over heels, trying desperately to live up to Sharon’s expectations. She had been so kind hearted and surprised as Clarence spent more time around her. He glanced at her face again. The rounded soft edges of her jaw that made way to her neck. Clarence thought about memory. The word memory and how it did nothing to evoke the power of actual memories held.
“Darling, are you thinking of the word ‘revelry’ as in to revel in something?”
“Yes!” Sharon shot up. “Revelry! Thanks darling.” Sharon turned from the table and walked back to her office. She hummed a tune that Clarence didn’t recognize.
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Each starry night
passes sweetly
in front of my eyes
but an ache in
my chest causes
the meteroid
to disappear
from view
firey hot
cold empty space
I miss you
Each stormy sea
splashes darkly
against my
bare chest
but a love deep
in my bones
causes the waves
to move
mountains from
plains
powerful
pulling emotions
rocky slate tears
I miss you.
on a doorstep
just down the lane
my hand in
yours and I
thanked God for
you
on our knees
just hoping for a
way to live
more moments
together
I wanted to
love you.
on your bed
there you lay with
flowers on your
crown
I whispered to
the stars above
“why did you
have to leave?”
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“Charlie, could we just stop for one moment?” Angela searched the ground.
Charlie turned “Yes, honey, what is it?”
“I think I lost my pen dear.” Angela looked down at her feet. Through spectacles she searched the grassy area.
“You brought a pen with you to our picnic?” Charlie asked.
Angela looked indignant. “Of course! In case I have a good idea that I need to write down!”
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I use words as a shield
to hide my insecurites
and untold
desires
I dream of a place
where I can
garden for hours
and forget the world
There I look up to find
the sunlight
has answered every
prayer I ever had
and by clinging to the
earth
I finally found a place
to rest.
old man
I said
old man
you think you
know more than me.
just dreamers
drifting through
thinking that philosphy
makes left a right.
I said
you think you
know more with
your battered scars
under blue belts
and waistcoat nights.
little did you know
you fought for nothing
a savoy check
empty
and your register dry.
you died for nothing
and now your ashes
fill blind men as
they pretend to
know more than plato
all along.
old man
I said
you think
you know?
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I don’t remember the last time
I dreamed of my love
one and
lonely
there you sat
amongst the flowers
in a faraway land
too distant for me
to see
the tears in your eyes
the way your hands
folded over your heart
I failed to notice all
the colorful tinges to
your sarcastic smile
and then you
turned away
to look at the
setting sun
my love
the sun rays
barely capturing your
eyes
and I don’t remember
the last time I dreamed
of your hands in mine.
A pitter-patter of feet. I heard the door slowly swing.
“Hello?” Abby said.
I turned to see my daughter opening the door to my room. My husband must have grabbed her from the crib and let her in the room.
“Hi, honey.” I murmured. “Did you want to say good morning?”
I noticed Abby still was waiting in the doorway. Her curly black hair frizzed in such cute ways. She loved rising early and snuggling with mommy. Especially after daddy left for his morning run.
“Yes. I wanna be’n bed wif you mamma.” Abby whispered.
She closed the door and waddled over to the edge of my bed, arms outstretched. I shifted so that I could pick her up.
“Abby sweetie, do you know who loves you?” I asked as I placed her next to me. Abby looked at me with bright brown eyes. She blinked.
“Mamma loves me.”
“Yes! I love you so so much!” I giggled and squeezed Abby’s little feet. “And Daddy loves you!” I kissed her toes. “And you know what? Jesus loves you the most!”
Abby laughed. “Dada and Jesus!” she squealed. Her hands waving in the air and then landing on my stomach. She excitedly patted my middle and my arms. I started to hum a made up tune as Abby continued to drum against my body.
“Mommy, sing with me!!” Abby crawled closer to my face. Her nose touching my chin.
“What if we sing a song about the fairies?” I said, moving my daughter to my side. I took a deep breath and started to hum. Softly I sang as Abby put her head on my shoulder. We looked into eachothers eyes. It felt surreal and I started to disassociate from the moment. Then Abby touched my cheek. I blinked and was brought back into my body. “Yes, honey?”
“Mamma, I love you.”
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